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It is Friday the 13th and for all our superstitious friends out there … Have a blessed mind the black cat and pass the ladder to the right kind of day! A new sunrise has blinded me first thing this morning and as I pondered what the future of our beloved country holds – I can’t help but think of yesterday’s events.
It is SONA 2015. The red carpet has been rolled out. Reporters are standing around aimlessly, waiting with bated breath for the importance of our nation to arrive. They are our politicians. Time seemed to be ticking one kilometer per hour as polished brigades of color filled the streets of Cape Town. Flashes of one second frames captured strenuous faces as our nation’s representatives slowly but surely made their way to parliament – an infamous gladiator arena, where our leaders fight each other with invisible swords.
My mouth gaped with a slight drool as I watched Barney the Dinosaur’s aunt. Strangled by her own shoes, she waved her way through, hoping that the rest of the world would not see how shockingly overweight our richest of the poor have become. And then … a light bulb out of nowhere lit the room as a voice of complete epiphanies heeded: “It’s a conspiracy people”. The answer of wonder finally laid truth to the theory – our whites have been gobbled up by our politicians. How else can we explain their weight gain and the vanishing of our people – Ukuqonda? And as I watched several more OROS sized barrels plot their shiny shoes onto historic land, the moment of truth finally arrived. The pope mobile was led by beginner course riders, hopping and skipping all over the place. Flags held in one hand barely surviving the trip. Trotting along the masses of minority, I saw his face. He was smiling and waving, almost like the Queen of England would if she had to be in a good mood. Bless the camera men and women for providing us with such beautiful close-ups! Which brings me to my next point – what on earth was up with some of the fashion? A beautifully dressed Venda woman who’s tradition made it look like her halo dropped onto her head. An amazingly golden draped head that looked like an airplane landing zone … but a little red paper plane missed its destination completely and ended up on Honourable Buthelezi’s head. Bless lowo muntu! To view this out of the ordinary statement of westernized clothing, I honestly believe that it provided more entertainment than the hundreds and thousands spent on the outside part.
Like a movie crazed addict, I am pushing the fast forward button to the chamber of madness. Our politicians of divided believes were up in arms – chanting louder and louder the praised names of their leaders. A frown formed as I wondered how on earth their high school normed behavior was going to solve issues in our country. Order was finally brought to the house when Queen Bee and her side-kick demanded respect. There was silence, if a second could be taken into account. She gave her welcoming speech in the usual ‘put me to sleep’ kind of way … and as I yawned, my eyes forcibly watched our President take his place. It is then when renewed energy filled my being. My partner and I exchanged words of anticipation as our ruling party made their presence known. It was five minutes into the State of the Nation Address when the Red Ants of EFF politely demanded to have their say. It started off like a high tea gathering as voices of patience were exchanged … and in a classic repetitive manner, the EFF stood their ground. I agree with you, my fellow comrades, that indeed you were within your rights to demand an answer. But EISH Buti … that was not the right platform. The law states that you are entitled to an answer, ONLY WHEN PARLIAMENT IS IN SITTING FOR THAT SPECIFIC REASON. (Oops, did I say that out loud?) My own frustration built up like a baby who has been without milk for two hours. I even wanted to take the South African Sign Language Interpreters out of their framed space to convey the message CLEARLY to the unit of EFF. Eish wena! But I understand your intukuthelo! This issue has been dragging feet like a drunken man down Rissik Street. And whilst I still have the interpreters in mind – boy oh boy did I feel sorry for them! With the millions that has been spent in upgrades (and a recent one in parliament) for the improvement of sound and visual quality – the attempt to broadcast this fiasco live was a disaster! We all pay for this service – so what happened? Were all the qualified people on leave that day? Or was one of our white counterparts responsible for this mess? Hmmmm … It all started with Jan Van Riebeeck you know! He even pushed our neighbour, President Mugabe (AKA Black Hitler), causing him to tumble to the ground like a helicopter leaf in Robocop style.
Anyyyyyywwwaaaaayyyyyyy … moving on swiftly!
