1993 : Mngadi Section

Growing up at Mngadi Section – Katlehong – Ekurhuleni/Eastrand. The days that followed the 10th April 1993 were challenging not only to those who were politically active but to the rest of the neighborhood.

The build up to the funeral services at FNB stadium was more interesting as there was talk that the IFP would be compiling a list of people who were going to attend the funeral service.

After the funeral, IFP members from Kwesine male hostel attacked the communities of Shirley, Mngadi, Radebe and surrounding sections. Those who had cars managed to run away and those who couldn’t were killed. Houses were burnt down.

My parents managed to take few clothes and by the grace of God, all family members made it to a place of safety. Since then my parents have never managed to give us a life that we were used to.

Since then, family life changed. I had to move to Limpopo and stay with my grandparents. I guess everything came as a shock, even my parents relationship was broken.

I am aware of few kids I grew up with, currently they are orphans. Their parents were killed because one parent or botg went to attend the Chris Hani funeral service.

Not only the Hani, SACP, MK or ANC lost in 1993, many other people lost differently.

President Nelson Mandela addressing the Republic of South Africa, after comrade Chris Sithembisile Hani was killed outside his house on a Sunday morning.

To Commander in Chief: Gedleyihlekisa Jacob Zuma

With an understanding of a man on the street when it comes to politics and the running of the country. I, who is still trying to understand why as a democratic country we are still called the Republic of South Africa. Enough with the introduction.

After the 16 August incident at Marekane, Malema was on each and every News bulletin his voice replayed over and over on radio. I hoped that my president would with all the influence he possesses and all the advisors on his side. That one day just after 7pm would be on the state broadcaster with a message so powerful, a message to unite and a massage to reassure those of us that believe that Marikane is an issue because it is bigger than a few big fat cats who can afford an 18mil bull.

I hoped my president would be on every state owned TV channel and radio station, re assuring the families of the 34 dead miners that their loved one’s did not die in vain but everything will be done to negotiate fairly for a better pay to those tasked with mining our minerals and assist keep our economy on acceptable level.

I have come to be haunted by your signature giggle, by your emphasis that Malema is not your product, by your intention to humiliate Lindiwe Mazibuko and clarifying why you are president and your comments at the national assembly, that majority rules in a democracy.

After all this I ask myself if I should expect a message of reassurance from my president. I am not asking you to deliver a message similar to that delivered by president Mandela after Chris Hani was murdered, but I expect to be told that this too shall pass and those striking for a better pay will have their demands looked into. I expect no finger pointing, because Malema’s utterances can not have more weight more than those of my president.

As I write this, I hear Hip Hop Pantsula in the back round singing Harambe and I am caught by the lyrics. They leave me wondering why would the police in their heavy duty vehicles drive through a community shooting rubber bullets and teargas, subjecting this countries citizens to apartheid style policing. Maybe when you finally decide to address the country, you might not reassure as of anything but will tell us it was necessary to use such force on miners armed with sticks and a phanga being the most dangerous.

Maybe the next time while celebrating anything cultural, we will not see you holding a any kind of a weapon since that has proved to be illegal.

One more assumption from my side, coloureds in the Cape flats being harassed by gangsters are not as important as the investments made in the mines by foreigners and a few elite citizens of the Republic of South Africa.

Should I still hope that my president will reassure all of us that everything will be fine without blaming apartheid and Malema? Should I still hope that our democratically elected government in our republic understands as per the American Declaration of Independence in 1776: Governments are instituted among men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed?

When The Hero’s Blood Is Forgotten

After the hero was murdered.
They saw an opportunity to be in the front.
Their voices loader than the crowed gathered.
They chose their words care fully.
Master manipulators, played with our emotions.
They said Biko would have liked it like this.

He screamed, this is what Chris Hani fought for.
They told us Hector Peterson’s blood natured our freedom.
Sad the honour, wealth and fame, is never to our hero’s.
Not to mention their next of kin.
Standing on higher ground, they pull their constant friends.
As people we wonder, is this what our heroes died for?
The families ask, was the loss in vain.

When the hero’s blood has been forgotten.
Those in front, took advantage and claimed we are together.
Unapologetic, when it feels right.
We are reminded, we allowed them to lead us.
When the hero’s blood is forgotten.
They will fight each other on our behalf.
Excuse our innocence, we thought we are in this together.

When the hero’s blood has been forgotten.
A third force is involved when people take to the street.
Amongst us a spy exist and should be exposed.
Other leaders before them lacked direction and made government programmes their own.
Still the people on the ground suffer.
More people are unemployed, while our leaders own businesses.

When the hero’s blood is forgotten.
You will see them in Armani suites, while the people wear “made in China” t-shirt bearing our colours and their faces.
They are seen at all the social butterflies get together.
They will complain about the gathering because they were not invite.

When the hero’s blood is forgotten.
We accept the vulgar man do curse, rave and utter blasphemies.