Who Killed Chivalry? By Moshibudi Thatego Madia

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‘How To Be A Modern Knight’

We live in a world were interactions with the opposite sex are massive, and are no longer reserved for certain occasions. Way back in the day, men and women only interacted during courtship, as man and wife or at the ‘gentleman’s club’ making it rain. But now, we mingle everywhere, but the biggest difference between then and now is how men act when they interact with women. Very few men understand or even appreciate the art of chivalry, because if they did, their game would be on a 1000, just like our granddad’s were, who we now call ‘old school players’. Women aren’t all wooed by money; chivalry has always done the trick. I’m going to share 5 chivalrous moves, fool proof to impress for success in your dating life. Read More …

I Have Decided To Not Wait For Any Man To Inject Worth In My Life… By Moshibudi Thatego Madia


TELL ME SWEET NOTHINGS BOO BOO…

I’m a hardcore romance enthusiast, from the cheesy, to the old school all the way to the new school, I’m infatuated by the theory of sparks flying and love the concept behind chemistry. Thing about being like me is that, the quest for that gag inducing romance is that, people watch movies, then use the cheesy one liners on oblivious people like me, then shit hits the fan pretty soon. Read More …

That Special Species Called: The African Man… By Moshibudi Thatego Madia

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It is a species unlike any other, a breed in its own league, one that; even though may boost of being modern, has not really evolved from the core fundamentals that link it to its forefathers. I’m guessing from my opening line and the term “special” in the title, you have begun to notice how not so endearing this discussion is going to be, don’t worry fellas, I won’t ruffle you up too much.

African men are as difficult to understand as the generationally rumoured (and yet to be proven) widespread group called “women”. The thing with our African men is that, if you want to try to understand them, going through Cosmopolitan Magazines and gathering as much horoscopes as possible is not going to help, because those people do not know what this species is about as well! Heck, I know that Steve Harvey does not have the answers either.

Before this sounds like another one of those “feminist goes after men’s heads” article, let me try to prove my point, then you can think whatever you want to think. I’m an African woman who has been around a lot of “evolved” African men. I say “evolved”, because what they prance around in as being modern is actually pretence, faking the look of the Westernized version of the modern man, but this is not a case of “fake it ‘till you make it”. There is a conflict of interest, because unlike the Western man, he has cultural obligations to observe, many of which aren’t physically demanding, but are rather embedded in his psyche, a mental directive passed down from generations of African men. Most of these mental guides go against the modern man approach, and it is because of that, that the pretence starts, and the conflict of interest grows.

For example, the African man has always been a fighter, a warrior, some sort of provider of protection, due to the history of our people. Instinctively, he finds it necessary to protect whoever is around him, so when these headstrong men meet the modern woman, who is capable of getting herself out of trouble, they begin to feel intimidated. I promise you, a guy reading the statement above just gave me a sigh and probably rolled their eyes, modern men right? Then went on to convince themselves that self-secure women, financially; emotionally; spiritually and culturally are sexy, thinking as though I was referring to some Blond girl having a Blond girl moment, but I’m talking about any other average woman, who isn’t going through conflicts of interest within herself, and is content with what she can give and what she wants to receive.

Along with being warriors, the best in the world actually (there’s a compliment), they are master chasers, keyword: persistence. Courtship with an African man is exhilarating (another compliment). I was reading an autobiography early during this year called ‘The Heart Of A Woman’ by the late, great Dr Maya Angelou, and in it, there was apart where she spoke of how she met her African husband during the ‘60s. He introduced himself as Vusumzi Make, a PAC representative from South Africa, at that time. When they’d initially met, Maya was already engaged, this didn’t stop Vusumzi from pursuing her. In one of their conversations, Make said to Maya: “When you see your bloody fiancé, tell him that I’m after you and that with me every day is Saturday night and I’m black and I’m dangerous” This is no mafia talk, just a display of persistence, needless to say she married him and they moved to Egypt in the months that followed. The modern man on the other hand, is told that showing obvious persistence is too “thirsty” in today’s lingo, calling it a desperate move, so the guy is cautioned to give as little away as possible during the chase, patting to sleep the apex predator within. How has it been working out fellas?