Security forces were eventually called in and then … nothing! The cameras must have been in freeze mode, for we were not granted the opportunity to witness the bizarreness in the lives of a Polly! Why a Polly? Well, politicians have become so good at lying, that no polygraph test could ever distinguish between fact and fiction. Hence the name, Polly – Therefore I, a citizen of our country, bless thee to be free in living up to thou name! Meantime in the living room – I was chewing sheepishly on a plastic bottle, voicing my frustration like a two year old for not being able to see the commotion. I gave in to my own frustration and lit up a cancer stick! Needless to say, the reading of a speech that was written by someone else, was a total waste of our money! So Dear Mr President, why not build our people more houses, provide us with efficient electricity and clean water, instead of spending millions on flying in your compatriots, wining and dining them whilst millions of us sit on a cold pavement at night, starving and praying for our next meal! The next step was to switch of the telly, naturally! It is in that time (and many other days before) that the question of difference popped into my mind. How have we come to this point and what is it that tares us apart? Is it the color of our skin? Really? I think not and here is why …
The Beginning
It all began in a time where none of us were even born! So bare with me as I push the rewind button, for I want us to take a long (very long) step back into our country’s history to gain more clarity on my daring big mouth!
It is the 6th of April, 1651. A male named Jan Van Riebeeck (indoda yangempela) with an interesting hairstyle is summoned to leave Texel, situated in the Netherlands. Accompanied by his wife and son, they set off to the Cape of Good Hope. It was not just his family, but so too 82 men and 8 women that partook in the journey. Three ships were used and it was called the Rejiger, De Goede Hoop and the main ship on which van Riebeeck sailed the Dromedaris. By now I am sure you are wondering why this klip-kop idiot chose our country? Well, it’s fairly simple really – he did so by order of the Dutch East India Company (better known as the VOC). The reason behind the instruction was to set-up refreshment stations enroute to the East, West and South of the world. Whilst they were sailing the seven seas, van Riebeeck had meetings with his officials to ensure that the VOC’S plan would be implemented. It was only on the 5th of April, 1652, when land was sighted. Wow! Can you imagine travelling for that long to get from one point to another? Holy Mother of Mary, I sure as hell can’t! So bless the Wright brothers for inventing the airplane. Wenze kahle white boys! Anyway, a week later they started work on the Fort of Good Hope. The VOC wanted and needed to ensure that all passing traders could be supplied with fresh water, fruit, vegetables, any other available foods and medical care if needed. So what exactly was the point in this madman’s approach? He assisted in the VOC’S vision of establishing trading routes across the salty seas. In this way, countries were handed trading opportunities to better the lives of their own people and so too, to gain materials they lacked. So ja neh, Jan van Riebeeck was a bad man! He took our land ALL ON HIS OWN … Udoti!
Van Riebeeck, his family and his crew didn’t always have it easy. Without the luxuries of today, they established some wooden huts to sleep in, created their own gardens of provision and maintained their implementation of responsibility. It was after their first season of winter when van Riebeeck lost 19 men due to the harshness of Mother Nature.(Ja, hulle wil mos – iAfrika is nie vir sissies nie!) In the meantime, he was under strict instruction not to colonize in the region, but merely to build a fort and to erect a flagpole. This was to be used as a signal for escorting ships in and out safely. As time passed by, a naval war erupted in the month of July during that same year. It was between the Dutch and the English which lasted for two grueling years. Naturally, the news of war heeded urgency in van Riebeecks blood, because he was there to do a job, not so? In his mind the Fort had to be completed sooner rather than later and its four corners was built from timber, clay and mud. The finished project was officially baptized as ‘Fort de Goede Hoop’, better known today as Adderley Street. The Fort was surrounded by a garden and there meat was traded with the Kaapmans, better known to us as the Khoi-Khoi. Their nomad tribe hunted and gathered in order to survive. They never seemed phased by evolution, growth, education and the gaining of advanced skills – so yes, to me it seems that a friendly understanding of trade was established among the people from the start, right?.The damned and criticized umuntu remained in the Cape region until the year 1666, when the construction of the ‘Castle of Good Hope’ started. It was completed in a time frame of 13 years and still stands today. Hmmmm … admittedly so, the umuntu was nie dom nie. And that brings me closer to my actual point … culture! Van Riebeeck came from a westernized cultured background where writing skills was at the order of the day. Everything they discussed, agreed upon and negotiated was based on written proof. On the other hand our Khoi-Khoi tribes negotiated in a different manner. They had no knowledge or understanding of how to express words onto a piece of paper.
