Posts tagged ‘Politics’

With Love

Today my thoughts are not on me. They are with those in Mozambique.

Last year this time, I was packing up from my trip to Panhame, a small village in the middle of Mozambique. I pulled out my album and took some time to think and pray for those I met.

Being an ex-Portuguese colony, there are cultural differences beyond white and black, wealthy and poor. They appreciated the stuff we brought, but the true joy they expressed was not in the toothpaste, medical supplies or blankets we gave, but in our message.

Someone in this world loves you and not only do we love you, but the Creator of the ground you walk on loves you more than you could ever imagine.

They wished more than anything to hear the hope we brought them. AIDS is ripping apart their country. The life expectancy and infanct mortality rates are the worst in the world. They didn’t want our blankets as much as they wanted hope.

And they found it in Jesus Christ.

I learned more about true joy in a little dusty village in the middle of nowhere than in my own life.

This isn’t the first time I’ve posted about this trip. I posted about it a week after returning home. and still couldn’t shake what I saw there. I posted again on the first of January 2009.

Definitive Moments– 1 January 2009

I have had several moments in my life that I place in my definitive category. Some I will never find words to express. Some are so deeply entwined in my core that to remove them, analyze them, and reveal them would strip them of their power.

But some of them only have power when stripped open. Some moments yearn to be shared. These have no shame. Like the beggar at the traffic light, they cry out to me. Sobs of fear, regret and desperation are met only by my own heartache and incompetence.

I had another dream about her. Her name was Sali and I first wrote about her here. Lately, she has been invading my subconscious, crying out to be shared.

I met her July of 2008 in a small village in Mozambique called Panhame. Her lifestyle is what you see on National Geographic with little comfort and even less guarantee of tomorrow.

Yet, she aroused no pity from me.

Sympathy, sure. “Man, somebody’s gotta do something” sure. Pity? No.

This does not mean that I am immune to the sadness of seeing impoverished people. I felt no pity because she felt no pity.

This was her life. She is 4 or 5 years old and herded her family’s goats. She helped her mother with the only meal of the day. She would probably never get an education or learn where babies come from before she was married. This was her life and, at her age, she seemed to accept her life in all its entirety.

I am no photographer but here she is:

And these are my words:

To the girl who aided my heart recovery:


The great expanse of dust packed still
By bare feet trampling
The shadows pool beneath Marula tree
And dusty rocks, undisturbed, watch

Sali toddle across the plain
Heavy laden, haunting eyes
And the beads and bracelets clanking

And she tumbles
Embracing shrouds
The dust- scarlet and steaming

Tear neglected she leapt
To chase the goat
And fade into the blackness.

I would love to share some photos with you of some of the beautiful children that have engraved themselves on my heart. My friends are in Panhame today, packing up their tents and saying goodbyes. Oh how I wish I could see how these kids have grown!

The Local Church Bell

The Local Church Bell

This bell would be rung everyday that there would be something happening in the village, usually in the morning. Several hours later the event (church, town meetings etc) would begin. Talk about African Time!

Local Transportation

Local Transportation

The local ladies still carry their heavy objects on their heads. But if something was too heavy for even a strong lady to carry, it would go onto this cart strapped to two donkeys.

The Local Church Building

The Local Church Building

I promised you pictures of cutie pies. Look closely and look at that little darling walking through the dust in the distance. She was absolutely stunning, but was so hard to pin down for a picture.

but there were plenty who enjoyed playing models for me!

She was so excited to see her photo after I took it!

She was so excited to see her photo after I took it!

She loved to mimic the younger girls on our team.

Don't let the warm clothes fool you. It pushed 45 degress in the daytime in winter!

Don't let the warm clothes fool you. It pushed 45 degress in the daytime in winter!

She is such a sweetheart.

She is such a sweetheart.

So beautiful.

Such Joy!

Such Joy!

With Love to those stunning kiddos in Panhame. With Love.


