Showing posts with label Cape Town. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cape Town. Show all posts

Wednesday, 25 May 2011

I am an African

On an occasion such as this, we should, perhaps, start from the beginning.

So, let me begin.

I am an African.

I owe my being to the hills and the valleys, the mountains and the glades, the rivers, the deserts, the trees, the flowers, the seas and the ever-changing seasons that define the face of our native land.

My body has frozen in our frosts and in our latter day snows. It has thawed in the warmth of our sunshine and melted in the heat of the midday sun. The crack and the rumble of the summer thunders, lashed by startling lightening, have been a cause both of trembling and of hope.

The fragrances of nature have been as pleasant to us as the sight of the wild blooms of the citizens of the veld.

The dramatic shapes of the Drakensberg, the soil-coloured waters of the Lekoa, iGqili noThukela, and the sands of the Kgalagadi, have all been panels of the set on the natural stage on which we act out the foolish deeds of the theatre of our day.

At times, and in fear, I have wondered whether I should concede equal citizenship of our country to the leopard and the lion, the elephant and the springbok, the hyena, the black mamba and the pestilential mosquito.

A human presence among all these, a feature on the face of our native land thus defined, I know that none dare challenge me when I say - I am an African!

I owe my being to the Khoi and the San whose desolate souls haunt the great expanses of the beautiful Cape - they who fell victim to the most merciless genocide our native land has ever seen, they who were the first to lose their lives in the struggle to defend our freedom and dependence and they who, as a people, perished in the result.

Today, as a country, we keep an audible silence about these ancestors of the generations that live, fearful to admit the horror of a former deed, seeking to obliterate from our memories a cruel occurrence which, in its remembering, should teach us not and never to be inhuman again.
I am formed of the migrants who left Europe to find a new home on our native land. Whatever their own actions, they remain still, part of me.

In my veins courses the blood of the Malay slaves who came from the East. Their proud dignity informs my bearing, their culture a part of my essence. The stripes they bore on their bodies from the lash of the slave master are a reminder embossed on my consciousness of what should not be done.

I am the grandchild of the warrior men and women that Hintsa and Sekhukhune led, the patriots that Cetshwayo and Mphephu took to battle, the soldiers Moshoeshoe and Ngungunyane taught never to dishonour the cause of freedom.

My mind and my knowledge of myself is formed by the victories that are the jewels in our African crown, the victories we earned from Isandhlwana to Khartoum, as Ethiopians and as the Ashanti of Ghana, as the Berbers of the desert.

I am the grandchild who lays fresh flowers on the Boer graves at St Helena and the Bahamas, who sees in the mind's eye and suffers the suffering of a simple peasant folk, death, concentration camps, destroyed homesteads, a dream in ruins.

I am the child of Nongqause. I am he who made it possible to trade in the world markets in diamonds, in gold, in the same food for which my stomach yearns.

I come of those who were transported from India and China, whose being resided in the fact, solely, that they were able to provide physical labour, who taught me that we could both be at home and be foreign, who taught me that human existence itself demanded that freedom was a necessary condition for that human existence.

Being part of all these people, and in the knowledge that none dare contest that assertion, I shall claim that - I am an African.

I have seen our country torn asunder as these, all of whom are my people, engaged one another in a titanic battle, the one redress a wrong that had been caused by one to another and the other, to defend the indefensible.

I have seen what happens when one person has superiority of force over another, when the stronger appropriate to themselves the prerogative even to annul the injunction that God created all men and women in His image.

I know what if signifies when race and colour are used to determine who is human and who, sub-human.

I have seen the destruction of all sense of self-esteem, the consequent striving to be what one is not, simply to acquire some of the benefits which those who had improved themselves as masters had ensured that they enjoy.

I have experience of the situation in which race and colour is used to enrich some and impoverish the rest.

I have seen the corruption of minds and souls in the pursuit of an ignoble effort to perpetrate a veritable crime against humanity.

I have seen concrete expression of the denial of the dignity of a human being emanating from the conscious, systemic and systematic oppressive and repressive activities of other human beings.

There the victims parade with no mask to hide the brutish reality - the beggars, the prostitutes, the street children, those who seek solace in substance abuse, those who have to steal to assuage hunger, those who have to lose their sanity because to be sane is to invite pain.

Perhaps the worst among these, who are my people, are those who have learnt to kill for a wage.

To these the extent of death is directly proportional to their personal welfare.

And so, like pawns in the service of demented souls, they kill in furtherance of the political violence in KwaZulu-Natal. They murder the innocent in the taxi wars.

They kill slowly or quickly in order to make profits from the illegal trade in narcotics. They are available for hire when husband wants to murder wife and wife, husband.