It was during that time when the VOC approved and issued a permit in the year 1657. What was it for you might wonder? Well … Originally, they had absolutely no intention of colonizing the Cape region. Decisions were made and 9 of their own company servants were freed and duped the ‘Free Burghers’. In reality they were not as free as birds, but merely transferred to the Cape in order to farm alongside a river called Liesbeeck. There was a great need for wheat and with permission from the VOC, it granted those workers to cultivate as much land as possible during a period of 3 years – but, they were prohibited from trading with anyone except the VOC. Slowly but surely the number of private farms grew which caused a shortage of laborers. Without any proper negotiations, the Khoi-Khoi was presumed as uncooperative and slaves were imported from Jakarta and Madagascar in that same year. Now … To me it seems clear that the Khoi-Khoi tribe lacked the skills of writing and documenting proof of land ownership. Their systematic belief was based on “first come, first serve’. Therefore they failed in negotiating rental agreements between themselves and van Riebeeck. Instead, it automatically provided the VOC with power which was governed by a bureaucratic system. Our poor Khoi-Khoi tribes put up a brave fight, only to be driven inland by a culture of knowledge and power. This would last for another 150 years! So on that note ladies and gentlemen, I am led to believe that this is where the division of culture started! Not based on race, but based on an educated culture vs an uneducated culture …
So … to further investigate my own opinionated version of events – Please fasten your seat belts and hold on to your hats as we journey back into the year 2015.
DIFFERENCES
Each and every one of us is unique and different, right? Yet, we dream and yearn for the same things, don’t we? So what is it about our norm,our color and our culture that has divided us (almost) beyond repair? And what exactly is ‘a culture’? According to Mr. know it all and our good, yet very clever friend Google, the meaning of culture is “the arts and other manifestations of human intellectual achievement that is regarded collectively”. So in other words, we are drawn to people that share the same interests and views as we do. Now don’t jump up and down as yet … for this is only my democratic opinion of understanding thus far.
Now … Imagine yourself sitting on a bench. You are in a public park. You are not black. You are not white. You are a person. You are inhaling fresh air and admiring the beauty of our country. Your head turns into the direction of laughter as you watch our children at play. It makes you happy to know that they are in a safe place. You wonder about their future. A smile brightens your face and you feel at ease as the prospect of endless opportunities plays out in front of you. You are deep in thought when a group of people approach you. You make eye contact with them and smile politely. Their faces look serious. Your mind starts to question their motive. One of them takes out a long vicious looking knife and your happiness gets sucked away by the reality of crime. So … My question to you is probing for an honest answer! Would you blame the level of crime on unemployment, poverty and desperation? Or would you blame the group based on the color of their skin? Made you think, didn’t it? And that is exactly my point! It is none of the above! It is NOT about the color of our skin anymore and it hasn’t been for a long time! How dare I say that, some of you may protest – but as I am eye-balling right back at ya … the only thing I can say for now is … read on!
I am sure that the majority of our people have heard about the seven deadly sins, right? It originated with the creation of man and in a nutshell, it is more commonly known as sin. By now I know that some of you are wondering what the big 7 entails? Well, its named Frank, Joseph, Jan van Riebeeck, Mugabe and (naaah, just kidding) … but on a serious note it is;
WRATH (a need for power)GREED (I want what is yours and more)SLOTH (laziness)PRIDE (our own self-worth is better than that of others)LUST (I want more than I need and have),ENVY (to be jealous and resentful towards another person)AND GLUTTONY (to overindulge or to be piggish)
And so all of this leads us right back to culture! In my opinion, we have been the cause of it all! You and I, along with the entire historic human race. Why? Because it is not the division of race that has led us to where we are today. It is due the choices people made that falsely guided us into a realm of cultures that has now deeply stained our true purpose of existence!
