uNomvula ubeja ngeTaxes zethu?

ANC NYOLS

Kahle kahle Anc has nyols. What an absolute disaster of a once powerful struggle movement. ANC is the longest running African political party in SA so it is quite disappointing that it has become what it has become…..rubbish.

A question for ANC members: At which point do you hold your leaders accountable? For the past 22 years all we have seen is ANC leaders being corrupt and getting away with it.

We have no example of an ANC leader being held accountable. The only time ANC has ever punished anyone, was when ANC shot itself in the foot by recalling Thabo Mbeki. You all are such a greedy and power hungry lot you couldn’t even let him finish his term. Well since that spectacular move, ANC has been a huge disaster area. What has become apparent is that you have no vision or plan for SA, you are just rotating positions around so some of your dodgy leaders can live in big houses.

 

ANC…..you have been an embarrassment. Let us address the new scandal, you have so many scandals I should be more specific. The minister of water affairs, Nomvula Mokonyane the only affairs of hers we know is her love affairs and how she uses her position to buy toys for her boy. The toy in question is Mabala Noise. There has been much speculation on how this new music label was formed. It is a problem if the minister has funded her man with public funds to create a record label. Public funds are not pocket money for toy boys. I as a South African citizen need to be put to ease by the Minister coming out to defend these claims. And if these claims are true…she must be fired. We need to know how Mabala noise was funded and Shout Out to all the artists who are now potentially guilty of stealing public funds.

We cannot afford to have leaders who bring their bedroom to leadership positions. It is tacky and low class and does not make our country look good. This lady must stop using our money to keep a man.

 

If Minister Mokonyane’s boyfriend has been benefitting from corrupt deals, this matter must be addressed immediately.

ANC does not know how to call its leaders to order which is why we currently have a president that nobody wants. They will argue that we voted for ANC and thus for him, but we all know full well that Africans are suffering from the trauma of not wanting to be lead by whites and ANC is riding that fact. Too bad their attempts at leadership are nothing short of a tragic comedy.

Minister Mbalula even dropped porn on his twitter account and life went on as usual.

 

I will never support the SaveSA movement because it is just a white supremacy movement aiming to discredit black governance. These white capital monopolists are just angry because they can see we are about to take our economy back. No amount of distraction from Save SA will take away from the fact that they are living off stolen goods and stolen land. If Save SA is so serious about saving SA, why don’t they raise funds for Fees Must Fall amongst themselves since they run the economy? Instead they are out here acting self righteous when they are not different from the ANC….CORRUPT.

 

Can the ANC stop being such an embarrassment of government. You have fallen from grace and are a shadow of what you used to be. You have allowed rotten apples to take over the movement and they have contaminated your whole legacy. When are you going to get your act together and be what you claimed to be?   You claim to be a liberation movement but all you have proven is that, you are a bunch of self serving people with no vision just a great desire to be in power and to serve yourselves

We simply cannot have leaders who are blessing their toyboys with our taxes. sies man.

Press Release: PEOPLE

Immediate Release

19 January 2017

Music Release

Single

 

QUEEN OF THE HOUSE

 

After taking a year off her career to pursue a Masters degree in the Arts at Rhodes University, Ntsiki Mazwai is back with what she is best known for: poetry on house music.

One of South Africa’s most prolific lyricists, Mazwai has captivated the nation with her words for over a decade. This time around she teams up with Klerksdorp deep house Dj AcaSoul MusiQ to produce the single ‘People.

Soulful house music with a touch of jazz and mixed with Mazwai’s caramel voice and this is bound to be another crowd pleaser.

People’ is a song I wrote as I was going through my journey of learning in life. I learnt that people do not always have pure intensions. In the song I express disappointment in some of the people I put my trust in. I think that this song is about learning how to choose your friends wisely.”- Mazwai

Listen—> https://soundcloud.com/urungamusic/acasoul-musiq-deepconsoul-feat-ntsiki-mazwai-people-promo

 

“People” is available online: iTunes: http://apple.co/2fE6pQm  Apple Music : http://apple.co/2fE6pQm                                 Spotify : http://spoti.fi/2g55mdc                                  Traxsource http://bit.ly/2giQ56e 

 

 

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iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/za/album/ndingubani/id663474147

Poems: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cpodaCD83H0

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cpodaCD83H0

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JxxF19IVOwo

 

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Fake Humble

When Casspernyovest did FILL UP THE DOME: it was inspiring. When he did FILLUP THE STADIUM: he taught us how to dream.

