Haunted

I am haunted by the ghost of love

She roams my chambers still

Sometimes I catch the scent of her

And follow shadows that take her form

Nowhere but in me

And I can still hear her calling

And it makes me weep

And I can still hear her laughing

And it makes me weep

Why Being White and Racist in South Africa is Stupid

Firstly let me say that I think it is stupid to be racist period regardless of one’s race. Racism is by its very nature a way to avoid thinking. It is a way to think in generalizations and stereotypes rather than specifics. The racist, instead of considering an individual’s merits or character, simply judges them according to their own preconceived opinions. In most cases, these opinions are formed not through interaction with people of other races but through lack of meaningful interaction with people of other races. Ignorance is at the heart of racism.

Sadly, I recently heard somebody make a fool of himself by using the word, “kaffer”.

I had engaged in a number of race related arguments with this fellow before, so I knew that the usual arguments of why racism is wrong wouldn’t work on him. I knew I had to appeal to his own self interest.

“The only thing that word does,” I said, “is make the people who we are surrounded by, outnumbered by and outgunned by hate us, or in some cases hate us even more. It makes them think: what are we doing letting these white people stay here?” That is why being a white racist in South Africa is not only immoral and ignorant but stupid. It is the road to self destruction.

Hate creates hate. Our racism towards people of colour fuels their racism towards us. The only difference is that they are in a position to destroy us. To the credit of our black brothers and sisters, they have chosen so far not to do that even after the horrors of apartheid. Sure, there are some people of colour who hate white people but being racist towards them only makes them hate white people even more.

Sure it would be better if people turned away from racism because it is immoral, discriminatory and can lead to oppression and genocide. The darkest chapters in history (slavery, the holocaust, apartheid ect) are those times when racism prevailed. If, however, white some people are unwilling to discard racism for the reasons mentioned above, then they should discard it to because it makes the very things they fear (black domination, land grabs, white genocide ect) more likely.

More than ever South Africans of all races need to communicate, respect each other and work together. If we do that, we will get to know each other and see that there is no us and them only we; that we are all human beings who simply want what is best for ourselves and our families. This is the knowledge which can prove the ignorance of racism, with all its generalizations and stereotypes, false.

Be there

I wish I could be everywhere

Every place where I have been

Every place where I have loved

I wish I could be with everyone

Everyone who has won my heart

And reminded me why it beats

I wish I could be with everyone

And still be here

I am here for me

But how I would love to be

There for everyone

I Got a Gig

I found out late last night, via a public announcement, that I am going to be performing for about half an hour tonight. So much for being prepared. Anyway, if anybody is keen to join me here are the details. TROYDON WAINWRIGHT is Off-the-Wall @ TAAC – Methodist Minor Hall, Wesley Rd, Obz on Monday 11th April at 7.30pm, R20 cover charge.

The Machine

It all happened so soon

The fire on the horizon at dawn

The vanishing act of the moon

The stars turning off, the lights turning on

The gears set in motion

The engines of industry slowly

Clanking to life

The veins in and out of the cites

Beginning to flow with cars

The smoke rising from the smokestacks and chimneys

As the monster breathes again

The little ones shook awake and sent off

To learn how to keep the machine alive

Their young brains beginning to crystallise

To think the madness they inherit is sanity

 

Vote for Zuma

Vote for Zuma!  Jacob Zuma is the best president ever. He is incorruptible and a master economic strategist. He has strengthened the Rand. He has brought great honor to the ANC. Everyone trusts him. The people are happy with Zuma. They love him.

It is because of his visionary leadership that we are where we are today.

Where would the ANC be without Zuma? Where would the economy be? Where would the country be without him? When the next elections come remember everything Zuma has done for you and vote.

Yours insincerely

The Average Voter

The Real Majority

Some people I know believe that voting is useless. “My vote won’t make a difference anyway so why bother,” they say.  Of course, they still complain bitterly about the state of the country and endlessly criticize the government. Arguing the merits of voting with them doesn’t make any difference.

The only thing that seems to shut them up is laying out some numbers for them. For example, in the 2014 South African General Elections the ANC got 11,436,921 votes. That same year 6,985,585 registered voters didn’t turn up to vote.  If that same number had voted for the DA, the DA would have won 11,077,169 votes and the ANC would have had their seats in parliament practically cut in half. If the non-voters had voted for the EFF or even a much smaller party like COPE, then one of those parties would have easily been the new official opposition.