We were placed on earth for a purpose, not so? To learn? To grow? To expand? To share? To help? (and the list goes on) … So for us to still hide behind our used up card of racism, is absolutely ridiculous! We need to catch a wake-up people, seriously! Our country is now bleeding from a culture that has been carried over from generation to generation. Eish comrade President Zuma … It wasn’t Jan van Riebeeck that caused all of this, it was the snake from Adam and Eve! It has woven its way into our minds, our souls and our purpose by letting us all fall into a new age culture, namely the 7 deadly sins. Our politicians reek of it! Our people suffer from it! And our government drowns in it! They are smothered by gluttony, because our leaders, police force and government officials are seriously overweight, by greed because our political parties now fight among each other for power, instead of fighting for the rights of our people, by wrath because Julius Malema and a majority of our nation is plagued by the need for power, that they are willing to do anything to gain it, by sloth because our service delivery is riddled with laziness, by pride because the majority has forgotten the true purpose of humanity, by lust because our own President suffers from it. His lust for women is never ending and finally, by envy because our nation has forgotten how to work for what we want and need. Instead we are driven by greed and envy to take from others that doesn’t belong to us in the first place. So now do you catch my drift? It really has come to a point where humanity has fallen into a culture wherein the subjective reigns over the objective. In other words, we have been blinded by the need for materialistic things!
In conclusion, my opinion is not the be all and end all, but merely a voice that needed to speak out … and as I take a bow back into the safety of home, I wish to remind each and everyone of you that we were not born as winners, nor as losers – but as choosers! So choose wisely my brothers and sisters, for the 7 deadly sins has become an everyday culture! So on that note … I am a person, just like you. I want to see things change for the better. How about you?
Cheers vir eers! T
It is SONA 2015. The red carpet has been rolled out. Reporters are standing around aimlessly, waiting with bated breath for the importance of our nation to arrive. They are our politicians. Time seemed to be ticking one kilometer per hour as polished brigades of color filled the streets of Cape Town. Flashes of one second frames captured strenuous faces as our nation’s representatives slowly but surely made their way to parliament – an infamous gladiator arena, where our leaders fight each other with invisible swords.
My mouth gaped with a slight drool as I watched Barney the Dinosaur’s aunt. Strangled by her own shoes, she waved her way through, hoping that the rest of the world would not see how shockingly overweight our richest of the poor have become. And then … a light bulb out of nowhere lit the room as a voice of complete epiphanies heeded: “It’s a conspiracy people”. The answer of wonder finally laid truth to the theory – our whites have been gobbled up by our politicians. How else can we explain their weight gain and the vanishing of our people – Ukuqonda? And as I watched several more OROS sized barrels plot their shiny shoes onto historic land, the moment of truth finally arrived. The pope mobile was led by beginner course riders, hopping and skipping all over the place. Flags held in one hand barely surviving the trip. Trotting along the masses of minority, I saw his face. He was smiling and waving, almost like the Queen of England would if she had to be in a good mood. Bless the camera men and women for providing us with such beautiful close-ups! Which brings me to my next point – what on earth was up with some of the fashion? A beautifully dressed Venda woman who’s tradition made it look like her halo dropped onto her head. An amazingly golden draped head that looked like an airplane landing zone … but a little red paper plane missed its destination completely and ended up on Honourable Buthelezi’s head. Bless lowo muntu! To view this out of the ordinary statement of westernized clothing, I honestly believe that it provided more entertainment than the hundreds and thousands spent on the outside part.
