Mzantsi Farm

I recently read an ancient book recommended to me by a good friend of mine, the book is Animal Farm by George Orwell. This is a very good book, this book gets the “OMG” in me to scream like a lil girl. It would a great deal if the government bought a million copies and gave them to the youth [18 – 35 years], but for obvious reason you too would understand after reading the book, our government would NEVER do that. I am even surprized the book is not banned in high school.

My friend thinks the kids are too young to interpret and understand the book, they are too occupied with anxiety of the high school environment. They are worried whether they will remember the characters and their roles in the story for their upcoming exam. We know this, solely because we are all guilty of it. In high school we use the CPF-Method. Cram-Pass-Forget, then it’s on to the next grade, didn’t give a !@#% whatsoever.

Anyway, this is a very fascinating book. I personally recommend YOU to get yourself a copy. Even the non-readers, go get it, this is a very short book. Unfortunately it does not have pictures, but the language is straight forward so your imagination can do the job [with the help of a very thick dictionary].

Let me take you through Animal Farm and maybe, just maybe you might understand what is causing the things that are to be. In summary, the story is set on a farm that was owned by the Manor family. One day, the animals fed up of the status quo got together, over threw the humans and ran the farm themselves, then the place was renamed to “Animal Farm”.

1.

Mentor

From the book:

“Old Major (so he was always called, though the name under which he had been exhibited was Willingdon Beauty) was so highly regarded on the farm that everyone was quite ready to lose an hour's sleep in order to hear what he had to say.”

We all know a person like this in our lives, in fact I want to be one. When I talk everyone listens. When one reach’s such a status their opinions are respected. Back in the day such people where highly regarded in society, and mostly it used to be old men. The men filled with wisdom and rich life experiences. They didn’t speak too much, but when they did, you were sure to listen.

In our generation, we have forgotten that the empty vessel makes the most noise. Nowadays whoever talks the loudest will grab the people’s attention and that person becomes popular overnight. In most cases, no one becomes popular for saying/doing what is right. The things that take us to our doom are seemingly intriguing to us, and then we call it entertainment. With all this madness going on in our beloved country, we dare tell the wise “yekel’uba serious”.

If my memory serves me well, the last time a YouTube video on financial independence was trending on twitter or was shared over a million times on Facebook was NEVER, I remember that day very well. Yet according to businesstech.co.za, there are millions of South African that owe more than 75% of their monthly income to creditors in the form of installments, of which most cannot afford this, they end up being blacklisted or under credit counseling.

The above is just an example to make a point that we are not conscious of the information we allow our minds to receive. We download and install information from people and sources that could care less about our well beings.

In this day and age, you need to find the “old Majors”, I believe they are now referred to as mentors. Find someone who has achieved what you want and make them help you get there. If you are ready to listen, they are more than willing to share their knowledge with young.

Let the Old Majors in our communities be glorified once again. In the story, Old Major shared some valuable knowledge that changed the course of history for the animals.

2.

Nature

“Now, comrades, what is the nature of this life of ours? Let us face it: our lives are miserable, laborious, and short. We are born, we are given just so much food as will keep the breath in our bodies, and those of us who are capable of it are forced to work to the last atom of our strength… But is this simply part of the order of nature? ”

There is a phrase that is making the rounds in society and it has been accepted as the status quo, I don’t know who sold it to us, I am more worried why we bought it, the famous phrase is “the rich get richer and the poor get poorer”.

Now my people, have we accepted this as the order of nature???

I believe we have, well, subconsciously I have. Why I say this is because I have no problem whatsoever seeing an extremely poor black person, I have been to Alexandra and seen shit with my own two eyes, meanwhile 0% pity bubbled from inside me, instead I was entertained by the huge ass rats chasing toddlers and chewing limbs off infants. Don’t get me wrong, I was not happy or laughing at their situation, but I didn’t pity them, it felt normal, seeing a black person in the slums, it was nature, I just kept on saying “yhoooo, such huge rats”. Now does that make me a bad person?? It probably does, but that’s not my point, my point is:

I will never forget the day I saw a white-man guarding cars in Pretoria, this was in 2013. The clothing on his skin was old and torn, he didn’t appear clean and I am certain if I stood close to him I could have picked up a stench. Now that day I felt miserable, I felt like the universe was upside down, what I was seeing just didn’t seem right, seeing a poor white man was not ayoba at all. The revengeness in me wanted to celebrate the sight of a poor white man but the nature in me didn’t allow it to.