July 10, 2009 at 10:37 am 4 comments

The Vuvuzela

The Confed cup is underway with lots of noise! The wonderful *choke* vuvuzela has really been causing a ruckus!

The Vuvuzla:

is a plastic trumpet that when blown emits a high pitched blasting sound, much like a big air-horn on trucks, except maybe more irritating.

South Africans have being blowing these things by the droves, drowning out any commentary, music and thoughts of those in the stadiums and watching on the television.

Personally, I don’t give a damn about soccer. Or even the World Cup **may the government and its people not see that statement and throw me in Anti SA prison** But those cursed vuvuzelas can die.

I along with Basil Coetzee “find comments about this being a truly African experience condescending and patronising.” I would like to know how a PLASTIC TRUMPET is at all South African? What about this blasted noise maker is African in nature? It’s plastic. And a trumpet. It’s a gosh darn plastic trumpet.

Unless of course, the nature of South Africans is irritation, inconsiderate, loud and obnoixious. Only then would vuvuzelas be African. And that my friends is just ludicrous.

Isn’t it?

Sure I’ve heard the arguements for the Vuvs. I get that we can’t ban the shouting in England or the other ruckus’s in other countries, but for the sakes of the Wives of Soccer fans, please oh please… ban the vuvuzelas.


I need to protect my hearing for old age and things.

June 25, 2009 at 1:28 pm 7 comments

Standing up

Personally I don’t consider my self either conservative nor liberal. The closest political word for my beliefs is Right-Libertarianism. I believe in freedom. I believe in small government. I believe, like Ronald Reagan, that government is the problem not the solution.

I don’t want Gay-rights limiting my opinion. If homosexuals want to have the same rights as heterosexuals- fine. Just don’t make me have the same opinion as you do. Give me the freedom to disagree and protest without labelling me a bigot.

I don’t want the NRA limiting my opinions either. I don’t support the gun laws. I want the right to say so. I also don’t support the anti-gun movement. I want the right to say they are both ridiculous.

I don’t support abortion. I believe that babies have rights. But I believe that if it’s legal, I want the right to say I think it’s wrong, just as if it’s illegal you want the right to protest about the woman’s choice.

I don’t like President Obama and the socialist practices he is implementing. I don’t approve of President Zuma and the communist policies he is shoving down our throats.

I wish to reserve the right to disagree. And this right is so slowly dissolving under the word “tolerance” and the dogma of being narrow minded.. What is narrow-mindedness? According to Merriam- Webster narrow-mindedness is lacking in tolerance or breadth of vision. According to many, I am narrow minded because I don’t agree with popular opinion.

But real narrow mindedness is placing your opinions above others. Being narrow minded is the lack of width in your vision, that you can’t see that all this mumbo jumbo is truly just that. Mumbo Jumbo.

Isn’t that what tolerance really is? It’s not supporting gay rights. Nor is it supporting liberal ideals. True tolerance is respecting opinions, both those that support your view and those in disagreement.

Free Speech as a constitutional right is slowly disappearing. God forbid that Facebook refuses to shut down Aryan Supremacist groups! Where has the freedom to state unpopular opinions gone?

I support a new kind of tolerance. Not of the popular Obama catch phrases but of the respect of differences.

Martin Niemoller said: “In Germany, the Nazis came for the Communists, and I didn’t speak up because I wasn’t a Communist. Then they came for the Jews, and I didn’t speak up because I wasn’t a Jew. Then they came for the trade unionists, and I didn’t speak up because I wasn’t a trade unionist. Then they came for the Catholics, and I didn’t speak up because I was a Protestant. Then they came for me, and by that time there was no one left to speak for me.”

The same can be said for our constitutional rights. First they came for Gun rights and I didn’t stand up because I didn’t own a gun…

The ‘tolerants’ are coming for Free Speech and I am standing up.

What are your thoughts?