Like a movie crazed addict, I am pushing the fast forward button to the chamber of madness. Our politicians of divided believes were up in arms – chanting louder and louder the praised names of their leaders. A frown formed as I wondered how on earth their high school normed behavior was going to solve issues in our country. Order was finally brought to the house when Queen Bee and her side-kick demanded respect. There was silence, if a second could be taken into account. She gave her welcoming speech in the usual ‘put me to sleep’ kind of way … and as I yawned, my eyes forcibly watched our President take his place. It is then when renewed energy filled my being. My partner and I exchanged words of anticipation as our ruling party made their presence known. It was five minutes into the State of the Nation Address when the Red Ants of EFF politely demanded to have their say. It started off like a high tea gathering as voices of patience were exchanged … and in a classic repetitive manner, the EFF stood their ground. I agree with you, my fellow comrades, that indeed you were within your rights to demand an answer. But EISH Buti … that was not the right platform. The law states that you are entitled to an answer, ONLY WHEN PARLIAMENT IS IN SITTING FOR THAT SPECIFIC REASON. (Oops, did I say that out loud?) My own frustration built up like a baby who has been without milk for two hours. I even wanted to take the South African Sign Language Interpreters out of their framed space to convey the message CLEARLY to the unit of EFF. Eish wena! But I understand your intukuthelo! This issue has been dragging feet like a drunken man down Rissik Street. And whilst I still have the interpreters in mind – boy oh boy did I feel sorry for them! With the millions that has been spent in upgrades (and a recent one in parliament) for the improvement of sound and visual quality – the attempt to broadcast this fiasco live was a disaster! We all pay for this service – so what happened? Were all the qualified people on leave that day? Or was one of our white counterparts responsible for this mess? Hmmmm … It all started with Jan Van Riebeeck you know! He even pushed our neighbour, President Mugabe (AKA Black Hitler), causing him to tumble to the ground like a helicopter leaf in Robocop style.
Anyyyyyywwwaaaaayyyyyyy … moving on swiftly!
Security forces were eventually called in and then … nothing! The cameras must have been in freeze mode, for we were not granted the opportunity to witness the bizarreness in the lives of a Polly! Why a Polly? Well, politicians have become so good at lying, that no polygraph test could ever distinguish between fact and fiction. Hence the name, Polly – Therefore I, a citizen of our country, bless thee to be free in living up to thou name! Meantime in the living room – I was chewing sheepishly on a plastic bottle, voicing my frustration like a two year old for not being able to see the commotion. I gave in to my own frustration and lit up a cancer stick! Needless to say, the reading of a speech that was written by someone else, was a total waste of our money! So Dear Mr President, why not build our people more houses, provide us with efficient electricity and clean water, instead of spending millions on flying in your compatriots, wining and dining them whilst millions of us sit on a cold pavement at night, starving and praying for our next meal! The next step was to switch of the telly, naturally! It is in that time (and many other days before) that the question of difference popped into my mind. How have we come to this point and what is it that tares us apart? Is it the color of our skin? Really? I think not and here is why …
The Beginning
It all began in a time where none of us were even born! So bare with me as I push the rewind button, for I want us to take a long (very long) step back into our country’s history to gain more clarity on my daring big mouth!
It is the 6th of April, 1651. A male named Jan Van Riebeeck (indoda yangempela) with an interesting hairstyle is summoned to leave Texel, situated in the Netherlands. Accompanied by his wife and son, they set off to the Cape of Good Hope. It was not just his family, but so too 82 men and 8 women that partook in the journey. Three ships were used and it was called the Rejiger, De Goede Hoop and the main ship on which van Riebeeck sailed the Dromedaris. By now I am sure you are wondering why this klip-kop idiot chose our country? Well, it’s fairly simple really – he did so by order of the Dutch East India Company (better known as the VOC). The reason behind the instruction was to set-up refreshment stations enroute to the East, West and South of the world. Whilst they were sailing the seven seas, van Riebeeck had meetings with his officials to ensure that the VOC’S plan would be implemented. It was only on the 5th of April, 1652, when land was sighted. Wow! Can you imagine travelling for that long to get from one point to another? Holy Mother of Mary, I sure as hell can’t! So bless the Wright brothers for inventing the airplane. Wenze kahle white boys! Anyway, a week later they started work on the Fort of Good Hope. The VOC wanted and needed to ensure that all passing traders could be supplied with fresh water, fruit, vegetables, any other available foods and medical care if needed. So what exactly was the point in this madman’s approach? He assisted in the VOC’S vision of establishing trading routes across the salty seas. In this way, countries were handed trading opportunities to better the lives of their own people and so too, to gain materials they lacked. So ja neh, Jan van Riebeeck was a bad man! He took our land ALL ON HIS OWN … Udoti!