Now after you are done judging and throwing stone at my honest truth, think about it, am I really the only one who has ever felt like that, if you have never felt so, ask your friends and family,  I promise you, I am not the only one.

Now why I tell you this short story is because of the Old Major said “But is this simply part of the order of nature?” Until the day we take it out of our mentality that the white man is more superior to a black man, we are in trouble. If you think I am talking about the past and this is the ‘new South Africa’ and there is no such mentality, from now on just watch how security guards and waiters treat black and white customers, you will see.

Truth be told, we South Africans still hold up the white man as the supreme mankind, and the longer this goes on, the more it will burn onto our minds and we will accept it as part of nature. For any upraising or revolution to take place, we have to change our mentality first, if those animals never got fed up of working for the Manor family, they would have never experience the short lived dream of “Animal Farm”.

3.

Still learning to walk

The Old Major said:

“This single farm of ours would support a dozen horses, twenty cows, hundreds of sheep--and all of them living in a comfort and a dignity that are now almost beyond our imagining.”

Ok, how many time have you had it being said:

“You cannot judge “US” now, the Democracy of South Africa is still young, it has only been 22 YEAR for goodness, give us a break…” [Well, something like that]

Ok without going into deep Economic, allow me to show you what the Old Major meant with just few extracts from a local Newspapers websites:

“The cost of the Nkandla Project seems to run well over the R246 million that stands in the Public Protector’s report…”-IOL News

“Corruption is getting worse. We thought Nkandla was bad. At Nkandla, the President spent R246-millions of public money. You would have thought that after the Constitutional Court told the President that he had violated his oath of office, just a few weeks ago, the President would be embarrassed… But now, President Zuma has ordered himself a new jet for R4-billion. Last Friday, 22 April, Armscor published the tender for the lease of a new luxury jet…” -ENCA

“We still have children at Colenso Morning Start Primary school and Landulwazi Primary School in the rural region of Msinga being educated under trees. The R240 million could have made a difference in their lives if classrooms were built… We have hospitals and clinics running out of basic medicines. The R240 million could have made a difference in the lives of people in pain if medicine was bought rather than spend on luxurious features at the president’s private home…” -News24

“- 19 Primary Schools [R13 million per school]

 - 2 905 RDP houses [R85 000 per house]

 - 1 930 Engineering degrees [R32 000 per student per year for 4 years]…” -Mybroadband

I don’t think that’s too much of a bite to chew and digest… Get the picture???

The Old Major continued and said:

“Almost beyond our imagining. Why then do we continue in this miserable condition? Because nearly the whole of the produce of our labour is stolen from us by human beings. There, comrades, is the answer to all our problems. It is summed up in a single word--Man. Man is the only real enemy we have. Remove Man from the scene, and the root cause of hunger and overwork is abolished for ever.”

I’ll give your own intellect the space to decide who or more broadly what is this “Man” that is the root of our problems…

4.

Capitalism

To me, this is the most genius-evil scheme the human race has ever thought of, bio-engineered AIDS does not have shit on Capitalism, that system is pure evil.

This way of life is built on the foundations of hope, it is the hope in the middle class that makes the upper class richer every year. Some people call it the “Rat Race”, I prefer the term “stick n carrot” method.

What is meant by the term “rat race” is that no matter how long and fast you run, you will never win, you are in a maze that has been designed to go round and round nonstop.

The young may ask “Why the hell do people continue participating in madness then?? That’s when the carrot n stick come in. What the system does is that they dangle a carrot in front of you, they take advantage of your hunger. You being hungry and seeing a nice fat delicious carrot, your motivation will be pumped up and you will have enough internal strength to chase that carrot until you die, no figure of speech here, I mean literally die.

The carrot is the dream of a very beautiful luxurious life that gets sold to you, you believe this, buy it and start going after it. Now to keep the hopes up, now and then out of a thousand (1 000) people, the ‘fat-cats’ will nominate one (1) person they will assist in the form of resources to achieve the dream. This small exercise is done just to keep the hope burning inside the other nine hundred and ninety nine (999) people, and during the process the ‘fat-cats’ get fatter.

