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Supercharged Showerthoughts: on Migration and Race

Maybe later, I will come back to this post, and give it more nuance – but there is definitely something wrong with the world right now. Well; not the whole world; but Europe and America. I am talking about the racially charged caging of immigrants and the racial, jingoistic connotations behind Brexit and the rise of right-wing politics in the so-called developed world. And I have been moved to rush this right now, because the "leader of the free world" cannot stop spewing his racist vitriol on social media against his own people. Just because they are not white; and did not come from Norway. Developed world, my arse. It is the greed of these people that got us here in the first place. Yea baby; people in Africa certainly did not maraud any place on a colonial rampage like the white people did when they bled their own lands dry of mineral and floral wealth. We were fine in Africa, and certainly did not need anything from anyone; and I do not think colonial visitors were ...

Showerthoughts: On Race and Equality

Dozens dead in Christchurch , New Zealand. Trouble in Charlottesville , USA. And closer to home, who will forget those pictures of black children cowering a corner - far removed from their white schoolmates at Schweizer Reneke primary school in Johannesburg. And every time people of colour are victims of racist acts everywhere, you have politicians dusting their vocal chords and vocabulary, wank lyrical all over the microphones,  offer thoughts and prayers. Occasionally, they will let their guard down and let the world in on their true views on White Supremacism; "There are fine people on both sides."  After a few days, the politicians will go back behind their shells; the media might be seized with the latest outrage for a few days more - until Kim Jong Un 'threatens' to freeze the world into the long night with a nuclear winter (Anybody wonder whether North Korea actually does threaten the world; or it is just somebody with vested interests who wants to ensure...

Joice's War

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In the vanguard of desertification in Chivi where I grew up – where the ever-stretching years of drought and rapidly receding hairline of plant life has had people from all corners of the country thanking their lucky stars every day for ensuring they had dodged the black bullet of being Chivi natives – we always had a good giggle about how our elders struggled to pronounce some English words. Sometimes they passed this corruption onto their unsuspecting children, who would never know how some words came to be, until halfway through their lives. Words like musarinya (miscellaneous), and many others. You know them. I have just thought of bus stop; our elders thought the second s in stop, after bus was really unnecessary; so they just converted two words – bus stop – to just one – busstop . Which has gotten me to wonder whether the word history as we know it today is a bastardised version of two words – his, and story? Because if that is the case, it would really make sense with r...

Handling a Man the African Way...

A man wonders why so many millions of a man's brothers and sisters are so wont to wish death on a man. An old man for that matter. Its so unAfrican. In a man's culture, men do not wish that a person dies - in a man's days of yore, when a wizard was caught inflangrante delicto , the thing to do was to cut off both ears, or hammer a nail onto the wizard's sneaky forehead.  Because death is too easy. Many of men have faced difficulties and chose to tie a rope around men's neck - it is easier to escape into bottomless oblivion than face a man's tribulations head on. Death is the easiest way out. Vakafa vakazorora . It is not just an adage. It is the truth. Why then would a man wish that a man dies? No; a man should not die. A man says a man should be kept alive and healthy - or kept in whatever state of being a man is when a man is finally caught. And a man needs to be taken to a man's home - not the one with that colourful roof on it; but the one i...