Van Riebeeck, his family and his crew didn’t always have it easy. Without the luxuries of today, they established some wooden huts to sleep in, created their own gardens of provision and maintained their implementation of responsibility. It was after their first season of winter when van Riebeeck lost 19 men due to the harshness of Mother Nature.(Ja, hulle wil mos – iAfrika is nie vir sissies nie!) In the meantime, he was under strict instruction not to colonize in the region, but merely to build a fort and to erect a flagpole. This was to be used as a signal for escorting ships in and out safely. As time passed by, a naval war erupted in the month of July during that same year. It was between the Dutch and the English which lasted for two grueling years. Naturally, the news of war heeded urgency in van Riebeecks blood, because he was there to do a job, not so? In his mind the Fort had to be completed sooner rather than later and its four corners was built from timber, clay and mud. The finished project was officially baptized as ‘Fort de Goede Hoop’, better known today as Adderley Street. The Fort was surrounded by a garden and there meat was traded with the Kaapmans, better known to us as the Khoi-Khoi. Their nomad tribe hunted and gathered in order to survive. They never seemed phased by evolution, growth, education and the gaining of advanced skills – so yes, to me it seems that a friendly understanding of trade was established among the people from the start, right?.The damned and criticized umuntu remained in the Cape region until the year 1666, when the construction of the ‘Castle of Good Hope’ started. It was completed in a time frame of 13 years and still stands today. Hmmmm … admittedly so, the umuntu was nie dom nie. And that brings me closer to my actual point … culture! Van Riebeeck came from a westernized cultured background where writing skills was at the order of the day. Everything they discussed, agreed upon and negotiated was based on written proof. On the other hand our Khoi-Khoi tribes negotiated in a different manner. They had no knowledge or understanding of how to express words onto a piece of paper.
It was during that time when the VOC approved and issued a permit in the year 1657. What was it for you might wonder? Well … Originally, they had absolutely no intention of colonizing the Cape region. Decisions were made and 9 of their own company servants were freed and duped the ‘Free Burghers’. In reality they were not as free as birds, but merely transferred to the Cape in order to farm alongside a river called Liesbeeck. There was a great need for wheat and with permission from the VOC, it granted those workers to cultivate as much land as possible during a period of 3 years – but, they were prohibited from trading with anyone except the VOC. Slowly but surely the number of private farms grew which caused a shortage of laborers. Without any proper negotiations, the Khoi-Khoi was presumed as uncooperative and slaves were imported from Jakarta and Madagascar in that same year. Now … To me it seems clear that the Khoi-Khoi tribe lacked the skills of writing and documenting proof of land ownership. Their systematic belief was based on “first come, first serve’. Therefore they failed in negotiating rental agreements between themselves and van Riebeeck. Instead, it automatically provided the VOC with power which was governed by a bureaucratic system. Our poor Khoi-Khoi tribes put up a brave fight, only to be driven inland by a culture of knowledge and power. This would last for another 150 years! So on that note ladies and gentlemen, I am led to believe that this is where the division of culture started! Not based on race, but based on an educated culture vs an uneducated culture …
So … to further investigate my own opinionated version of events – Please fasten your seat belts and hold on to your hats as we journey back into the year 2015.