Jah Life sucks…

Oh and the old Major left a warning for us:

“…No argument must lead you astray. Never listen when they tell you that Man and the animals have a common interest, that the prosperity of the one is the prosperity of the others…”

So when we are told that the “BEE programme” has introduced black millionaires in South Africa while there are millions of people sleeping with empty growling stomachs from Alex to Gugs, we might want to think twice before we celebrate and we are filled with pride. Nje Just saying…

5.

“The slave took the master’s seat”

These are words by Ntsiki Mazwayi, when she was participating on the ‘Big Debate’ on Respect…

Even though the Old Major left another warning about this, somehow we still managed not to listen, this is how he put it:

“…And remember also that in fighting against Man, we must not come to resemble him. Even when you have conquered him, do not adopt his vices…”

Now think and tell me, how many black people get rich and move out of Kasi to reside at the likes of Sandston?? How many people make enough money and buy German cars?? An American cell phone?? Italian clothing?? Swiss watches??

I am sure you want all these things now or at least working towards them, I know I am. I want to live in Silver Lakes, take selfies on my iPhone, drive a Mercedes Benz S500, and wear Louis with a TAG Heuer hanging from my left hand. All in the name of “the world outside is changing, I have to keep up…”

And yes, I am the same African man who was taught the values of ‘ubuntu’ and the principles of living in harmony with nature. But screw that shit, I wanna be white in my dark pigmented skin [coconut].

I will talk English and develop a bit of an accent to enhance my proficiency, I will laugh and shame those who botch English or speak their African mother tongue during TV interviews. I will listen to Hip Hop and classical music, schathamiya/mbhaqanga for who??? I will wear Tuxedos, have a white wedding and go to my honeymoon. No child of mine is going to be butchered on some mountain, the only mountains my boys are going to be climbing are the likes of Table Mountain, Kilimanjaro, etc. on holidays. I will stop participating in this savagery of butchering goats for the sake of ancestors and I will gracefully say my “our father who art in heaven”. Umqombothi?? Sies, bring me some Jack Daniels on the rocks…

And he list goes on… judge me if you want to, but I have accepted my fate, I am no longer living in denial. I am no prophet either but I am 99% sure YOU and millions of others will end up like this, like me. I think the term is “WESTERNISED”, the dream of a better civilised life.

Screw Africa, its history and values, they were dumb and torture anyway, where they not?? We were made to believe so, that’s why we are questioning this lobola nonsense and other African rituals, screw all of them, they are abuse. If you think I am talking rubbish, walk up to a hundred (100) teenagers and ask them their clan names [iziduko=Xhosa] [iz’thakazelo=Zulu], at one stage of my life, a nigga called himself “MaDlamini”, we laughed because we were young but we didn’t see the danger his actions were signalling.

Hahahahaha, we didn’t listen to the Old Major and Sis Ntsiki is right, the slave has indeed taken the masters seat. And basically we are screwed… it’s not too late though, we can still stand up from that seat and burn it to the ground. The question is will WE???

But then we have a problem:

“Major's speech had given to the more intelligent animals on the farm a completely new outlook on life…”

Even today, whenever a message of awareness is spread, a few accept and adopt the principle, the already intelligent if I may say so. The message vibrates off everyone’s eardrums but only the already ‘intelligent animal’ take a new outlook on life, let’s take the “Black Consciousness Movement” as an example… The message has echoed the hills of this beautiful land for decades, but still only a minority of people believe in the black power… So again I say, we are screwed…

6.

One spirit? Dololo…

Before the rebellion, the animals that were the organisers struggled to sell the idea of Animalism to some other animals and win them over. Here are some of the comments from some meetings they had:

“…remarks such as "Mr. Jones feeds us. If he were gone, we should starve to death." Others asked such questions as "Why should we care what happens after we are dead?" or "If this Rebellion is to happen anyway, what difference does it make whether we work for it or not?"

In South Africa the struggle goes on, the struggle to liberate a black man is still on, the chains where broken a hundred years ago, apartheid fell and few decades ago, and now there is a new struggle for economic freedom. People have many theories on how this can be achieved, one of those theories is “let us nationalise the mines and expropriate land without compensation” proposed by the commander in chief of the Economic Freedom Fighters [EFF]. And my fellow South Africans are worried “... the investors feeds us. If they were gone, we would starve to death…” hahaha, who knew we do not think any better than animals.