When he stood on his two Bentleys…he was simply bragging and it degraded what he represented to me as a young South African.

 

What I used to like about Cassper was that he was humble, he gave us room to big him up and relate. As soon as Cassper made money he ditched the humble act.

Our youth need stars who will teach them noble characteristics. More than losing our land to white people, we have lost our principles and moral fibre. Our strong cultural and family foundation meant that before we were contaminated by white people, we were highly principled people. We were raised on Ubuntu. Our concept of God was Ubuntu. This meant that we had a deep understanding that human connection and mutual respect made a normal life, beautiful. I realise that most black people have amnesia but there was a time when we worked as a community and shared resources. There was a time when no family went hungry in any community. We even went as far as helping neighbours farm their lands. Even emakasi, no child went hungry. If a child had alcoholic parents who were not paying attention, that child always had another home in the neighbourhood. We had no orphans.

We lived on values that were about serving our community. Success was based on how much you uplifted other people, it was not a status given to you by a white man. Success was never about things you own, it was more about the things you did.

The white man comes along and gives some of us things and now we call that success. Who does that success serve? It feels nice on the ego but who does it uplift? Are we so desperate for white validation that all we want is a piece of their privilege and to look down on other blacks? Damn.

Is that what the struggle was about? Being like white people? Do we stand with our chests out because we are now in the white people’s club while millions of our people suffer?

I am not saying black people should not be proud of their success however if that success is based on material value then we are in more trouble than we think. Our people were raised to be humble, not because we are submissive and inferior, but because we have a deep understanding of the importance of human connection. It is possible to have all the money in the world and have no one to share it with- just as it is possible to have very little money and experience heaven on earth.

What has happened to our value systems? Izikhothane are a reflection of us. Everything that happens on our public domain is a mirror of what is going on within us.

For me, Cassper was inspiring when he was creating his own magic, he truly is a magician and it is beautiful to watch; but he was not inspiring when he was bragging about things outside of himself. Bentley is the winner here, they got all his millions. He could have invested that money on Fees Must Fall or building a decent school for black children in a village in the North West. (and if you don’t wanna be told what to do with your money, then keep it in your private life lil bro.)

There are African values we have forgotten and they made life so much sweeter. It would have been more powerful to discover the Bentleys sometime later, randomly. And when we found out we would have mused about how humble Cassper is.

Instead his friendslaves had to climb on top of each other and almost break their necks so that he could ego fart for us. Hehehehe no stru guys. Lol! Even the memes that followed, showed us that this is a strange thing hence all the energy around it.

And a young message to the youth….Don’t Brag. Stay Humble, that is where the magic of human connection lies. Don’t alienate and xhomela people because life happens in cycles. Everybody has Ups and Downs….keep it cool. People will always be ready to celebrate you if you want to be celebrated just be wise about how you ask for attention.

The economic state in SA is not at a level where blacks should be bragging to each other about money and cars.

 

Please… eat quietly if you are doing nothing to change the situation for other black people….we are asking you nicely.

 

PEOPLE (lyrics)

(This is just about people who use people)

People who use people

become too many people in one person

and if one person becomes too many people

then that person is not your people

That person is just a people who uses people

People who just

People who just use people

People who just

They are just people who use people.

 

What’s become of them?

Shame on them

Those who use human spirits

To advance their own benefits

Disregard emotions

With an ability to create illusions

With an ability to create illusions

With a false sense of connection

Gifted with tongues

Spitting melodic lies

Excited highs

While they walk to your demise

Energy drainers

Their intensions are not blameless

People who use people

Ngobani aba?

People who use people

 

People who use people

become too many people in one person

and if one person becomes too many people

then that person is not your people

That person is just a people who uses people

People who use people

Ngobani aba abasebenzisa imikhuba

Ukufumana izinto?

Dintho tsa lefatshe di kao makatsa

There is people who use people

Ngabantu abatheni aba

Dintho tsa le fatshi di kao makatsa

Dintho tsa le fatshi di kao makatsa

There are people who use people

People who use

People who use

People who use people

 

People who use people

become too many people in one person

and if one person becomes too many people

then that person is not your peoples

That person is just a people who uses people

People who

People who

People who use people

 

Have you mastered your smile

Rehearsed your lines

in that masterful mind?

