Decolonisation is a myth that we have internalised, thank you ANC

*article triggered by radio chat on @Powerfm- @NduimsoDladla & @ImanRappetti* I write this today with a sour heart and a hungry mind which sees no prosperous future for non- white people, by definition, world wide especially in Africa. I find myself working day and night to secure financial, domestic and biological security in the land of my birth in a socio-political climate that does not allow me to do so with the skills I possess. Not that I am not capable, but the society we live in is designed to demoralise and eradicate me and my ‘people’, by definition. For over 380 years or so, what is now known as south Africa( which was named by an act of the british parliament and yet to be appealed) and which i identify as Azania, has been under systematic rape, abuse and exploitation by an imperial mafia. The reasons for this have long been discussed and accepted as dehumanising colonialism, yet colonial powers (they still are) have not been reprimanded or taken to task to take responsibility of slave trade in particular that displaced and killed Africans at a genocide-rate manner. Verily, millions of africans have to deal with the impact and degrading nature of these atrocities which result in modern day poverty, disease and starvation. This further binds us to slave like job seeking agendas that still leave us eating the crumbs of the bread that the master colonial power throws down at us. It even becomes worse when the colonial master has in place and ‘induna’ /‘ampoer' baas/‘Capitalists Niggers’ or ‘uncle Toms’ to be gate keepers of the bread crumbs such that we have to work for our own brothers to attain what was stolen and wrestled from us. How did this happen such that in a supposedly ‘free country” we live in, this sick nature exists? The Sunset Clause created this nervous condition. The advent of Freedom Charter/Cheater was a harbinger for what is now inculcated in the current constitution, that is the protection of racially acquired status by a supposedly nonracial constitution. It is clear that one of the trade offs between the now ruling party and the then apartheid government was to ensure what was acquired criminally must be kept in the coffers of the descendants of the colonialists, by intertwining self determination and human rights in the form of the property clause, that happens to be longer than any clause in the current constitution document. The property clause together with the freedom charter slogan , ‘the land belongs to all who live in it’, regardless of how some acquired the land, protects current ‘white’ capital that maintains white supremacy and ‘black’ poverty. It also sustains and institutionalises cheap black labour since the advent of poll taxing and forced migrant labour systems triggered by southern african mineral/industrial revolution (or lack off). The honourable Robert Sobukwe states: "We are being wooed internationally at a time when in South Africa the naked forces of savage Herrenvolkism are running riot; when a determined effort is being made to annihilate the African people through systematic starvation; at a time when brutal attempts are being made to retard, dwarf and stunt the mental development of a whole people through organised “mis- education”; at a time when thousands of our people roam the streets in search of work and are being told by the foreign ruler to go back to a “home” which he has assigned them, whether that means the break up of their families or not; at a time when the distinctive badge of slavery and humiliation, the “dom pass” is being extended from the African male dog to the African female bitch”. This is still perfectly playing out in todays society . It is no wonder that Sobukwe was arrested for nothing else but his thought, not a crime. His thoughts alone were capable of a paradigm shift that would turn the stays quo on its head. its not surprising that he left the current ruling party, they were already on a path to maintain white supremacy. South Africa has never been decolonized. There has never been a single successful attempt to galvanise this. Sobukwe identified that the freedom charter protects white minority rights in 1960. He was never a free man again. His vision saw Cyril Ramaphosa and Roelf Meyers facade in the form of the CODESA negotiations that ushered the current fraudulent constitution beyond the grave when he noted: “Against multi-racialism, we have this objection, that the history of South Africa has fostered group prejudices and antagonisms, and if we have to maintain the same group exclusiveness, parading under the term of multi-racialism, we shall be transporting to the new Africa these very antagonisms and conflicts. Further, multi-racialism is in fact a pandering to European bigotry and arrogance. It is a method of safeguarding white interests irrespective of population figures. In that sense it is a complete negation of democracy. To us the term “multi-racialism” implies that there are such basic inseparable differences between the various national groups here that the best course is to keep them permanently distinctive in a kind of democratic apartheid. That to us is racialism multiplied, which probably is what the term truly connotes”. Verily, the constitution today talks not of non -racialism but multi-racialism. It promotes racial tolerance not human acknowledgement. What then does this say about the survival of the African in his/her home soil that has been stripped from him/her and then in the same breathe being held ransom to be beggars for work, social welfare, social and biological security whilst what was taken is being dangled in front of him as a prize to be attained upon fulfilling tasks for the uncle Tom, who then goes and pays poll tax wages to the master with our cheap labour? Migrant labour institutions like TEBA and the likes that forcefully/institutionally through ‘induna’ /‘ampoer' baas/‘Capitalists Niggers’ or ‘uncle Toms’, channelled our fathers and brothers in their physical prime capable of working for self and provide and protect their women and young, only to return chronically sick or in coffins, have surfaced again today as ‘black’ proletariat wage earners in multinational ‘white’ owned institutions. They act as owners of capital yet they are also mere wage workers. They form BEE driven companies with their acquired wages and in return employ the ‘jobless’ in an effort to get affirmative action scores such that they qualify for government funding. All of this is allowed by this constitution under the claim of job creation, poverty alleviation and opportunities for all. Tell me then, who owns earning/salary power? Working in South Africa is a criminal activity towards the have nots propelled by the haves and the constitution again protects this nervous condition. The conditions are not humanising, in fact its what I call an ‘alienating pedagogy’ (anti-thesis being a critical humanising pedagogy of Hope, of the Heart of the Liberated as Paulo Friere would say). They only aim at making us be the satraps or stooges of supremist power blocs. We refuse. I refuse. No more. As Prof said, "We stand committed to a policy guaranteeing the most equitable distribution of wealth. Socially, we aim at the full development of the human personality and a ruthless uprooting and outlawing of all forms or manifestation of the racial myth". Sibusiso L Mnyanda 5 October 2015, JHB

