Posts Tagged ‘#Racism’

This was a first among a couple trips I would make to Jo’burg. It was a rousing 4 hour flight from JKIA heading to the legendary- South Africa, to the cradle-land of the Zulu – Kwa Zulu Natal. As I checked in O.R. Tambo International Airport, it was all smiles and Unjani all the way to Kwa Zulu Natal, also known as Durban. That was back in 2010, good times to remember, the outwardly peaceable place, incapable of this lunacy we now call Xenophobia.

Coating the thought away, was the nostalgia of Mombasa in the 1990s – fresh and exotic. Somehow Durban gave me the same feeling. What could possibly loom beneath this serenity? What was the beginning of this epidemic hate?

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Some argued that companies would give out their jobs, to cheap labor from illegal Zimz, Malawian’s or Mozambican immigrants to evade the complexities of affirmative action. On the other divide, the foreigners – they just thought of the black South African as unschooled, lazy criminals. Well, I am not sure of whichever divide, all I know is that I met some really cool and some pretty normal people in South Africa.

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I remember the positivity we read over tête-à-têtes during my stay. We talked of the new age South Africa, post-apartheid through the wilderness on toward the Promised Land. The progressiveness of the new South African. Their inspirations drawn from Rastafari, made on show by dreadlocks and reggae songs. We spoke of legends that once were – Lucky Dube, (then still were – Mandiba). We gossiped of the bitterness of the old racist Boers, and how they now have to deal with it. What optimisms we had, they had, the new South Africa, just through rose colored glasses.

 

#StopXenophobia #SaveSouthAfrica #AfricaCries

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Indeed, its hurts, but in poetry it tingles just as sweet.
I feel it today.

My spirit flags up,

In pride and admiration for this movement,
Not against any race but for a race that has transcended
A race that has had the guts to dream,
Through snuffles and tears,
And the patience to dare imagine that one day… just one day
Glory
We held up high, with pride some deemed we shouldn’t posses, 
And even with the intimidating chains and wires
Assassinations and brutality,
History of slavery,
Ripples of poverty and disease
We were maimed and troubled.
Today is, Yesterday Was, Tomorrow Will Be
And just … just one day
“One day, when the glory comes
It will be ours, it will be ours
Oh, one day, when the war is one
We will be sure, we will be here sure
Oh, glory, glory
Oh, glory, glory glory…”