Showing posts with label beauty. Show all posts
Showing posts with label beauty. 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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Monday, 23 June 2008

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...

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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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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Tuesday, 28 August 2007

Damn all these beautiful girls...

Now playing: Sean Kingston
Song: Beautiful Girls
Let's face it, most beautiful aren't really good at much...

I mean, how many beautiful girls you know that are good at stuff... stuff like cooking, cleaning, taking care of their man AND still manage to keep their hair, nails and clothes in order??

To be perfectly honest... not that many!

In comparison to "okay" looking girls, the beautiful ones are really not all they made out to be in terms of being in a proper being an all round beauty... I don't know about other races, but I'm pretty sure most "beautiful" black girls can only do half the things mentioned above.

I know of only a few girls who can actually cook, take care of their nails and still manage to keep a man.

A word of advice to the beautiful girls out there... you ever wonder why you can never really keep a man for longer that 12 months??

well...


that's simply coz you only satisfy one one of his needs. A
BEAUTIFUL GIRL BY HIS SIDE!
Everything else... you come a close second
to the "I'm beautiful inside" chick he's cheating you with!


There... doesn't the truth make you feel good? Wanna know another reason why...?? simple...

You're way too concerned about your hair, make-up and nails to even dare to get
out the house for a simple trip to the store around the corner... You'd much
rather stay behind and let him go on his own... which is where he meets other
sexy make-up-free girls, who end up taking your man.



Then you wanna run around claiming that all men are pigs/dogs/losers/ Failing to realise that it was your fault all along.

YOU were the one who said... you're not the cooking type
YOU were the one who said... you're not the cleaning type
YOU were the one who said... "ooh... I can never go a day without make up"
During sex... YOU were the one who said... "you want me to do WHAT!?!"

To all the beautiful ladies out there: Maybe, just maybe, one day when your man asks you to do something for him and you're about to say no... consider this... somewhere out there there's some girl who's more than ready and willing to do all those things you consider yourself to be too beautiful to do... nuff said!

end note: The above statement includes: sex, not wearing make-up, letting
him see how you look first thing in the morning, seeing your imperfect ass &
thighs(aka celulite).

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Thursday, 2 August 2007

Beautiful inside

Shame, isn't it just so sad when fat/ugly/pimple-faced girls suddenly decide they are all BBW and stuff. Don't get me wrong, I know quite a lotta "big" girls and most of them happen to be my best friends. They're very beautiful and stuff. But they're completely different compared to the ugly ones. I wonder why... I think they listen to too much of that "I'm beautiful inside" crap! Seriously, think of it. Almost everyone is somehow inside. You're either a nice person or you attitude completely sucks balls!!!

And it doesn't automatically mean that because you're fugly outside then you're
beautiful inside.

This applies to all the ugly girls out there. Regardless of your body size. If you're ugly, you're ugly, there's absolutely nothing we can help you with. Accept it and move on. Same applies to all the guys who repeatedly date fugly girls and claim they're "beautiful inside". It's a sad excuse. Just admit it to yourself. You're just in it for the sex! Plain and simple. Let's face it. Ugly girls are freaks in the bed. No question... :) That one was for the egos I bruised. Feelin better??

I'll be the first to admit. I have been in relationships with some girls with
questionable looks. How do I justify this? see above :D

So all's I'm sayin is, you don't have to be ugly to be "beautiful inside". You're beautiful all round. Inside and out. Fuck what everybody else says (myself included).

Clearly they don't know Jack Schidt!

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Now playing: Michael Buble
Track: Fever
So, yesterday afternoon, I call this other girl. She picks up. I can tell she can't really talk. I ask her why. She tells me she standing in a queue and she's about to get helped so she'll call me back.

Okay, so I hang up and wait for her to call...

Needless to say, she doesn't. I wasn't expecting her to anyways so it's no big deal.

Then late last night, after nine. She calls me. Now this might sound absolutely meaningless to you folks but to me it meant a whole lot. For one, it meant she was thinking about me at the time... :)

Lemme give you a brief history about me & this girl...

We met back in '05. She was standing outside a Standard Bank waiting for a friend. I was walking in her direction (sort of from the side from the back) and you can only guess exactly what I was looking at mkay!
As I was admiring ther beauty before me, (I was working my way up) and when I got to her face, I noticed she was staring at me. I had no choice but to make up some conversation. So I did.

I went up to he and the first thing she said to me was "I know you" (she spoke first). I was actually relieved, coz this meant I wouldn't have to think of some stupid chat-up line. So I asked her where she knew me from and she said from back home (Bloem). This was even more of a bonus coz at least we had something in common. So I got her number and went to go see her later that day.

I saw her as often as I could for about 2 months. Nothing serious, just visits and stuff.

Then she moved somewhere and we lost contact and she had also changed her number after she got mugged.

Anywayz...

I bumped into her again a few months ago and got her numbers again adn have been calling her since (not everyday obviously, I don't want her thinking I'm a stalker or anything like that).

So we've been keeping in touch for sometime now and I'm seriously falling for this girl, but she doesn't know it yet. I like so many things about her. She's a beautiful person in and out.

I wanna get closer though... My only fear is she'll either reject my ass or I'm gonna end up pushing her away... I don't want that!
What I like about her...

~ the way I feel when we talk on the phone.
~ the way she hugs
~ how open she is talking to me
~ her smile
~ her body (even though she's gained quite a bit of weight since I met her)
* I think this could actually be love *
~ I can't stop thinking about her (esp. after a phone call or after I see her)
** I'm not gonna rush things though, I just hope I don't scare her off... **

I'm going home this coming week, the day after my birthday. During last night's phone call, I told her this, and she said if only it wasn't during the week she'd love to come with me. Right then and there, I was starting to think I should try and reschedule my plans to fit her in, but I just couldn't. But at least she promised we'd see each other before then. I can't wait. I feel like a love-striken teenager! I'm not really complaining. I just hope it doesn't show when I try to tell her how she makes me feel... whenever that is...

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Monday, 30 July 2007

nu chick on teh blok

So, I met this other chick last week Tuesday. She pretty hot. Cute, got dreads. Probably longer than mine...

Only one thing that turns me a bit off about her. She sounds like a 13yr old on the phone.

I mean, don't get me wrong. Face2face, she's absolutely okay. She goes to TUT, nad stuff. So I'm no craddle snatcher. :)

I've only seen her that one time, and since then we've been talking on the phone... We had made plans to hook up this coming weekend, but I'm gonna surprise her and call her tomorrow to ask her out... The nice thing about that is... she wont be expecting it at all... top marks for me :)
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