Thursday, June 30, 2011

Mzantsi - Not so juicy!

All women deserve to be treated with immense care and respect. This is a notion shared by many countries around the world.

Some states went as far as advocating for the 50/50 concept, to promote women beyond households en route for higher-ranking settings in boardrooms and in politics. Consequently, the likes of Shirley Lue Arnold, Khanyi Dhlomo, Wendy Luhabe, Pam Golding and Helen Zille are amongst the many women who are widening the female footprint in areas that were once perceived as male zones.

South Africa has progressed from being a tyrannical (gender and race bias) state to a country that recognises and advocates for many aspects of human rights and women empowerment initiatives. As a result, misuse of these rights is frowned upon.

Contrary to the latter, women are still the most susceptible to crime, abuse and discrimination in South Africa. In recent cases, women are lured to the country and subsequently forced to work as prostitutes. Lesbians are subjected to corrective rape by men who claim to be “curing" them of their sexual orientation.

This is the country that once had a woman for a deputy president. Businesses operative within South African parameters are compelled to acknowledge and practise gender equity. In fact, for the local government to do any business with private companies such companies must show where they stand in regards to representing women of any race in their businesses.

However, human trafficking is still rife in South Africa. Women are subjected to sexual exploitation and forced labour. Yes, many of them are foreigner. But, the fact is, all this takes place IN South Africa.

The United States government recently released Trafficking in Persons Report which states that South Africa is a transit and destination country for women and children subjected to forced labour and sex trafficking.

Why then do we still have such problems when we can only be dealing with issues regarding unemployment rate of women and more empowerment initiatives for them?

Last year, Jeff Radebe, Minister of Justice and Constitutional Development, said the government was planning to fast-track a new law against human trafficking before the start of the soccer World Cup. It is a year later now, the Western Cape still has women who bring other women into the country under false pretences and force them to be prostitutes. What happened to the Prevention and Combating in Trafficking in Persons Bill Sir Radebe was planning to “fast-track”?

Educated minds know better than to pay attention to what the government says and promises. That is why the issue of human trafficking in South Africa is only fought by small private organisations. Chances are, had several women and children’s rights groups not warned about this exploitation last year, the government would not have uttered a word.

South Africa comprises political parties that tend to promise to build Jerusalem for the homeless, feed those whose tummies are echoing emptiness and free education for all. Not even one of them says a thing about the human trafficking issue South Africa is facing.

Is the human trafficking issue not a mention during their speeches in parliament? They are waiting to host another big event during which they will try and impress tourists and outside investors?

Clearly, the government dreads the process of establishing rigid restrictions for human trafficking; hence the safe and easy route to take would be to assist the existing anti-human trafficking organisations by providing them with necessary resources to combat this crisis.

Oh, my dear political parties lie at least. Say something is about to be done just like your vague promises about fixing potholes and combating corruption amongst yourselves. Hold those pointless conferences annually. That way, at least young minds can learn about human trafficking JUST from hearing about it. Possibly, that could make school teachers’ jobs a bit easier and perhaps the ever accelerating HIV/Aids rate could decrease even if it is with one percent.

Happy read!

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

It's in me

Congregations can now pray for my freedom
Drama, urges and failures reside by me
Mama is clueless, but she is watching me
Carrying me in her dreams, I have my pocket elevating her
Chivalry escaped me; I am left with a grin
 Shivers cover me, I am left with remorse
And, singlehood welcomes me.

My soul is bleeding
I scratch the surface while looking for a cent
Rotten clangours sting my heart, joy vanished ages ago
I carry in my palm shame
I beg. I beg. I even nag.

I’m told I have exhausted my options
I see no room for action
I feel so slow, therefore I fake any option
My feelings are shapeless
I hear I even look the part.

I see new dawn ahead of time
The evening is quick to cast
Though cupid has died, Lucifer is around.

There's a hole in my heart
You would swear I am not sorry
I use toothpicks to clean my face
It’s in me to choose to bother
I infuriate liaisons.

