"Voetsek"

There's this new advert gracing our TV screens...

It's an ad where people are basically retelling what happened one day when some woman was almost abducted by a UFO. Until some woman put one Halls "losenge" and after a few moments screamed at the UFO to release the morbidly obese woman. Ending with the word "voetsek".

For those of you who don't know. Voestek is basically a word used to mean "go away", I think it's Afrikaans, but I don't really care. What I care about however, is that growing up, we were basically banned from using the word. Not like apartheid-ban, but more like socially-unacceptable-ban.

What makes these marketing people think they can just pop onto our screen and say whatever they want??

Since when has it been considered okay to say the word like "voetsek" on national television?

What's worse, they use a Black woman to shout at the top of her lungs... "Hey wena... yada yada yada... voetsek!"

They make it seem like - "Hey, black people say voetsek, so it must be cool"

I mean WTF!?! Motherfuckers!!

I don't know how you were raised, but around my neighbourhood, that word was considered a swear word. My mother would kill me if she even heard a rumour that I had been saying it. Now all of a sudden it gets thrown in our faces like it doesn't mean nothing. Like it's just another cool word.

How is that single mother of 2 supposed to teach her children right (words) from wrong, when TV tells the kids the opposite of what's being said at home?

Where do you draw the line?

I know most people will defend this in saying we shouldn't expect TV to teach your kids manners, but what do you di in the scenario above?

I for one am against the ad being aired. Either they edit it, or they completely can it. I don't care how much money they spent to get that fat woman up in the air!

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Prayer in the park [finding Jesus #2]

When was the last time you ever devoted any time out to just thank God (or
whoever it is you believe in) for all that he's given you and continues to give you on a daily basis?

I took this picture (while I was at the Civic Theatre in Johannesburg) of a man finding some time in his busy schedule to say a prayer. He was sitting in that position for well over thirty minutes.

And I got to thinking about the significance of just connecting with the most high for no particular reason. Just checking in. Just to let him know you're aware he exists. Not having to wait for tough times to come knocking before you feel the need to...

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June 16, 1976

How come every time Youth Day comes around, all we ever hear about is how Hector Peterson was the first one to get shot and how young he was. How he got carried by some guy who's never been seen since?

What about the first girl that was shot? Does anyone ever think of building a First Girl to be Shot Memorial? Let's face it. Chances are, Hector wasn't the first one to get shot. He is probably the first one to get shot and have his picture taken moments after.

Why is it that all we're bombarded with is how bad the day was, but always from the same people. Same people every year. Honestly, can we make these people any richer? People are making money from all these interviews and magazine covers and whatnots.

What about the first policeman to get hit in the head by a flying brick fresh from an angry student's hand? What about the policeman who actually tried to save lives on the day. Lest we forget that most of the policemen involved in the student shootings were black. Because all the black man and woman was "good" at was either being a teacher, a nurse or a policeman. And yet all you ever hear about is how much the black youth emancipated themselves from Afrikaaner oppression. Why?

Why don't the other "Struggle heroes" ever get some airplay? You can't tell me the ones gracing our screens every year are the only other ones left.

How come we're only getting the story from only one side of Soweto? I mean, being the largest township in the country (if not the world), you would expect to at least get coverage of the uprising from all angles. But all you ever hear about is the riots that started at Morris Isaacson High School, and very little is said about Naledi High Shool.

Do you even know who Hastings Ndlovu is? If I ask you the same question about Hector Pieterson, will your answer be the same?

- Paper

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Zulu girls got serious ass in Joey's

edit: 29/10/2008 - for some serious ass... click here

So there I was on one chilly Friday morning, boarding a train deep into the ever busy city of Johannesburg. (aka Jozi/Jo'burg/JHB... and more recently "Joeys") Like most of my trips, it was just for one day.

While waiting for the train to fill up and people to settle down so we can get going. I realised something...

First let me explain this...

There are 3 trains that leave go from Pretoria to Jo'burg (that's what I perfer to call it btw) every morning.
There's the 1st class one (Express). Used mainly by people defined as middle to higher income employees. Then there's the higher income to I-can-buy-this-flippin-train-with-all-of-you-in-it boys & girls who can also be classified as 'employers' (the Business Express). Then last but not least, there's the just-in-case-I-don't-make-it-tell-my-mother-I-loved-her train (aka 3rd class). That's the one you get on when you basically have nothing to live for and have just found out you've got 3 months to live.

I was on the first one.

And I noticed something. Like on the aeroplane trip, business people are so self absorbed they hardly take notice of anything or anyone around them, all they do is, get a seat, wait for the hostess lady to give them their morning paper and hot coffee then that's it.

While on the other train, the Express, it's more of a bus/taxi/train experience. You get to sit with people and discuss whatever's on their minds. Sure we don't solve the world's problems in there, but you at least get to know people, you get to interact with people you wouldn't normally get a chance to encounter on a daily basis.