There are struggle in all spheres of our black society, just a year ago [2015] the students of South Africa took to the streets in a loud outcry that “Fees must fall”. In this era, the power of the youth was demonstrated beautifully across South Africa, there was unity, but still in that unity there were still those black ‘sheep of the family’. In this particular movement, it was those in final year towards their qualifications, they wanted the whole campaign to stop because there were months away from graduating. This weakens the loudness of the movement, those are the “Why should we care what happens after we are dead”. Then you have the cowards that went home, watched the news and awaited for the email that reads “Dear student, normal classes will resume on…”, they further weaken the movement. Those are your “If this Rebellion is to happen anyway, what difference does it make whether we work for it or not” people.

Whenever we resolve as a community, we must remember that there is strength in numbers and if we are truly united ‘they’ cannot divide one (1). Ask a grade 3 learner that if Sipho has one orange and Jabu asks for an orange, how many oranges will Sipho end up with??? The child will tell you one(1), Jabu can go f*ck himself… when we were young we understood this, you don’t divide one, but then we grew up and we were corrupted, bastards taught us fractions…
 

7.

The Dream

“The pigs had an even harder struggle to counteract the lies put about by Moses, the tame raven. Moses, who was Mr. Jones's especial pet, was a spy and a tale-bearer, but he was also a clever talker. He claimed to know of the existence of a mysterious country called Sugarcandy Mountain,”

Jah neh, Sugarcandy Mountain… Do you know where it is??? Oh you don’t??? Maybe it will ring some bells if we call it “Rainbow Nation”.

Eish, I don’t want to touch on this one, it is still a very sensitive topic… Tata’s bones have not dried yet, so I’ll leave you to ponder this one. But in closing:

“…some of them believed in Sugarcandy Mountain, and the pigs had to argue very hard to persuade them that there was no such place...”

Kinzima…

8.

Sick of this sh*t

Have you ever been constipated to a point that the shit accumulates and it pile all the way up to your throat, then by then you can smell and taste it??? Not yet?? Wait for it…

“…so that when evening came, the animals were still unfed. At last they could stand it no longer. One of the cows broke in the door of the store-shed with her horn and all the animals began to help themselves from the bins…
 …animals could bear. With one accord, though nothing of the kind had been planned beforehand, they flung themselves upon their tormentors. Jones and his men suddenly found themselves being butted and kicked from all sides…
 …They had never seen animals behave like this before, and this sudden uprising of creatures whom they were used to thrashing and maltreating just as they chose, frightened them almost out of their wits…”

Now this extract will make you think… it requires you to identify exactly who is your, or better yet, for us as a country to identify who is OUR Mr Jones.

If Mr Julius Malema stood up, everybody knows his Mr Jones, that’s the white man. All the Juju-Man wants is the land and all its natural resources back so he can empower black people in this country, well so he says.

So, when are we going to butt and kick Mr Jones and company from all sides?? Oh kanene “Mr. Jones feeds us. If he were gone, we should starve to death”, Arg never mind, I guess that Mr Jones is here to stay then.

Then if General stood up, Mr Bantu Holomisa [Aah Njengele], he would tell us that our Mr Jones is the ANC. Mr Holomisa is a well-read man and backs up all his claims with quotes from parliament, books and newspaper articles as references. He always points out all these corruptions scandals from an analytical point of view, he usually even gives a short history lesson during his status updates.

Ok, without taking the General’s word for it, we have all seen ANC senior members get rich overnight. Business men and women know this, if you don’t kiss ass and toe the ANC’s line, you have just taken boulders and laid a gravel road to your success. So when are we going to butt and kick Mr Jones and company from all sides??

Oh ok, not yet! it’s chilled, because not enough Nkandla’s are built, not enough deals that people have personal gain in are made yet, the Gupta family is not rich enough yet, maybe we are waiting for the Russian plant to be built, not enough tenders are circulated amongst comrades yet, maybe we are still waiting for the purchase of the R4 Billion jet, maybe we are waiting for the Rand to be R101.79 to the US Dollar.

It’s cool South Africans, it’s all chilled, let’s wait until we are in a serious rut, let’s wait for the situation to be on the negative side of the number line, maybe then, and only then will we butt and kick Mr Jones and company from all sides…

A friend of mine who is politically active told me that the reason political leaders get fat quickly is because when they say “siyaqhuba maqabane, Phambili” then they put the gear in R [reverse] and go the other way.