Among us prowl the products of our immoral and amoral past - killers who have no sense of the worth of human life, rapists who have absolute disdain for the women of our country, animals who would seek to benefit from the vulnerability of the children, the disabled and the old, the rapacious who brook no obstacle in their quest for self-enrichment.

All this I know and know to be true because I am an African!

Because of that, I am also able to state this fundamental truth that I am born of a people who are heroes and heroines.

I am born of a people who would not tolerate oppression.

I am of a nation that would not allow that fear of death, torture, imprisonment, exile or persecution should result in the perpetuation of injustice.

The great masses who are our mother and father will not permit that the behaviour of the few results in the description of our country and people as barbaric.

Patient because history is on their side, these masses do not despair because today the weather is bad. Nor do they turn triumphalist when, tomorrow, the sun shines.

Whatever the circumstances they have lived through and because of that experience, they are determined to define for themselves who they are and who they should be.

We are assembled here today to mark their victory in acquiring and exercising their right to formulate their own definition of what it means to be African.

The constitution whose adoption we celebrate constitutes and unequivocal statement that we refuse to accept that our Africanness shall be defined by our race, colour, gender of historical origins.

It is a firm assertion made by ourselves that South Africa belongs to all who live in it, black and white.

It gives concrete expression to the sentiment we share as Africans, and will defend to the death, that the people shall govern.

It recognises the fact that the dignity of the individual is both an objective which society must pursue, and is a goal which cannot be separated from the material well-being of that individual.

It seeks to create the situation in which all our people shall be free from fear, including the fear of the oppression of one national group by another, the fear of the disempowerment of one social echelon by another, the fear of the use of state power to deny anybody their fundamental human rights and the fear of tyranny.

It aims to open the doors so that those who were disadvantaged can assume their place in society as equals with their fellow human beings without regard to colour, race, gender, age or geographic dispersal.

It provides the opportunity to enable each one and all to state their views, promote them, strive for their implementation in the process of governance without fear that a contrary view will be met with repression.

It creates a law-governed society which shall be inimical to arbitrary rule.

It enables the resolution of conflicts by peaceful means rather than resort to force.

It rejoices in the diversity of our people and creates the space for all of us voluntarily to define ourselves as one people.

As an African, this is an achievement of which I am proud, proud without reservation and proud without any feeling of conceit.

Our sense of elevation at this moment also derives from the fact that this magnificent product is the unique creation of African hands and African minds.

Bit it is also constitutes a tribute to our loss of vanity that we could, despite the temptation to treat ourselves as an exceptional fragment of humanity, draw on the accumulated experience and wisdom of all humankind, to define for ourselves what we want to be.

Together with the best in the world, we too are prone to pettiness, petulance, selfishness and short-sightedness.

But it seems to have happened that we looked at ourselves and said the time had come that we make a super-human effort to be other than human, to respond to the call to create for ourselves a glorious future, to remind ourselves of the Latin saying: Gloria est consequenda - Glory must be sought after!

Today it feels good to be an African.

It feels good that I can stand here as a South African and as a foot soldier of a titanic African army, the African National Congress, to say to all the parties represented here, to the millions who made an input into the processes we are concluding, to our outstanding compatriots who have presided over the birth of our founding document, to the negotiators who pitted their wits one against the other, to the unseen stars who shone unseen as the management and administration of the Constitutional Assembly, the advisers, experts and publicists, to the mass communication media, to our friends across the globe - congratulations and well done!

I am an African.

I am born of the peoples of the continent of Africa.

The pain of the violent conflict that the peoples of Liberia, Somalia, the Sudan, Burundi and Algeria is a pain I also bear.

The dismal shame of poverty, suffering and human degradation of my continent is a blight that we share.

The blight on our happiness that derives from this and from our drift to the periphery of the ordering of human affairs leaves us in a persistent shadow of despair.

This is a savage road to which nobody should be condemned.

This thing that we have done today, in this small corner of a great continent that has contributed so decisively to the evolution of humanity says that Africa reaffirms that she is continuing her rise from the ashes.

Whatever the setbacks of the moment, nothing can stop us now! 
Whatever the difficulties, Africa shall be at peace! 
However improbable it may sound to the sceptics, Africa will prosper!

Whoever we may be, whatever our immediate interest, however much we carry baggage from our past, however much we have been caught by the fashion of cynicism and loss of faith in the capacity of the people, let us err today and say - nothing can stop us now!

Thank you.

"I am an African" is the title of a speech made by Thabo Mbeki on behalf of the African National Congress in Cape Town on 8 May 1996, on the occasion of the passing of the new Constitution of South Africa. At the time Mbeki was the vice president of South Africa under the presidency of Nelson Mandela. The speech defined the political mood of the moment in post-Apartheid South Africa and enhanced Mbeki's reputation as a political orator, in which respect he has been likened to Martin Luther King Jr.
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Thursday, 25 June 2009

Before I die

I refuse to die before [in no particular order]:
  1. Attending the Carnival in Rio de Janiero - Brazil

    What more could I possibly ask for? Happy people, music, singing, dancing and not to mention the hot hot hot weather!!!