I have no idea what happens in the other train, so I won't bother. But based on the anger and hatred some of the people that either got thrown off (not litterally) or "detained"; all I could gather was that you have to at least have a uniquely identifiable scar on the side of your face (which I have, but I know I just wouldn't survive that side).

And hour later, we end up at Park station. I jumped off, and started making treks towards the Constitutional Hill, where I was supposed to spend most of my day. I went, and on my way there noticed that the Civic Theatre was closeby. So I went to chill there overlooking the wonderful Joburgers walking to work or to school or wherever...

Out of all the similarities Joburgers have... the fast walking, fast talking, the intensity in their eyes as they walk past you...

One thing caught my eye the most. Especially when it came to the ladies around the area where I was.

There are some basic things that tell you you're now officially in Johannesburg. Here's a short list of things you can just check if you're not sure:

• Most of them speak Zulu... [check] (even if most of them aren't even native Zulus, for some reason Zulu seems to be the accepted Joburg lingo)
• Most of them walk in small groups of three or so... [check]
• Are they walking faster than your average early in-the-morning pace? [check]

And the most defining factor of it all...

• Do the girls have thicker-than-your-average asses? [check] [double check and check again] - for some serious ass... click here

This is just one of those things that distinctly set Joburgers apart from everywhere else I've been.

Cape Town girls: fucking beautiful, nicely curved bodies, rich long hair (real not plastic). Usually a bit vertically challenged. But damn pleasing to the eye.

Bloemfontein girls: Loud. Materialistic. Probably has a baby. LOL! okay I can't really say much about Bloem chicks, only started analysing people recently. But soon as I go home, I'll be sure to give a proper postmortem. :)

Pretoria girls: Studying. Shares a flat with their sister's cousin twice removed. LOL!

I guess my affection for the Mother City is pretty clear and biased. Sue me.

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First of all, I'm not very particular when it comes to the female form, but one thing that is undeniably a prerequisite is most definately a behind a brother can be proud of. :)

And it seems the best place to find this particular prereq has got to be Joburg. Even the ugly girls got ass in Jozi.
So when you come face to face with that girl with the shaven-off eyebrows -replaced by a line, and the highly flamable plastic hair; spare a thought for the ass and sneak a peak as she walks by.
It'll make up for the fugly face you just encountered. Trust me.
Do it for the team!

On my way back to Pretoria, I decided to get a taste of some high life, and got on the Business Express. It's damn comfortable. Eish. Now I understand why people tend to say nothing. Soon as they sit down. But luckily I got to chill with some Black Diamonds, so it didn't feel so stuck up.

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Chinese = black like me!

I'd like to send a big shout out to all my Chinese brothers and sisters, who are now legally considered Black!

This came after the 'protests' by some Chinese organisation, wanting to be considered to be able to buy some pieces of the Black Empowerment caked Sasol had put on offer for people classified as "Black".

So this group of Chinese people decided to take Sasol to court to redefine what is considered a Black person in South Africa. Clearly skin colour had absolutely nothing to do with anything, considering the outcome. I'm not saying a person's blackness is defined by their skin pigmentation. But I would imagine it would also have been taken into consideration when christening Chinese people as black.

Can you honestly look at a Chinese person and see your long lost brother from another mother?? I didn't think so.

If they (the Government, or whoever decided on this) want Chinese people to be considered black and therefore get a cut in all BEE deals, based on the fact that some of them were (and continue to be) born in this country, then that means all the Zimbabweans seeking refuge in SA should also be given a chance to get a taste of the BEEness of is all. It's only fair. If people from another continent can just come down here, get citizenship then apply for BEE status, then the same should be allowed for genuine Black people from the African continent. They too should be offered shares.

Anyway... does all this mean that the 1.3 billion+ people living in The People's Republic of China are now considered brethren to the African people?

I really don't know about this.

It's bad enough our black (I mean people who are Black) brothers & sisters are still fighting the system for what's due to them, now even people from another continent are also in the running.

I think as a nation, we are too quick to look for quick fixes to shut people up. Instead of looking at what it really means to have Chinese people qualify for BEE status.

I mean what's the worst that could happen?

The whole SASOL Inzalo initiative ends on the 5th of July 2008. Would it have been such a mission to just delay the process a little bit, at least till the 7th of July? LOL!

Do you think they (the Chinese) would have gone on a strike - Holding up picket signs written in Chinese, which none of us would even be able to understand? Or maybe they would have at least tried to translate to the easietst form of Engrish there is. haha!!

Would they threaten to kill more pets? (come to think of it, have you actually ever seen a Chinese person owning a pet anything?)

Besides, these people live till they're like 108 years old or something like that... and at the rate black people are getting infected with AIDS & stuff, chances are, they're gonna outlive most of us anyways!

Shiiiit!

Next thing you know, we're celebrating the Chinese new year, the Year of the Rat, the Year of the Bull (which also happens to be the year I was born), the Year of Chairman Mao etc.

... just you wait...

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