Can’t let it go

The day I will never forget, no one can erase it on my mind, no one can take the pain out of my heart.  On this month, the women’s months, on the ninth of August 2010 when my niece was raped by a forty two years old man at Khayelitsha site B TR section. Man undermined the power of women, they tend to prove it on women’s day. But I can’t blame them because the justice of South Africa also weakens the power of women. How many times women abused on this month, South African law favors those who commit crime. All tests was done, the men was arrested for two weeks. He was granted a bail to come out of jail to rape again. Where can we bare our children, sisters and niece from these rapists?

I think GOD must come to give us solution. To discipline this corrupt government and his justice. It hurt when I looked at her, when she plays with his doll, especially when she named her dolls. I wonder why men are so stupid? I begin to wonder why they are so evil? I think they all deserve to die. I hate all men in this world.  In this country you can feel free to victimize, abuse, rape toddlers because the law will be on your side. They will grant you bail to come out to victimize them again and again.

When I saw him, when he greets me I become distressed, and wish if I could get a gun. I swear I will show him what witch craft eat.  He deserve to die. I hate the feeling I had but I can’t let it go!!

Fair become foul sometimes

Mid- June 2011 a nightmare during a day, when a couple recently married lost their six months old while they fall asleep during the day with their only beloved daughter. Sisikilelwe (we are blessed) was the name of the child, they called her this name after the doctor told her mom that she will never have babies. On the twenty seven of June the baby who slept between her parents disappears. They report the matter to the police, they even paste her picture everywhere asking everyone to help them searching their child.

After two weeks, the dead body of the baby was found near a stream covered with a new blanket. Eyes, tongue, vagina, thumbs were towed from the body and the body was moldy. This sad day, everyone was disgusting, devastated of the scene. Mzamo (father) swear that who did that to his child will bring the parts of his child and he shows them a lesson.

Mzamo go where he goes but what he said happen. After a week, on a Saturday afternoon his neighbor bring the parts of his daughter, asking for forgiveness. This man was like his brother, he always gives him food, clothes because he was not working and stays alone. He doesn’t have a family so he takes care of him because he also help him with cleaning the yard and do garden. A God believer, a humbly man had betrayed his soul brother by killing his baby for money. He sells the parts to the SANGOMA. Everyone ask a question why with no one answered it. 

Why SANGOMA are so foul? Why they are so evil?

A wedding cake in the middle of the road

It was a rainy Wednesday morning, my cousin was going to town. In villages when it is raining it’s rare to find a taxi because of wet road. She walks to the main road, on her way the was a car slowly after her. The driver hoots at her as a sign of greeting. He stops and offers her a lift. They both exchange numbers. After a couple of weeks that man called her for a date.

On their drive back home the man stops the car on the middle of nowhere and proposes marriage to Yondie (my cousin). He take the ring out of his jacket pocket, knee down, he puts his ring on her finger. As Africans   credence’s that you mustn’t chase away marriage, because you might invite bad luck in your future. She Consent the marriage of the stranger without knowing the consequences of what she was doing.She just does the ritual believing that God and her ancestors bring a husband for her. At first she was afraid on how she will live on that marriage, but at the end she enjoy being with her husband.

The marriage proposal was her wedding cake in the middle of the road. The marriage is still perfect.

Thank you for your sacrifice

I salute all women who fought and fell for me, those who were born as women and bore us. If you not resist the pass laws in 1956, those who sacrifice for us. I salute you comrades, not forgetting all women in South Africa.

This day is celebrated as a reminder of the contribution made by women to society. The achievements that have been made for women’s rights, and to acknowledge the difficulties and prejudices many women still face. I hope everyone will think of some of the many women in our life today, and show them some appreciation in honor of those women fought for our freedom. On the ninth of August 1956, twenty thousands of women marched to the Union Building in Pretoria to protest against a law requiring black women to carry passes.