  2. Chasing cheese down a hill - Gloucester, England
    Might sound stupid to you, especially if you're a girl, but nothing beats anything that provides the rare opportunity to potentially break your neck in pursuit of... ...wait for it... a round of Double Gloucester Cheese down an extremely steep and uneven hill!!! YEAH!!!

  3. Rocking it at the Cape Town Jazz Festival - Cape Town
    Again, a killa combination: music, a good time, some 1000+ people having a good time and some nice outdoorsy weather! Aint nothing better!

  4. Rollercoaster-ing at Ratanga Junction - Cape Town

    1 reason: the adrenalin rush!

  5. Bungee jumping off of something - The World

    see reason on #4

  6. Chilin' on the ocean in Mozambique

    Beach + hot weather + Portuguese food = happiness

  7. Going to the Umhlanga Reed Dance in Swaziland

    Two birds with one stone, (1) I'll be in Swaziland and (2) I'll be witnessing another history chapter added to the King Mswati book - him marrying yet another wife. As if 14 isn't enough. pshh!!

  8. The Zulu Reed Dance in KwaZulu Natal

    I've always wanted to witness this. :)

  9. Going to one of the Channel-O patries in Swaziland

    I hear they're the best parties to go to this side of the Vaal, I wanna be part of the temporary migration come December!

  10. Being part of La Tomatina - Valencia, Spain

    The potential risk of getting hit in the eye with a tomato has always appealed to me. The mess of it all. I likes it!!

**Looks like this is gonna be one of those lists I need to update as I go along.
Hopefully I'll update it, unlike this one...

;)

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Wednesday, 1 October 2008

Development gets Arrested in SA!


One of the greatest HipHop bands (How do you spell HipHop? Is it Hip-Hop or Hip Hop? anyway) to ever put sound on wax, is set to perform in South Africa this month.

Oh hell yes!!

Arrested Development is coming to the Mother Land (they're also going to be in the Mother City) for the second time only in 14 years. (Do the math, last time they were here was in '94 after Mandela's inauguration.) And somewhere in between there, having faught a losing battle with a popular TV series for having used a name simillar to theirs, it's good to see them not having lost their heads.

Having gone from 19 members to 8 kinda makes me wonder if their music is still the same. I guess having 4 new members team up with 4 original members (especially Speech, the lead vocalist) definately strikes a clear balance between the old architects of HipHop and the new kids on the block.

With classics like Everyday People, Mr Windal and Revolution! it promises to be a surefire head-banger for the conscious rhythm and poetry fan. Staying true to the original art form, it'll be rewarding to see people with something worthwhile performing live. After seeing the likes of Snoop and JaRule on SA stages. It's time for something fresh. It's time for the revolution.




Baseline info: Friday, 10 October 2008
Arrested Development South Africa Tour
Live At Bassline Doors
opens @ 20:00pm
Show starts @ 21:00pm
Tickets @ the door: R200Tickets
@ computicket: R220


Cape Town info: Saturday, 11 October 2008
Arrested Development South Africa Tour
Club Galaxy/West End, Cine
400, College Rd, Rylands7764, Cape Town, South Africa (
MAP)
Doors open 8pm
Cost:R160.00



These event organising people should start paying me!

Still. If you go and I don't. You know what to do... email me teh pics: papercut[at]brainstormdesigns.co.za


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Friday, 25 July 2008

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Now, first off... I wanna get one thing clear.

We all don't have a lot of time on this here planet. The fact that you've lived as long as you have has nothing to do with anything except the fact that your time just hasn't come yet.

It has nothing to do with the fact that you take a shower twice a day, say Grace before every meal, you bruch your teeth, floss, then Listerine three times a day. Or the fact that you have wear rossary and have one hanging on your head-board in your bedroom. You know, the one you either always hide in the drawer and are even ashamed to look at during sex? Yeah, that one.

All that has absolutely nothing to do with how long you'll live and have lived so far.

Bearing that in mind, living on the edge will also not guarantee that you'll actually die of something. I mean like how people are so scared of bungee jumping or skydiving or anything that has even the slightest element of death in it.

People die in their sleep all the time!

There's probably one that just died after I put the exclamation mark on the sentece above. My condolences.

So I really don't understand why people would want to spend their weekends or vacations. [Or whatever excuse they use to get away from work]. Doing the following: (1) Travelling all the way to Italy to look at where some dead guy used to live. (2) Talking at least 4 hours out of their day to walk up a small hill; admire the vista then walk all the way back again. I mean WTF!?