Have you mastered your smile

And rehearsed your lines

In that masterful mind of yours?

Strong and resolute in your deception

You give me the impression

That you are driven by passion

But you’re not

You’re just a people who uses people

You give me the impression

That you are driven by passion

Little do I know that it is just manipulation

This outcome is part of your manifestation

People who use people

People who use

People who use

People who use people

 

I am stumped by you

I am stumped by you

Your sincerity is insincere

Your truth is dishonest

Your words have no weight

Your insincerity

Your sincerity is insincere

U nolwimi oluxokayo

Intliziyo engathembakali

You’re people who uses people

People who use people

 

People who use people

become too many people in one person

and if one person becomes too many people

then that person is not your peoples

That person is just a people who uses people

 

 

MaMiya’s tears

I think one of the hardest parts of my journey is that I am by nature an open soul. I wear my heart on my sleeve. This is not necessarily a bad trait, it is just that a lot of my lessons play out in public. Most of my ugly healing work I try to keep out the public eye, but every once in a while one of my demons attacks me in public, for all of black twitter to see.

A few months ago the newspapers reported that I relived my rape experience on Twitter. When the media started calling me, I turned off my phone for weeks. I got very defensive and literally screamed at some poor dude from Tru Fm. He later sent an email to apologise. I couldn’t even respond to him. I was in a deep and scary space. I felt attacked and lashed out at journalists. What the world did not know was that my Twitter Rape moment caught me off guard too. I had never owned up to being raped. It was a deep secret I kept buried away, so far away that I had chosen to forget it. One minute I was happily tweeting, and the next thing: words on my twitter updates going back to that night. I had no control in that moment, I have concluded that my secret just wanted out. A truth came out of me that even I was not ready for. The truth came out and it was splashed out in the media and I had to suck it in. Most importantly, I had to tell myself the truth about that night.

I have been doing my Masters Degree in the Arts at Rhodes University this year and my thesis is a memoir. This meant that I had to confront the events of that night and write my story. We are currently speaking about the subject of violence against women in our country and I think many women have stories to tell. Today I was talking about my rape on twitter and as usual not many people believe me. I have taken an excerpt from my thesis that tells my story. The only part that is not true is my one line at the end. I did not say that….I just wish I had. Here is my story, you may not believe me and it is hard for me to believe it myself. Here is my story, I am freeing myself from the shame and the pain. This rape no longer has any power over me. It happened. I survived. I am healthy and I am healing. I hope some sister who reads this blog will tell her story too and join me on this journey of healing. I am not hear to prove myself, I am here to heal.

(oh and I changed his name)

DARK THOUGHT

I closed my eyes and remembered: a dark night with me pinned up against the wall with a skinny dude, who was strong and aggressive, suffocating me. His whole arm was across my chest and his other hand dragged my short denim skirt up to my waist. My heart was in my mouth. I couldn’t kick him. I was trying to keep my legs closed. He held me up against the wall and I didn’t scream. I couldn’t believe what was happening. What was Siphiwe doing? Panic blazed in my chest. “I told you that I don’t want to have sex.” My soft voice whispered. “Wena uyisifebe sami.”

I felt ugly every time he called me that but I didn’t know how to tell him. He called me that every time we had sex. It made me feel like a “dirty” fuck. It wasn’t sex, I didn’t want it. It was scary and I couldn’t breathe. I shifted my body to get a bit of air. We were outside in the garden but no neighbours could see: no one to save me. I tried to push him off me but my “No” kept turning him on. His breath was heavy and fast. He smelt like soap. He pulled down his tracksuit pants and pried my legs apart. I hit the back of my head against the wall. He was stronger than I. I made it easier: I wasn’t wearing panties when he ripped inside of me. He “won.” Breathlessly he thrust into me, his “locs” [dreadlocks] hit my face. My arms limp at my sides as I looked over his shoulder into the dark garden, his arm still across my chest. We were outside. I should have screamed. During that “round,” I didn’t fight him off. He was too heavy. My eyes couldn’t meet his.