DIFFERENCES
Each and every one of us is unique and different, right? Yet, we dream and yearn for the same things, don’t we? So what is it about our norm,our color and our culture that has divided us (almost) beyond repair? And what exactly is ‘a culture’? According to Mr. know it all and our good, yet very clever friend Google, the meaning of culture is “the arts and other manifestations of human intellectual achievement that is regarded collectively”. So in other words, we are drawn to people that share the same interests and views as we do. Now don’t jump up and down as yet … for this is only my democratic opinion of understanding thus far.
Now … Imagine yourself sitting on a bench. You are in a public park. You are not black. You are not white. You are a person. You are inhaling fresh air and admiring the beauty of our country. Your head turns into the direction of laughter as you watch our children at play. It makes you happy to know that they are in a safe place. You wonder about their future. A smile brightens your face and you feel at ease as the prospect of endless opportunities plays out in front of you. You are deep in thought when a group of people approach you. You make eye contact with them and smile politely. Their faces look serious. Your mind starts to question their motive. One of them takes out a long vicious looking knife and your happiness gets sucked away by the reality of crime. So … My question to you is probing for an honest answer! Would you blame the level of crime on unemployment, poverty and desperation? Or would you blame the group based on the color of their skin? Made you think, didn’t it? And that is exactly my point! It is none of the above! It is NOT about the color of our skin anymore and it hasn’t been for a long time! How dare I say that, some of you may protest – but as I am eye-balling right back at ya … the only thing I can say for now is … read on!
I am sure that the majority of our people have heard about the seven deadly sins, right? It originated with the creation of man and in a nutshell, it is more commonly known as sin. By now I know that some of you are wondering what the big 7 entails? Well, its named Frank, Joseph, Jan van Riebeeck, Mugabe and (naaah, just kidding) … but on a serious note it is;
WRATH (a need for power)GREED (I want what is yours and more)SLOTH (laziness)PRIDE (our own self-worth is better than that of others)LUST (I want more than I need and have),ENVY (to be jealous and resentful towards another person)AND GLUTTONY (to overindulge or to be piggish)
And so all of this leads us right back to culture! In my opinion, we have been the cause of it all! You and I, along with the entire historic human race. Why? Because it is not the division of race that has led us to where we are today. It is due the choices people made that falsely guided us into a realm of cultures that has now deeply stained our true purpose of existence!
We were placed on earth for a purpose, not so? To learn? To grow? To expand? To share? To help? (and the list goes on) … So for us to still hide behind our used up card of racism, is absolutely ridiculous! We need to catch a wake-up people, seriously! Our country is now bleeding from a culture that has been carried over from generation to generation. Eish comrade President Zuma … It wasn’t Jan van Riebeeck that caused all of this, it was the snake from Adam and Eve! It has woven its way into our minds, our souls and our purpose by letting us all fall into a new age culture, namely the 7 deadly sins. Our politicians reek of it! Our people suffer from it! And our government drowns in it! They are smothered by gluttony, because our leaders, police force and government officials are seriously overweight, by greed because our political parties now fight among each other for power, instead of fighting for the rights of our people, by wrath because Julius Malema and a majority of our nation is plagued by the need for power, that they are willing to do anything to gain it, by sloth because our service delivery is riddled with laziness, by pride because the majority has forgotten the true purpose of humanity, by lust because our own President suffers from it. His lust for women is never ending and finally, by envy because our nation has forgotten how to work for what we want and need. Instead we are driven by greed and envy to take from others that doesn’t belong to us in the first place. So now do you catch my drift? It really has come to a point where humanity has fallen into a culture wherein the subjective reigns over the objective. In other words, we have been blinded by the need for materialistic things!
In conclusion, my opinion is not the be all and end all, but merely a voice that needed to speak out … and as I take a bow back into the safety of home, I wish to remind each and everyone of you that we were not born as winners, nor as losers – but as choosers! So choose wisely my brothers and sisters, for the 7 deadly sins has become an everyday culture! So on that note … I am a person, just like you. I want to see things change for the better. How about you?
Cheers vir eers! T