All these things don't really mean much to me.

I'm more of an event kinda guy. I want to go somewhere to do something that I've never done before. Either that or go somewhere and be part of something that has either never or is the beginning of something.

Take for instance, going clubbling. I don't really do the whole club hopping thing. I'd rather go to the club when I'm gonna go see something special. Like for an album launch or something, or a club's last gig before it closes. Quick examples: I was at DJ Fresh's Definition of House 2 album launch, I was there when a club called Times4 was moving from Hatfield to Sunnyside.
I've only been to Times4 once since. To see this guy!

I don't understand people who do something that's just gonna go be engraved in peoples' minds forever. Another quick example: I'd much rather go to a rare art exhibition than just go to the Pretoria Art Museum [which is not too far from where I live] for the hell of it.

If walking in open spaces and looking at beautiful scenes is your thing, then by all means go for it.
I don't have anything against God's wonderful creations, but let's just say I'd rather see something rare, and not something I probably grew up around. This is South Africa forgodssake! I'd much rather go see God's Window or go to the Drakensberg, or Sutherland or some place where I'll actually see something wonderful. Something like the Niagara Falls or Victoria Falls or even Ratunga Junction or something.

I'm just saying, I'd rather go clay pigeon shooting than wine tasting. Don't get me wrong, I don't have anything against wine. I love my wines with a passion, I'd just rather shoot something than taste wines. Easy as that.

I don't wanna spend the little time that I have in my life climbing useless hills. I'd rather live my life LIVING my life. Do you understand me?

Maybe I'm being weird, but I don't see spending months hiking up a frozen mountain, with a thick percentage of freezing my limbs off, and an even greater chance of losing my life as "an adventure".

I'd rather risk breaking some bones doing something dangerous like quad biking/go-karting/paintball(ing) [is that even a word?]. It's just the way I'm wired.

This post probably doesn't make a lotta sense to you, and most unfortunately, I don't care.

:P
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Thursday, 29 May 2008

There's no parking in Cape Town


So I was in Cape Town yestersday for an interview. This was my third trip to the Mother City.

My first trip was back in '95, almost a year into the new South Africa, and my grandmother took my cousin and I to meet our extended family in Elsie's River (or something like that).
For the very first time in my life, got the chance to run around in the cold and salty waters of the Atlantic Ocean (it was in June by the way), hooked up a serious collection of sea shells, and a whole lotta sea water. I'm still not too sure what the fascination is around bringing back (i.e. into the mainland) sea water. But I think it's supposed to bring people some sort of luck. At least that's what most Black people think...

Anyway, my second visit was last year in April. Was more of a business thing. I went for about a week. Luckily I was now old enough to truly appreciate the beauty that is Cape Town.

Damn!

I totally love Cape Town. I love the people there, the food, the beautiful women, the chilled out nightlife, I don't know I just totally love the atmosphere around Capetonians.

I love the laid back culture the people of Cape Town have. For some reason when you're there you just don't see people rushing all over the place. People don't bump while destracted by the confines imposed by the concept of time.

There seems to be an understanding among the people that they all seem to follow in perfect synch to one another. The pedestrians don't have to wait at the pedestrian robot for the green light. For some reason speeding isn't really a priority to Capetonians.

Turns out parking is also not much of a priority. I spoke to a coupl of people (literally 2), about migrating from the busy Jozi life to the more toned down Cape Town state of mind.


And they both said the same thing. They both said the cost of living as more or less the same and accomodates most peoples' pockets. But two thing will always remain a factor in living and working in Cape Town...
1. Property is expensive.
2. There's no parking in Cape Town.

Basically that means, you can sorta afford a decent place, but when it comes to buying car, you might wanna think long and hard about where you're gonna park it. Becase - as I came to notice during my leasurely strolls - there really isn't much parking in the city of Cape Town.

There are actually parking attendants who walk around with a meter thingy around their necks. What they do is, when you wann a park your car, they will gladly assist you with your blind-spot checks and slow reversing, then afterwards, they take down your number plate, punch it into that wonderful piece of machinery, then you can merrily go about you day.

When you return, after however many hours (or minutes, if you're from Jo'burg), he punches in your time, and a nice little receipt pops out and you give him the money stated on the paper. Which is usually close to around R30 (acoording to my sources) for an 8 hour parking spot.

So a large percentage of people who don't have parking allocated to them in their places of employment prefer using public modes of transport and leaving their cars behind.

Why?

Well, it's simple really, parking is damn hard to find, and when you do finally find a place to park, you end up paying a lot.

Either that, or there's just no parking in Cape Town.

Do I still wanna go live there? Hell yeah, but not now. After they rethink their public parking strategy.
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