When he was “done” he backed off to attend to his weapon. He didn’t wear a condom. My heart sank. I pulled my skirt as far down as I could. I walked inside the house with a straight back and my nose turned up. I sat on the couch and watched TV like nothing had happened. When he walked in he tied his “locs” into a ponytail and went to the bathroom. My mind was confused. My eyes watched the screen but my mind was confused. I wasn’t sure what had just happened? Was that just rough sex? Why didn’t I fight harder? Why didn’t I scream? I was so relieved when I heard laughing voices entering the house, Siphiwe’s  friend were back and he reappeared.

Wayne and the others had gone out to get a few things from the shop. They did not know what had happened. We were all going to a birthday party that night but Siphiwe turned to me and said he had decided to change the plans and take me home early. HE had decided? HE had decided yet again what I wanted. I remained silent and fetched my bag. We all walked out the house, his friends still laughing and talking loudly. They discussed which car to use. I walked alone behind Siphiwe towards his car breathing sparks with every step I took. When we both got near his car, I blew with all my might. I thundered at Siphiwe and screamed with my fists. I kept punching his face, his stomach, anywhere I could. I had never ever been in a fight before; he covered his face with the same arms he used on me. I thought I heard shouting, I kept punching. Next thing I was lifted off the ground, arms were around my stomach. Wayne pulled me off Siphiwe, but I was still trying to grab at him. It took three of them to stand in front of me, to keep me in my corner, they kept telling me to calm down. Three men blocked me and the others were around Siphiwe asking him if he was “ok”, every now and then they glared across at me. They all thought I was crazy and I was screaming:

“This motherfucker just raped me!”

I opened my eyes again. It is not something I like to think about.

– NONTSIKELELO MAZWAI, HOMECOMING

 

Our President…..

It is sad that we live in a country with so much potential and no leadership and vision. If I was president there are so many things I would change. I would

 

  1. Brainwash the people into food gardens. I would use every media channel to inform the people on what to grow and how to grow indigenous plants. This would mean that muthi men and women (iinyanga) would be in the forefront of this kind of learning. The people would revert to the African system of coexisting with nature. The earth is our food. This would be indoctrinated in every mind from birth. Every home would be expected to have a food garden and if not, then, every community within a specified radius would be expected to have a public food garden. Community food garden maintenance would be incorporated into the culture of every community. There would be days for different age groups to tend to the gardens. I would find vibrant ways to keep the community in the gardens by including the arts. This move would impact food stores, at this stage that is white owned so this move would empower Africans. We could still buy other products from the stores, things we cannot grow. And the wealthy can opt to buy veggies. (from local farms)
  2. I would revert back to the rondawel system. The circle is a sacred shape and Africans are profound. Further research into this shape shows a deeper meaning. I would encourage African architecture and put the Ndebele designers in the forefront. There is no reason for all of the townhouses in Fourways to look Tuscan, no reason at all.
  3. Education would be free from grade R through to university. It would be funded by the banks and white capital. As we have seen, CEOs in South Africa are the best paid in the world. This suggests that profits are exceeding expectations. Those very profits need to sustain the community. We cannot be a small country generating so much wealth and yet our people are not educated. Given the rich mineral resources we have, we need to be smart. Our education is not a choice, it is imperative. We cannot have fools watching over gold or else they will sell our gold for nothing. Corporate SA can afford #FeesMustFall they just don’t want to give up their private jets.
  4. The South African free market system would have stricter rules which benefit greater society. Americans and the world can currently do as they please in our markets and we cannot do the same in theirs. The rest of the world is eating away into South Africa while we are broke. That would stop. Anyone wanting to do business in SA would have to pay the relevant taxes to sustain school fees and food gardens. Anyone wanting to take part in our markets would be responsible to some social investment.
  5. I would identify all the audible and critical youth voices and put them in a hub to be groomed for National Intelligence. SA has a lot of powerful voices with no platform. These voices would help us unpack a lot of the issues facing us. Strong opposing voices which would give us eyes from different points of view.
  6. The media would focus its attention on black consciousness. It has taken 500 years for media to make us hate ourselves. I would spend the next 500 inundating TV, radio, print and internet with relevant African content. As things stand, the black targeted media has been dumbed down. I would have magazines and papers which celebrate black excellence with the motive of instilling black pride. I would introduce South Africans to black heroes and stories. TV content would range from black history to black art, to neo black art, to black comedy, to black drama, to black crime. Media would show a range of blackness. 10% of media airtime would go to global news and culture.
  7. I would start negotiations with other African countries about taking down the borders. I feel each region (country) should elect its own leaders, however I think Africa should have one president. (and not always from the same region.) With the revolving presidency we can get a chance to learn about other regions. This would also mean one currency for Afrika, and based on numbers we have potential to be the most powerful nation on the globe.
  8. Civil service would not be a glamorous occupation. My government would be more behind the scenes making SA look good, and not in front of the cameras. Although all basic needs would be provided, the income would be average. This would be to ensure that civil servants are drawn to government because they love serving people. There would be no financial motivation. Though they would be deeply respected by society because of the work they do, they would not necessarily be rich financially. Serving people would be a spiritual job, not a money-making one. The only way this country can work is if there are people committed and dedicated to a calling of service. Civil service would not be some popularity contest on Twitter it would be about hearing the needs of people on the ground. And civil servants and their families would not be allowed to contest for tenders. They would not be allowed to take part in any business’ connected to the government.
  9. There would be a basic minimum wage. This is an issue we would debate and unpack as a nation paying particular attention to previously considered low income jobs. There would be an overview of what people are earning compared to organisation profits. Access to financial records would be more transparent as we would develop systems to ensure this.
  10. South Africans pay their taxes, I would ensure efficient systems are created, and make sure that money goes where it is supposed to go.
  11. I would keep my twitter account apolitical. I would want the whole nation to feel like I listen to them. I would RT and engage the issues my opposition tables before me.
  12. Every citizen would be expected to plant at least one tree a year and there would be more trees in the cities. Our brains work better when they are oxygenated.
  13. Our education system would be redesigned with the help of top African intellectuals. We would stop grooming workers and start grooming creators.
  14. Every industry would have a democratically elected governing board to make sure that all business’ and people are doing business in a fair way that is true to our constitution.                                                                                         These are just some of the things I would change, if I was president.