We appear stuck- Nqaba Mpofu

We appear stuck; freeing ourselves from all that binds and blots our existence. To numb our senses from this reality we engage in frivolity, believing the lies we've made our own in an attempt to hold on to hope. We've laboured in darkness and have watched the darkness fade. We hold on to the memory of those who have gone before us. Like a flower, their existence has thrived and succumbed perennially. Their existence has not been in vain for they have forced our eyes skyward as if following a shooting star. In repeatedly appearing to us they have given us an opportunity to read the very stars that they shoot through. They have allowed us to see that dark is the hour, and that nearer draws the dawn of a new day. Their existence, short lived as it is, has awakened and provoked the beast. Consequently the beast in its awakening, has given humanity a chance to outwit it for it has unveiled itself. The unveiling of the beast is necessary for the liberation of the soul. It is also just one aspect of liberation. Many, after the beast has been unveiled, are paralysed by the unveiled image of the beast and hail themselves conscious. They confirm the existence of the beast but lack the ability to express its existence. They accept the beast's existence among them and dare not confront it. Once the beast has been unveiled it follows that it be slain, with any means necessary. The slaying of the beast appears to be a great challenge because a vast majority have accepted it's existence among the people, and in turn defende the beast. Due to their sheer determination in protecting the beast, the beast has been asleep and has its spell on the vast majority work for it while it slumbers. A few have dared go against the vast majority and have been freed of the beast's spell. These few have paid the ultimate price, and in return have tasted liberation. Their efforts demonstrated selflessness. They dared to confront the beast, and in so doing came to the realisation that their life is a gift to humanity, and that slaying the beast is the liberation of all humanity. May the Lord who is paramount chief of all grant that these few inspire more to confront the beast, and ultimately compel it to unveil itself; for in its unveiling, dreadfully fearful with shuddering might, it shall be slain. Nqaba Mpofu

uThuthula ngoWam!