I salute you Lilian Ngoyi, Helen Joseph, Albertina Sisulu and Sophia Williams – De Bruyn. I thank you for your sacrifice, you showed us the power of Women. You give us strength when we powerless. You showed us that without women there’s nothing on earth. A home without a woman is very cold, no love no peace.

 

Happy women’s day!!!!!

It is a poor idea to lie to yourself.

It was mid October 2010 when I was betrayed and bad mouthed by the people whom I called friends. I lie to myself by telling my heart and my brain that everything is fine. I am a person whom I am. I am kind, good hearted and caring person but sometimes people take advantage of who you are. I never confront anyone, I act as if everything was fine to them, I act as if nothing I heard and I even care for them doing their hair whereas they bad mouthed me. I tell myself that everything will be ok.

I visited them as usual, I cook and bake for them as I always do so. But I realize that you must select good friends in life. It was not the first time I’ve been betrayed by people whom I called friends. I remember 2009, a very rainy day where I stayed outside while a have a room because someone who I was staying with went to where it suites her with the key. I did not have airtime to call and send all callbacks that I have but she never reply. She came around 20:30 in the evening, she was angry and acted funny to my neighbors, but I ignore her while she was wrong. I never ask her why she did so. I tell myself that such things like that will not take me anywhere. I started conversation but she never reply. We woke up every day without greet each other but I even tell myself that everything will be alright.

It is poor to lie to yourself because it’s only you who will suffer for the consequences. I myself suffer for the consequences for lying to myself, the ability to always want everything to be right. The ability to want your friend to feel right not to harm but care for her. I tell myself that I do not need a friend ever. But I tell myself no one can leave my life nor take what I have. I tell myself that I won’t stop caring for those who around me because of wicked friends.

The sound of one clapping hand

The lonely days of my life, the hardship of Cape Town life.  The days that I will never forget in my life. It was on mid January 2007, at Cape Peninsula University of Technology. I was looking for residence or accommodation since I was from Eastern Cape. I travel by train everyday from Khayelitsha to Bellville. I was an awkward, I feel so lonely, and they keep on saying come tomorrow till March. I did not know the exact person I should talk to or person who can help me. Even the SRC did not help me those hard and awkward days.

I met a friend who was my class mate, we chat and I end up staying with her family. It was then that I realize that one hand cannot do much thing, you need a second hand to have a balance. One hand cannot a make a sound. Being helped makes me realized that friendship is a best tool in life. By those days I even think that God has forsaken me. I even regret coming to Cape Town but life has obstacles you have to climb in order to succeed. I never heard a sound from a single hand. I only know that single hand can wave not clap, only two hands that can make a sound. I realize that two hands can make different in this world.

I associate the sound of one clapping hand with loneliness, when it’s like the world to out to you. When no one even notice you or your presence. Where your opinion is tasteless to others. The sound of one clapping hand, I don’t know its meaning but it’s tricky because one hand cannot clap nor make a sound.

IT'S HARD TO SAY GOODBYE

DEDICATED TO A FRIEND

Saying goodbye has never been a nice thing, especially when you have to say it to someone close to you. Someone who’s your everything, a parent, spouse, or sibling. In other circumstances you have to console your heart by saying goodbye. It’s hard to say goodbye to someone to someone who leave you for a couple of weeks or months, how much more if you have to say it to someone whom will never see again. It’s hard to say goodbye for good.  When there will be no more chat, sms, and no more calls. We tend to be angry to someone you love if she/ he did not call or sms for a day. How painful is when she or he will never have that opportunity to do so.

Life is unfair sometimes. Life is unpredictable, you may plan but never knowing what future holds for you. Devil harms those who are good hearted and kind people. When I look around, and down the streets of Cape Town there’s a lot of gangsters, serial killers, thugs who rob and kill innocent people but they live long life.

It’s hard to say goodbye for good, if it’s for me how much more to you my beloved friend. Losing a parent especial mom has never been good. May GOD be with you in all dark and light days of your life.

May you have a safe journey to heaven!!!!!

GOODBYE!!!!!!!!