ANC Elite Must Fall

It is sad for me to have to write this as some of the people I am talking about I refer to as Aunt and Uncle in my private spaces. The ANC elite….wow, you have pulled quite a number on us. Now that you guys have sorted yourselves and your children out now suddenly you don’t remember struggle? Just because you have your fingers in the pie you have no interest in changing the status quo for black people?

We should have known when white capital teamed up with you, we should have known that they were giving you a taste so you could get drunk.

You negotiated in Codesa so you know full well that in those talks you did not get the economy back. What that means is that you have essentially failed black people in this country. We sent you to speak for us and you came back with nothing but coins in your individual pockets. Not only were you bamboozled but now you continue to do the gate keeping for white capital.

Fees Must Fall is not your business because quite frankly…like white people, you took the money and ran. You can afford education to an extent where you can educate your children overseas. Although you have surrounded yourselves with yourselves, I can assure you that basic education is not a basic thing for the average family. Because you have failed to address minimum wages, our people are still suffering.

Uncle Gwede your comments were horrendous. They were vile and they spoke from a place of privilege. We see reports in the papers with your children busy squandering money: you are therefore in no position to even have an opinion.

Unlike you the ANC elite, people on the ground do not have money and they are making it clear that they cannot afford free education.

If you were half the freedom fighters you say you are you wouldn’t be threatening students, you would be going back to those Codesa talks. Instead of using dirty apartheid tactics on students, you would have the guts to address white capital monopoly playing out in our economy. There are people in this country who get paid R30million/month while the people who work for them can’t afford education. That is absurd.

It’s nice for you to sit in your nice homes and speak your nice English as long as it is not your children who will be affected.

We are not stupid, of course we know that the destruction of school property is nothing less than ignorant, but do you understand the pain of frustration till your mind explodes? No you don’t, because most of you are illegally obtaining tenders and funding based on your networks.

Bantu abadala you have shown us greed in a manner we never thought we would see from our own parents. It has been a shame filled experience to watch you deal with Fees Must Fall. You have shown us that you are greedy cowards who are unwilling to stand up for what is right.

Your people have been wronged, you are in a position to take on white capital and set some rules, but you are out here protecting your comfortable privilege.

For a change….make yourselves worthy leaders and address fees must fall without shooting children.