The system they are using a basically a chess game and we are the pawns. If you’ve played chess you will know that pawns can only go forwards one block at a time, they are useful for sacrifices when it comes to protecting the other bigger pieces on the board. Then if one pawn is lucky enough to make it across the board to the other side it is exchanged for a bigger piece, same shit happens out there, if an individual builds a strong business, “they” start to notice and that individual is invited into the ‘corruption circles’…

I remember when I was young, my aunt was very angry at me for voicing out an opinion. She was furious because I uttered the following words “the ANC is useless maarn, those bastards are robbing us”, I don’t know why she didn’t slap the living shit out of me that day but she replied in a tone I was not comfortable in, “you ungrateful piece of shit, don’t you know what the ANC has done for us [by that meaning black people], we have electricity, grants and paved roads because of the ANC, never say that again, uyandiva???”

Back then I was too young to reply to an adult, but these are the words I had at heart:

“Listen here you bulk of shit…” hahahahaha, I am kidding, I would never say that to an elder, here is what I wanted to say:

“Yes, dabs, I hear you and I understand, the ANC did something for us, and that’s all it is ‘something’, were is the bulk of the pie? Take this as an example, if your daughter died and for some reason in her will she leaves all her R10 million worth of assets with me and appoints me the guardian for her kids, to take care of their financial needs until they are independent… and what do I do? I take them to rural schools, I buy them uniform once in a couple of years and they have to patch it up in between the times. I only buy them clothes for Christmas and they will have to patch those until next Christmas. Unaware of the value of the money their mom left with me, they are grateful for the little things uncle Mzu is doing for them. The ANC is exactly like uncle Mzu, they slice the bread, share it, eat up and throw the crumbs to the community, and then because of extreme poverty, the community is grateful for what little they receive”

I would have put her in her place right??? Anyway this is what always happens when we start asking questions about the quality of a black-man’s life:

“…but in comparison with the days of Jones, the improvement was enormous. Reading out the figures in a shrill, rapid voice, he proved to them in detail that they had more oats, more hay, more turnips than they had had in Jones's day… Besides, in those days they had been slaves and now they were free, and that made all the difference, as Squealer did not fail to point out… ”

And we fall for this explanation every time, I don’t mean to sound blunt or anything, but I can’t wait for everyone who was born before 1990 to die. They must just die, all of them, black and white... Then, only then will South Africa stand on its own two feet.

“We are robbed and the culprits are not tsotsiz in balaclavas, they are businessmen and politicians in designer suits” -Siki Mgabadeli

9.

Self-employment

“Every mouthful of food was an acute positive pleasure, now that it was truly their own food, produced by themselves and for themselves, not doled out to them by a grudging master.”

Pastor Lusindiso Malimba said on one of his CD’s:

“God is closing the doors of employment for some people because they are not the type to serve a master…” He continued and said… “There are hundreds of hungry unemployed people in South Africa because YOU are hesitating in implementing the business idea God has planted in your mind, body and soul. You think about it day and night, the instructions are so clear in your head yet action dololo…”

This extract goes to all my brothers and sister that feel ‘formal employment’ is not for them, there is a lot of them out there, I know, a lot of friends call me and lament a similar feeling or situation.

Now what this extract is saying is “QUIT YOUR DAY JOB AND FOLLOW YOUR FUCKEN DREAMS/PASSION” now what it continues and says is don’t be stupid about it, don’t quit your day job just because you are lazy, do so because your true life purpose is calling all the time and bothering you, it’s leaving missed calls and voicemails, even sending call-backs and Top-Ups.

Then from the book ‘VEDA: Secrets from the EAST’ there is as extract that reads as follows:

“…Plato wrote that society can enjoy prosperity and harmony only if it places people in working categories or classes according to their natural abilities. He though people should find out their natural abilities and use those abilities to their fullest capacity…”

To those who are lucky enough to discover their “natural abilities” at an early stage, please do not waste the years of your youth conforming to social prescribed lifestyles. Trust me, later in life, not even that later, somewhere around your mid-twenties you will be like WTW!!! One nigga described that stage of life as “being punished for being a good boy/girl”. Most graduates know this, if you are not here yet, please don’t step on the trap, FOLLOW YOUR DREAMS, find what makes you happy, find how to make money from it and follow it like you are crazy. Step 1, drop the “bazothin’ abantu” syndrome. Now you’re good to go…

It should also be noted that, no one, not even one person nor animal said that the journey is going to be easy, but they do all profess the same thing, “the harvest is worth it”.

