Red “blog post” talk

Black people I’m proud of you man to woman I ain’t got a clue no! It’s amazing how you o what you do… I raise my glass to you I give a standing ovation to you.

I was fired up after watching the Red Table Talk episode where Common (Rashid) was the guest and this is why…

It was In the way he spoke of depression and therapy as a black man. Black man are not the ones to speak of depression and having issues . Black man – man up! no matter what the case is, but in all honesty we all know deep down that breaking down, opening up, acknowledging when we have issues is the right healthy way to go about it. And for him to open up and speak about his depression story and advice other fellow black people to use therapy and most of all it was in the authenticity he portrayed as he addresses the topic.

It was in the way black women allowed him to talk of depression and therapy. Red Table Talk is a powerful international Table we all know that. A platform that allows people be with so much authenticity and without judgement. I feel the ladies handled the conversation so well as they always do.

It was in the way I felt as a black person. I felt that as Black people (or even as people in general) we are getting somewhere (as much as it is one step at a time) when it comes depression, it is now a mental issue we recognise and are getting better at addressing it. Although we got a long way to go I’m glad we can talk about it within ourselves and publicly and try our level best to assist one another, and that gives me hope for the future it makes me feel much better about the human society.

May we black people continue to set ourselves free, better ourselves, re-write our stories. May we be there for one another. May we learn from our fellow black hero’s (the living and the dead)who fought the battles they faced during their times, let’s fight and conquer the battles we face today without shame. Let’s be fully present and create a better future.

Reflections! Scene 24 and ACTION!

It’s a day before my 24th birthday according to Home affairs but today is also a day my mother say it’s my actual birthday.

“It was at night. Maybe midnight but not after midnight so it’s the 14th not the 15th” she’d say. Funny enough we always celebrated on the 15th which shall probably be as that Always. Thats not the point of the this here blog though.

As I grow older — well younger (as i’d love to think) I find that I often use this 14th date as a day to reflect on my life quietly by myself before I could get to the celebrations on the 15th, and so that’s what I’m getting up to at this moment.

In the previous years I’ve written myself letters–tons of dear self letters that I go back to sometimes and have a good laugh and pride in how far I’ve come and grown. Sometimes it’s voice notes of what I’d like to say to my younger self,my current self about the future,dreams,life lesson and life plans for myself –stuff that on days that I feel like giving up I go to and remind myself why I started and need to continue. This year it’s in a blog.

Soooo Reflections! Scene 24! and ACTION! This year I return to the blogging 😀.

I created this blog back in 2015 in August — A month recognised as Women’s in South Africa. This is how it came about — I was working for a campus Radio station as content producer and also presenter (broadcaster a word I love to use lately) and I had written something I recognised as a “piece of writing” tittled #Women (you don’t even have to scroll far, it’s somewhere below this here blog). So I showed one of my bosses this “piece of writing”. Nice poem, I like it. Go record it so we air it” he said something along those lines, I guess it was a good poem I mean “piece of writing”.

To cut long story short, the poem #women was recorded and aired. I have to say It felt good to pass by the studio and hear my then fellow colleagues playing the poem on their shows –“womandla” some would call as I pass by.

Then I started wondering what poetry is, am I a poet? Am I trying to be one? Should I be one? So I did a brief research on poetry — looked at all the “pieces of writing” I wrote before and after #Women and thought yeah I am a poet! So that’s why I started this here blog — I convinced myself I was a poet. The plan was to post every poem I write and maybe links to the recorded versions. Was I ready to do so? I guess the time difference between my last blog post and this one answers that question.

Soo luister hierso julle! Ek is nou treg! Earlier when I started writing this here blog I was watching TV and Pink! Was on with her daughter Willow Sage Hart showing the behind the scenes of the song “A Million Dreams”, and it reminded me of my dreams –unshared written dreams one of which is writing for magazines. Few weeks prior this I reached out to someone I look up to whithin the print media industry and I asked “I want to put my writing skills out there what better way to do this? To use a Facebook page or a Blog” the answer was a blog and here I am!

Will there be poems? Maybe but mostly Opinion piece of writings,some “magazine worth” articles and maybe some of my life stories. I vow to myself to post atleast once a week if not more. So here is to the Reflections!,Scene 24 and taking action to towards those unshared yet written dreams. Firstly to blogging 🥂.

It’s in the Language

The language we teach our children do matter

It’s in the language that you groom them by

where you can tell, wether they will be success

or talk of  other’s success

Its in the language that they use

Its from the language where you can tell if they will talk of the changes the world need

Or be the change that the word need

It is in the language.

 

South African freedom and the striking language #FeesMustFall

South Africans are we really free?

Is the freedom of not learning in Afrikaans all we need?

Is the freedom of voting for our political leaders all we wanted?

Is the freedom of being mixed with all the other races all we desired?

Is having a black president all we wanted to witness?

Is all what we call freedom,

Is the language of strike the meaning of freedom to our lives?

Are we really free or democracy is just a discombombulating version of apartheid?

Well like neither of my parents im not that much involved or interested in politics

But after the massive #FeesMustFall strike,all the photos,videos,people’s opinions and fact on the issue

I got  a little bit worried,

Is this how the country will operate?

I asked myself,promises are made to the citizens,citizens vote for their leaders

But for the promices to be delivered,the only language is to stop the country(literally) and have a violent strike

Is this they way of the freedom life?

Well students did again #FeesHaveFallen

What does this mean? One post i read on facebook asked

Does it mean that the student who couldn’t afford university fees manage now that #FeesHaveFallen (no decrese just 0% increase)

#FeesHasFallen is it enough or not i wondered

Is violent strike the freedom language in the Country?

Are fallen fees enough for the citizens needs?

Is #FeesHaveFallen a thing to be happy about as a citizens?

#Women

Allow yourselves the privilege

Don’t Envy yourself that much

Take pride in yourself

Come together and be the women of power

Come together and build each other

For the women who build each other are the future

Our present is the future to the women of 1956

 

Their present was bitter

And they loved us much to give us their future to be our present

think about it #Women it doesn’t have to end there

Let’s hold each other

Let’s work together

Let’s build the present of the future women

Let’s build them a positive present

 

Let’s build them the present where abuse is not silenced but no more

Let’s them the present that knows no racism

Let’s build them the present that knows no xenophobia

Let’s build them the present where gender equality is the way of life

Let’s build them a peaceful present

Let’s build them a lovely present

Let’s build them a united present

Let’s build them a healthy present

 

Lets build them the present from which they shall manage to build the best future

which shall be a great present to the next generation

Let’s build our future… Their present

Let us because we can

Let us because we are African

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