True, not all of the non-voters would have voted for the same party. Nonetheless, think about this: South Africa has a population of almost 53 million people; let’s call it 52 million for argument’s sake.  According to the IEC’s (Independent Electoral Commission) 2014 statistic there are 25,388,082 registered voters in the country. That means that at least 26,611,918 South African’s didn’t vote. Naturally, a large portion of those South Africans are under 16 years of age and therefore too young to vote.  I haven’t been able to find out exactly how many South Africans are too young to vote but given the 2011 census numbers and current birth rate the number should be about 15 million (if anybody out there has the real number, I would love to hear from you). What that means is that about 11, 611,918 South Africans are not voting. In other words, there are more people in SA not voting than there are people voting for the ANC, the ruling party.

If all the non-voters (who believe their votes wouldn’t make a difference) decided to form a single party and vote, they would be the new ruling party. In a land that has fought so long and hard for democracy, the real majority, as it turns out, are the people who don’t engage in the democratic process.

The point is their votes would make an enormous difference. If you happen to be one of the non-voters, please bare in mind that your failure to vote has made the votes of those who do engage in the democratic process more powerful. Moreover, you through your failure to act are also responsible for the state of the nation.

A Priest in Doubt

I have whispered prayers to you

And you have chosen not to do

As I have asked

 

I have called for you on my knees

Done all I was told to keep you pleased

Still you remain masked

 

I have forgone sex and normality

All to keep your company

And so remain alone

 

I have confessed my heart empty,

Looked for you everywhere you could be

And still see no throne

 

I have preached of your great light,

Knowing only the dark of night

In my very soul

 

I have been laughed at in your stead,

Defending you for we are wed

And paid the toll

 

I have sought you every place

But the one I fear to face,

Knowing you’ll be there

 

For if I look within to see

Then all I ask will fall to me

And be more than I can bear

 

We Should be Grateful

I am truly grateful to be living in South Africa. I realize that many of my white brothers and sisters don’t understand how lucky we are to be here.  They don’t realize that we were lucky enough to get out of apartheid with our lives, let alone our lifestyles.

If the black people had not been so wise and farsighted, we would have been driven into the sea or murdered on mass when apartheid ended. The atrocities and injustices suffered by black people by white hands are near endless and date back many centuries. Nonetheless, when apartheid ended our black countrymen let us continue to live among them, in their land, in peace and prosperity; a prosperity which they themselves were denied through apartheid and which the legacy of apartheid and colonialism continue to make very difficult for them to obtain.

I cannot begin to voice how grateful I am to the black people I live among. They are much more intelligent than they are given credit for.  They deserve heck of a lot more respect than they get. Whenever I see a white person being rude or arrogant to a black person for some petty reason, I feel like shaking them. “Wake up!” I want to shout in their faces, “Do you know where you are? Do you understand what they did for us after all we did to them?”

Sure South Africa is a land plagued with problems; a land whose history was too often written in blood. Nonetheless, it is a land to be proud of with a people who I am proud to call my countrymen.

It is important face to what is wrong with South Africa and its past that still haunts us. It is also important to build on what went right and to give credit where it is due. I for one am grateful that whatever South Africa’s problems are, I will face them with a people who have proven themselves to be more honorable and civilized than any western nations that I can think of.

Are there black people who are part of the problem? Of course there are but so what. There are plenty of white people who are part of the problem, too. Even these people, black or white, are human beings in need of guidance more than anything else. Until we start looking at each other as part of solution instead of part of the problem we will never be the kind of nation that South Africa once promised to be; the kind of nation that could be an example to the world. Meanwhile, I will continue to be grateful to be a South African and to live among a great people.

Written With Fire

 

It has long been my desire

To forsake the pen and write with fire

 

Let my words glow red on the page

And burn the hand that touches them

Let them blast like fireballs into the eyes and ears they encounter

Let them brand the brain and long remain, smoldering

Let them throb like coals in the souls of their audience

And in their turn let them do more than burn

Let them cauterise the wound left open

 

Let them entrance as flames that dance

And bring light by their burning

Let them ignite whatever they might

As sparks flung into kindling

If nothing else

Let them keep me warm

 

 

It has long been my desire

To forsake the pen and write with fire

 

Let my words glow red on the page

And burn the hand that touches them

Let them blast like fireballs into the eyes and ears they encounter

Let them brand the brain and long remain, smoldering

Let them throb like coals in the souls of their audience

And in their turn let them do more than burn

Let them cauterise the wound left open

 

Let them entrance as flames that dance

And bring light by their burning

Let them ignite whatever they might

As sparks flung into kindling

If nothing else

Let them keep me warm