But I come right on time
And, with me, I carry a pipe that tends to take a little bit more
I could be happy, but my people are happy so what?
Wisdom? Tell them I had it, but my ex is wiping his ass with it
Shame? Only you can see it. I simply love you.

I swear there’s a peg in-between me and my people
I never want them to go
Their toxic lungful of air is sweet to me
Never mind the knives stuck on my back, they never mean it.

Happy read!

Monday, June 13, 2011

Sit down and listen!

No! No! NO!
Sit down and listen!
Yes! You, sit down and listen!
Yeah, sit down and listen to me!
I am talking.

Man, I’ve been watching you pace the streets, moving up and down
Strutting the ramps and expressing His and Hellos to strangers and common men
While I struggle to get you to pay attention

I walked wide miles, at times, helping you sweep your adversity
Today, your glance my way has become short in supply
You forget the city has painted me all sorts of colours for you
Third parties intervene, for you to even look my direction
Were we not a niddle and a thread at one point?
One of us had a hole in which the other penetrated, being the thread, of course

Woman, I see you ripping the runways with your long legs carried by your fierce attitude
Your lips following suit, as they seem to have forgotten to keep mum
You walk past the homeless, waving like Elizabeth at the rich dudes
The next thing you will be blowing kisses at Charles
Gosh! You are talking and you've been talking
But, I need you to listen.
I need to speak and you need to hear me
But first, sit down and listen!

Your lips have been moving
Not only when you were eating, but even when I was bleeding, you didn't even see 
You were not paying attention!
Sit down and listen!

I have always wanted to tell you I love you 
Time permitted, you deluded all chances
Now, my courage is garbage that has filled my whole being with fear
Just like water flowing shamelessly on a drain, I am miserable
At least, I look the part

Girl, sit down and listen!
Forget the sidewalks, who walks anyway?
My opinion is choking my throat
I am bleeding and my oesophagus will rot.
My eardrums are filled with your voices and the words you utter every day
Simply because I listened to you and I heard you
You silenced my view; hence I am dead inside
I have pursued your traits, and I’m led to your ruin
But, I want to open my eyes.
I want to see.
But first, do you hear me, sliced and torn to pieces screaming out your name?
Can you even see me?
Clearly you reside in infamy
No! No! NO!
Sit down and listen!
Gosh! I have been walking around like a zombie
I pleased you, forsaking my core existence
Actually, I lived you. I was you.
You made me you and I grew so day and night
Just like the best of my rival, you beheld me corpse
You knew it was not me, but you held up high the idea

I am done.
Men, women and beings of forged essence
Today is the morning after
And all things are neither your scrutiny nor plan
I am talking. You heard me.

Don’t glance this way, either way your ear will face me
Your veiled perception faded along with your pathetic spirit
With bare feet, I am stepping on hot coals carrying an aim, a voice and no resentment
Those will carry me further
Hopefully lead me away from your feeble handmade crown.

Happy read!

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

A reminder for those who care

Without a doubt, you have experienced not only a chill this morning, but also a wind blow, accompanied by rain, that is bound to leave our teeth clenching; not because we are scared, but because we are cold and freezing.

Winter has arrived. And, I bet each one of you we are prepared for it; we are all geared up with winter woollies and sipping on teas and coffee. What about those who cannot afford to get warm? Can't you do something about them? Can't you help them?

Never mind the street kids, many companies, government departments and NGOs are doing something about them. However, I do believe you know a person who can do with gloves, a jersey you don't use or an extra blanket you don't really use.

This could be your colleague, you friend, your friend's baby or sibling, you next door neighbour. Please guys, show some love and care. I actually think buying that person a cup of tea/coffee is a VERY good gesture.

I am certainly NOT telling you what to do. Instead, I am reminding those who care, those who have hearts and those who were once stranded and someone else came through for them to do something within their means. 

I speak love, joy, success and happiness upon your lives...

Happy read!