May 18, 2009 at 9:55 am 3 comments

I can’t get no Satisfaction.

You know things are in a bad state when Political leaders are shot during voting…

Somehow this is peaceful.

Somehow this warrantes a single sentence inside a story about how the ANC is winning…

Is there a problem here? I think so.

Ugh. Sad Day.

April 23, 2009 at 7:02 am 5 comments

Apparently I blog about South African politics a lot.

I like South Africa. Honest.

And I like politics. Double Honest.

Politics in South Africa scare the crap out of me.

It scares me that Jacob Zuma is predicted to be elected on Wednesday as the next president of South Africa. btw… read that link above any other link on this post.

Next election I want to be president of South Africa. Oh wait. I can’t.

Maybe if I just get a criminal record first, then I will be applicable.

This is a crock.

The South African so called democracy is such a bunch of flooey.

Pity. Because I like this place. Honest.

April 20, 2009 at 11:06 am 5 comments

Zapiro is my hero

I love Zapiro.

Today he has come into hot water yet again because of a cartoon published by the Sunday Times earlier this year. Jacob Zuma is suing Jonathon Shapiro (Zapiro) and the Sunday Times for R7 million. The claim consists of R5m for alleged damage to Zuma’s reputation and R2m for alleged damage to his dignity (as said by NEWS24).

The cartoon, posted below, shows lady justice being pinned down by political leaders and Zuma preparing to rape her.

Has Zapiro crossed the line?

I personally side with Shapiro. The elitism of the South African government is disgusting. The disregard for justice is more than merely concerning. This is a blatant and shocking image that accurately reflects my own shock and disgust. The fact that Zuma has recently been acquitted of rapes charges is moot. This is clearly a separate issue.

Pity, because I wouldn’t mind writing another post about how much I despise Zuma and the ANC. I am ashamed of you ANC. I am ashamed of you Zuma.

December 18, 2008 at 10:08 am 2 comments

Modern Sexism?

Last year I was jobless and desperate. I was so desperate I was ready to go into….


I figured I knew music better than average folk, and so when I walked by the local music shop and noticed it was hiring I walked in to ask for an application.

Do you know what I was told?


I asked why. (apparently pending humiliation does not act as a strong deterrent.)

We don’t hire girls.

I asked why again. (I have no shame)

The hours are long.

Sir, I currently work 12 hour night shifts. I can work. (No I do not know WHY I remained there.)

The shifts are dangerous.

I am hardly someone people mess with. *insert angry eyes*

We have a policy to only hire men.

So me and my curvalilciousness marched right outta there.

I vowed to never ever buy anything from there ever again. No matter how great of a deal it was.

But I failed.

The Fi took me on a date on Saturday and before the movie we ravaged this shop like never before. The sale… was astonishing. R10 per CD. That’s $1. Per.CD. *sigh* and they weren’t terrible CDs. We scored. And I gloated. In front of the the very man who told me last year I couldn’t work there. I have no problem helping him lose money. Surely after this sale, the products that don’t sell will be put back on the rack for R180. That’s R170 you lose dumb Afrikaans chauvinist. Suck on that!

With great thanks to the Fi, I realised my own hypocrisy. I worked as a cocktail waitress previous to this conversation. I was hired on the spot as most waitresses are and I happened to be one of the longest working female waitresses there. For good reason. But I digress.

I overheard one of my managers turn down a girl because she wasn’t pretty enough. What kind of discrimination is that? It’s crap and I knew it. At that moment I should have quit. I should have waltzed right outta there. But I didn’t.

So as I complain that I was born the wrong gender, I myself removed the rights of the other girl by staying there. By enabling those men to pick and choose and even getting an ego trip out, I became no better than the company who refused to hire women.

So while the man sucks on my wicked deal, I gotta suck on my own inadequacies.


Even I contribute to the discrimination in society.

December 9, 2008 at 11:58 pm 7 comments

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