Even the guys at Animal Farm went through this:

“…they met with many difficulties--for instance, later in the year, when they harvested the corn, they had to tread it out in the ancient style and blow away the chaff with their breath, since the farm possessed no threshing machine--but the pigs with their cleverness and Boxer with his tremendous muscles always pulled them through…”

So you too, on your journey, whatever life throws at you, the wisdom you have collected over the years and the inner strength buried deep within you will carry you through till the top, it will take you from glory to glory.

Shhhhh!!! Hear that??? It success, it’s calling your name… Get yourself a mentor and surround yourself with positive people who will help you grow stronger and stronger with every sunset… Now answer your call…

10.

The Lion and the Zebra

Let me quote this and see if I can shed some light into the minds of the youth…

“…The attempt to tame the wild creatures, for instance, broke down almost immediately. They continued to behave very much as before, and when treated with generosity, simply took advantage of it. The cat joined the Re-education Committee and was very active in it for some days. She was seen one day sitting on a roof and talking to some sparrows who were just out of her reach. She was telling them that all animals were now comrades and that any sparrow who chose could come and perch on her paw; but the sparrows kept their distance…”

I don’t know if you have ever heard the phrase “a cheetah can never change his spots”, I don’t think so. Because in every 5 years cycle for the past 22 years we have been falling for the same rabbit in the hat trick. Now you see it, now you don’t… Those are our leaders.

Each and every voting South African knows that we see politicians when it’s voting time, when they are going door to door canvassing for our votes. Now this used to be fine with us as we thought that in between those voting times, our leaders were in suits, running up and down in the Union Buildings and Parliament working their assess off, running this country and proving a better South Africa for us all…

Well, that’s what we though until recently. What changed is that more and more people got hooked up on DSTV and had access to those exclusive TV channels, Universities installed free Wi-Fi in residences and we had access to YouTube.

Then with the help of these platforms, we got to witness live and partially uncensored, the joke that is going on in Parliament. Respect was lost install, I noticed this was so because even children were calling elders “loo Zuma” “uFikile” and many more, respect packed its bags and left the building. Nelson Mandela was the only cadre left with the prefix “utat’ uMadiba”.

At the same time, Newspaper editors grew a pair and started showing us the lavish lifestyles that politicians were living. Even if you didn’t do mathematics, everyone could tell that the equations were not balancing, their annual salaries were just not equal to the lifestyle they led. So basically corruption was bought to the surface, one political leader at time.

But what do we do when it’s time to vote, we find the cat on the roof and perch on her paw…

11.

The real magic

This will come a bit harsh, but what the hell, here goes nothing…

“…It was also found that the stupider animals, such as the sheep, hens, and ducks, were unable to learn the Seven Commandments by heart. After much thought Snowball declared that the Seven Commandments could in effect be reduced to a single maxim, namely: "Four legs good, two legs bad..."

When we ask for the manifesto from our ruling party, we are not asking for much. All we want to know is what’s the progress on the manifesto set in 1994? When will free education be feasible for implementation? What are they doing with the corruption that has emerged and is tearing the beautiful BLACK, GREEN n GOLD organisation apart? And what do their do?? They tell us to DAB… while you’re looking down at your armpit, the real magic is going on.

There is one of two things that is going on here, it’s either we are stupid or the ANC thinks we are stupid. Let’s vote on it… ok that’s it, after counting the votes and with a unanimous decision, the people have spoken WE ARE STUPID…

[In Oprah’s voice] I am stupid, You are stupid, We are stupid, EVERYBODY IS STUPID!!!

I was lucky enough to be taught by some old man and a few of my crazy friends that when something is going on, pause, take a step back and look the other way. That helps a lot, allow me to demonstrate…

The government launched the ‘War on Leaks’ programme in Port Elizabeth. One of the ANC launched their LGE manifesto in Port Elizabeth. The Navy hosted ‘Armed Forces Day’ in Port Elizabeth. Nonetheless, the people of the Bay proved not to be as stupid as I thought they were…Numbers don’t lie…

If we can get off our high horses, we might learn a thing or two from the Nelson Mandela Metropolitan. Not vote for the DA, NO NO NO, hell naw. We must just learn that when the pretty blonde girl walks past the stage, that is when we should be focusing on the magician. That is when the real magic occurs. Then in that way, we can pick up on the ‘slide of the hand’ and tackle real issue in time.