The British settlers were able to mantain a derogative trend of branding territories that they regarded as spoils of war with the Xhosa and Gonaqua (Khoi Khoi clan). From the Zwaartzkops (Qagqiwa) river all the way to the Fish (Nxuba) river, they had managed to evacuate most anti-colonial forces in the region beyond these boundaries, fraudulently and frivolously. By 1820, the British colony on the sub Saharan are spanned from the Cape of Good Hope to the Fish River. The area between the Fish and Sundays (Nqweke) River was deemed ceded territory. Another settler ploy. This is the crux of the matter at hand though. You see, this are being ceded meant that neither settler nor Xhosa, Khoi or any other constituency can occupy this land. If this was transgressed, the outcome would be to be exposing yourself to open attack from anyone with interest. “Colonel Brereton Sir! We can confirm that the young prince Ngqika has been seen numerous times in the last month by my man on the outpost of the ceded territory”. He is always accompanied by his personal guard. He seems to be having secret engagements with the newly wed princess in the house of Ndlambe.” Uttered the obese sergeant almost swallowing his own tongue whilst trying to make sense and catch his breath at the same time. “Interesting detail soldier. Now leave us! Brereton was the Commander of the British forces in the Cape Colony in 1818. He had made an ally of Ngqika, the then chief in waiting of the amaRharhabe clan (junior house of the Xhosa Clan, senior Being the Paramount house of Gcaleka). His Uncle, Ndlambe, had been regent to the throne since the young princes’ father passed on the forefront of the previous frontier war with the settlers. Ngqika, being too young to ascend to the throne, had to wait till manhood to fulfil his right. His uncle delayed the inevitable ‘rite of passage’ ceremony to suite his needs, as he saw that the young prince was attracted to the western doctrines of Christianity and also their social drugs. He saw this as a threat to the sovereignty of the Xhosa nation in general. Little did he know that the boy had long become a man, thanks to the bosom of his youngest wife Thuthula. Her’ beauty bewildered the blind, and captured Ngqikas’ heart. Flash Story conversation between Brereton and guests: C. Brereton: Colonel Smith , you would agree with me that this is the opportunity we have been waiting for to counter the cattle and land issue in the colony. It seems like our friend the chief needs us to clean up the dead wood in the ceded territoity for him” Brereton says to an amused Smith. Prince Ngqika: Nithetha ngam ndoizibazile. Uyihl’omncinci yena uthi ndenza amanyala nomfazi wakhe kwaye ndingubhonyongo olihili-hili. Icebo lenu lokufezekisa ubukumkani bukaJoji noVitoliya kule Afrika nisalifuna? Ndikhuseleni kuNdlambe noNxele.Abafundisi benu ndakubanika igunya lokushumayela ivanglei kunye nomprofeti uNtsikana waseMgwali. HS: No one even addressed you, prince. You seem to forget that you are not yet in office. Its politics, not valentines. Smith responds with sarcasm of a cold feel C. Brereton: (whispering to Smiths’ discretion) All I’m saying, next time this incestuous circus Ngqika and his sweetheart are starring in is showing we will have a reason to invade and raid beyond the current borders of the ceded territory. Ngqika is our talisman. Ngqika: uThuthula ngowam, qha ke. Galela ndisele Bherethoni, UsMith uyaloqa yena. NOTE:This is a fictional articulation of factual events

Mhlakaza, the double Agent

The winter of 1850 was particularly cold and devastating to the crop, and the droughts that came with it hit the regions of Rhini (Grahamstown, Albany) and Qhaqhiwa (Uitenhage, Bethersdal) with tremendous effect such that subsistence farming was not a way of living no more. Food was scarce and the colonial situation in the Cape Province meant that the British monopolized most of the pastoral and grazing lands. In a nutshell, food and water were a point of contestation. I, Mhlakaza found myself in the company of British missionary envoy, Archdeacon Merriman of Grahamstown. I was utilized as an attendant(guide, translator, porter and fire-builder) on many visitation journeys, but soon I’d realize that my purpose was alternate, as we travelled together frequently reading the bible discussing theology and African cultural beliefs as we walked from one parish to the next. We were the local divinely motley crew. After the capture and brutal slaughter of my King, Hintsa the Great, by Colonel George Grey, I was taken a prisoner of war by the British. I was high advisor to the kings’ counsel and also a friend of the paramount lion of the Gcaleka clan. Little did I know that this would make me prime candidate to serve as the “Achilles Heel” of my nation in years to come because of my high ranking credentials traditionally. “Goliath, time has come for you to head back to Gcaleka land. I cannot support having you here as a servant or as a guest. The famine is dictator”, Merriman commanded me as always with conviction that is beyond my query. Where am I to go mlungu wam? “My people have long forgotten me, the kings’ council no longer recognizes me. I am an elderly man waiting to pass on to purgatory “, I pleaded like a wet dog after a storm trying to get inside its masters abode . Nonetheless, I had to migrate back, back to the hidden paths that the wanderers and exiles from the north who settled in Gcaleka land had safely utilised whilst being smuggled by Reverend Ayliff after the kings mauling. He was delivering them to be buffer settlements between colonials and “warlike” inhabitants of the Kaffarian district. Flash Story conversation between John Merriman and Mhlakaza: JM: The primary stages of your instruction have lapsed. Now you must go fulfil your mission. WG: More like I should fulfil my treachery. I should have known that no settler from glacier contoured lands beyond the equator could ever share humanly interactions with a man without having ulterior motives. My people, descendants of Gondo, will prevail. I will never willingly betray iSizwe samaTshawe. JM: Oh, But you will, by will or instinct. See we have been studying every essence of being a savage kaffir. Your pagan beliefs and backward sometimes incestuous manner. We shall infiltrate and erase your customs as you know them. We know you! NOTE:This is a fictional articulation of factual events