We cannot give up on the ANC because of a few crooks, the ANC is old, and no man is the ANC, we are the ANC. When Mr Thabo Mbeki was president he said “the people shall govern”, we are those people, he didn’t mean the elite.

I don’t care if we have to “to butt and kick” or “…we will run out of patience very soon and we will remove this government through the barrel of the gun..” [to borrow Mr Malema’s words] South Africa will be bought into order.

How did we vote a person vote a person who sang “umshini wam” every time he had to make speech to be the first citizen mara nathi??? Hayi maarn we are stupid.

12.

The return of “Jones”

At Animal Farm, a batch of milk kept disappearing and this baffled the animals, but here is what went done the day the whereabouts of the milk came to light:

“The mystery of where the milk went to was soon cleared up. It was mixed every day into the pigs' mash. The early apples were now ripening, and the grass of the orchard was littered with windfalls. The animals had assumed as a matter of course that these would be shared out equally; one day, however, the order went forth that all the windfalls were to be collected and brought to the harness-room for the use of the pigs. At this some of the other animals murmured, but it was no use. All the pigs were in full agreement on this point, even Snowball and Napoleon. Squealer was sent to make the necessary explanations to the others.

 "Comrades!" he cried. "You do not imagine, I hope, that we pigs are doing this in a spirit of selfishness and privilege? Many of us actually dislike milk and apples. I dislike them myself. Our sole object in taking these things is to preserve our health. Milk and apples (this has been proved by Science, comrades) contain substances absolutely necessary to the well-being of a pig. We pigs are brainworkers. The whole management and organisation of this farm depend on us. Day and night we are watching over your welfare. It is for YOUR sake that we drink that milk and eat those apples. Do you know what would happen if we pigs failed in our duty? Jones would come back! Yes, Jones would come back! Surely, comrades," cried Squealer almost pleadingly, skipping from side to side and whisking his tail, "surely there is no one among you who wants to see Jones come back?"

Oh, ok. It is like that kanti, I didn’t know. Apologies about my previous statement my friends, corruption is necessary after all. Am not sure which science proved it but our leader seem to believe so, then with that in mind, let’s toe the line fellow South African and not ask questions. "…surely there is no one among you who wants to see Jones come back?..." hahahahaha, you know who & what Jones is.

Lol, eish. There is a friend of mine who likes to say that she has this feeling the fate of our country is decided in some room by men in suits snipping fine scotch whiskey and puffing on Cuban cigars. Now every time she says this I laugh, less does she know that I laugh because I know how true that is. I have been in some of these mysterious room, I have once witnessed a man I didn’t know sentenced 15 years to prison at a Braai over a bottle of 18 year old Glenlivet. With that tiny information in mind, I can only image what happens at a government level. I seriously doubt “We pigs are brainworkers.”

Anyway, let us all be warned, let us look out for the Squealer’s, those are the sly people sent to calm us down during times of uprising, those that have participated in collage strikes them well.

13.

Power

“…was no doubt as to which way the vote would go. But just at this moment Napoleon stood up and, casting a peculiar sidelong look at Snowball, uttered a high-pitched whimper of a kind no one had ever heard him utter before.
 At this there was a terrible baying sound outside, and nine enormous dogs wearing brass-studded collars came bounding into the barn. They dashed straight for Snowball, who only sprang from his place just in time to escape their snapping jaws. In a moment he was out of the door and they were after him. Too amazed and frightened to speak, all the animals crowded through the door to watch the chase. Snowball was racing across the long pasture that led to the road. He was running as only a pig can run, but the dogs were close on his heels. Suddenly he slipped and it seemed certain that they had him. Then he was up again, running faster than ever, then the dogs were gaining on him again. One of them all but closed his jaws on Snowball's tail, but Snowball whisked it free just in time. Then he put on an extra spurt and, with a few inches to spare, slipped through a hole in the hedge and was seen no more…”

Hey, wait a minute!!! This sound a bit too familiar, I can’t quite put my finger on it though… I am not sure if I am old enough in remember what happened in 2007 in Polokwane and the events that followed. I don’t know, I just have this weird feeling that President Thabo Mbeki signed his resignation letter with blood.

My memory is a bit vague, thing is I smoked a lot of glue in those years, so will me fellow elders help me out here…

Aahh My President, iZizi elihle, I wonder where the “hole in the hedge” led to…

Now something very interesting happened on the farm, Napoleon, now leader started having strange encounters:

“… A Mr. Whymper, a solicitor living in Willingdon, had agreed to act as intermediary between Animal Farm and the outside world, and would visit the farm every Monday morning to receive his instructions…
 …He was a sly-looking little man with side whiskers, a solicitor in a very small way of business, but sharp enough to have realised earlier than anyone else that Animal Farm would need a broker and that the commissions would be worth having. The animals watched his coming and going with a kind of dread, and avoided him as much as possible. Nevertheless, the sight of Napoleon, on all fours, delivering orders to Whymper, who stood on two legs, roused their pride and partly reconciled them to the new arrangement…”

This also sounds familiar, but I can’t quite decide who this Whymper guy is when it come to our beloved country.

It could be the Americans who want to fracture out beautiful Karoo and extract gas for their benefit at the cost of our water quality… Nah… Maybe it’s the Russians that want to build a sophisticated nuclear plant that we do not have the expertise to operate and maintain, let alone have the technology locally, meaning we will be in a 100 year lease with the country for service. Never mind the threat a nuclear plant would bring to the country, we would be vulnerable, potential state enemies would see us as sitting ducks… Nah, I can’t be that… Who knows, maybe it’s the French who just sold us unaffordable airplanes that have shot SAA’s maintenance budget through the roof… Nah… China??? Nan… Maybe it’s the Guptas, hahahahaha, let me not go there before I get in trouble…

Anyway, we really need to identify Mr Whymper and kick his ass out of this country…

14.

Tough times

Whenever you listen to radio or watch TV, you here how South Africa is economically going through a tough time… Poverty is a reality, when you visit down town and in the outskirts you will witness this. Every year a certain number of students disappear from university, not because of ‘academic exclusion’ but for financial reasons. Really, one can see that economically it’s bad out there, BUT:

“…the pigs seemed comfortable enough, and in fact were putting on weight if anything…”

This is why the students should hold the #FEESMUSTFALL banner high and scream at the top of their, free education is possible… but… yes we know “but”… every time students push for the cause they goes back to residences with “yes free education is feasible but we are still doing investigations”. Just imagine if your lecturer gave you an assignment and you were told that the submission date is “when you are ready”, it would take a very long time for that assignment to be submitted trust me.

Students must push, this time around they must go back to res with an implementation plan that they can measure progress against. Still on the same point, let us not torch the institutions, cops it’s fine y’all can beat em up, just don’t burn libraries and other facilities.

When time are tough at home, you mom doesn’t dish up salads and meat for her and your dad then announce to the children that “time are tough, so yall having pap and water”. When time are tough everyone must feel it. We should stop practicing this nonsense of:

 “Everyone is equal, just that some individuals are more equal than others”

15.

Death of Pre-1990

Again I say, I can’t wait for everyone who was born pre-1990 to just die, all of them, black and white. As evil-hearted as this may sound, it is a sincere dream is have, for some reason I have a vision of a new South Africa when that happens. In the book it is said:

“…Many animals had been born to whom the Rebellion was only a dim tradition, passed on by word of mouth, and others had been bought who had never heard mention of such a thing before their arrival…”

Those white kids of the future will hear about apartheid but will never know the sweetness of kicking a black man in the face while he is down. Which is why it is of the utmost important to educate and empower the black children growing up in the location, so that when this day comes, they can grab the opportunity with both hands and I pray it does not slip through their fingers.

Then, only then Mandela’s dream of a “RAINBOW NATION” nation can be achieved. It is possible, I have seen this in children, they do not see in colour, until they grow up and they are taught to hate. Then when everyone who was alive back then is dead, the hate being passed on from generation to generation will become faint, soon it will turn into a mere rumour, and with the assistance of time, it too shall disappear into the midst of History…

Jah that is Animal Farm…

My Friends, please bear in mind that this book was published in 1945, way before South Africa got its ‘democracy’, but look at how many things we could have avoided or done right if we all read this short story about animals in some farm in England.

So now for the big question, when are we renaming ‘South Africa’??? Because it is still the direct translation of “Zuid-Afrika”…

Anyway, after all that i am still screaming VIVA ANC VIVA!!!... EISH... I bleed Black, Green & Gold...

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