But,  the one thing I respect the most about the African man is that he is a builder, a mighty one at that, because as far and obvious as it is, this entire world was built on their backs and through their powerful hands. They have crafted monuments that have stood the test of time, built legacies, from fear being replaced by boldness, and have made decisions that sacrifice their lives for the sake of those they love enough to protect with their bodies. The sad thing is that, the young African men growing up in these times, have no immediate access and understanding of the African dynasty, the power of African kingdoms of old, and because of that, they have stopped building, and all they do is either complain, or pick a comfortable corner to congregate with their fellow men and wallow over their misfortune, throwing endless pity parties, and continuing on referring to themselves as “disadvantaged”

While on the outside looking in, I can see how the distorted notion of being a man has been passed down from our previously oppressed forefathers, who were forced into abandoning their ways of thinking and acting for those of their white oppressors. For the longest time, they have looked to them for lessons on manhood, from how to dress, talk, react and embrace. They have shunned how interestingly dangerous they are, powerful and not forceful, because force is only injected by cowards, something far removed from the revered African warrior. I believe that the moment African men stop indirectly apologizing for being “African” by ignoring their roots, through the reconciliation of their heritage and sense of self, that they can truly evolve, showing more signs of a proud African man, than not.

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These Are My Ancestors!! By Moshibudi Thatego Madia

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Me: hey, these are my ancestors

Ancestors: (waving)

Growing up in a devout Christian family, talks of ancestors were scarce, basically non-existent. I was made to believe that ancestors meant demi gods, and they were around, if acknowledged, to challenge God’s authority, which I heard from Sunday school meant that I was calling for disciplinary action from the heavens in the from of a lightning bolt, and hearing that left my little mind fried, deterred completely from acknowledging anything outside of my Christian faith.

Now, fully confident in my journey with God, I’m comfortable to say that I’m a black woman, with black traces and a black ancestry, plus, I got to find out that the tale of the “lighting wrath of God”, was stuff Sunday school teachers tell kids to keep them quiet during teachings, and I can tell you this, it worked. Growing more and more in my “Africanism” I’m being introduced to my ancestors. I understand now that ancestors represent to me, long passed down mannerisms, conduct and communal observations, that not only separate traditions from each other, but also strengthens relations among members of the same tribe, giving each of us a place we can belong, sharing in the pride of our individuality. So, my mother has been my compass throughout this journey, in fact she is the reason I’m on it. She has let me in on a few things that need to be observed between my ancestors and I the older I get, because, in her words, it makes for more well rounded life, ones African background cannot be avoided.

Here are a few things that have stuck with me since my journey into the African spiritual society.

  1. You can’t wear the clothes of a deceased family member, without having gone through a cleansing ceremony. Not wearing dead people’s clothes for me was a no brainer, because that to me just looked weird, uncomfortable, invasive and unsanitary. After a few rounds of washing, maybe..
  1. You can’t attend the funeral of your sidepiece. Ayeye!! No matter how close you were, or to what extent your “relations” were public knowledge, you can’t go to the funeral, because apparently you’ll be incurring the anger of the ancestors, who’ll take an executive decision to strike you dead. Ouch.
  1. While in a relationship, the guy shouldn’t be home when the body of the girls parent is brought home from the morgue, before the burial. The guy can only be around before and after the body has entered the gate, anytime in between you’ll be stricken down, dead.
  1. When your ex dies, you must get cleansed. I asked how long ago an ex does this rule apply, and I got the “ancestors don’t work with time scales”, because they don’t keep time, we have to keep check of ALL exes, and order a cleanse for each one that bites the dust, to wash of any bad mojo. So much for breaking up. 5.If siblings share a man, and he impregnates one of them, the other sister shouldn’t be there when the child is born. If the first cry of the baby is heard by the other (not pregnant) sister, she’ll immediately drop dead or run mad. The guy you ask? Oh nothing happens to him
  1. Apparently, ancestors have zero chill, so be careful when addressing them. The things they tolerated while in the physical, they have no tolerance for now, so addressing them has to be cautiously observed. It is important to address them using clan names and animal totems. Tradition must be observed.

After continuously seeing shows like “Utatako” and “Khumbul’ekhaya”, and hearing about people looking for family members so that they can be connected to their ancestors, makes you think that maybe there is more to being African than the language you speak or the color of your skin, but that a deeper sacred bond exists, and it’s that concept that fascinates me the most, and inversely injects shades of depth to my life journey. Want to learn, to save our traditions from being marginalized to the point of complete removal. In knowing them, we can talk about them, amend them where necessary, but importantly share them with generations to come, holding close our individuality. Plus, they make for great conversation pieces.

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Girls 101 #it’s hard out here for a b*tch… By Moshibudi Thatego Madia

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Everyone knows the saying :”walk a mile in my shoes”, well I say not just any shoes, but 8 inch high stilettos owned by a bad b*tch. The world, and by that I mean men, can never really understand what it is to be a woman until they hear our stories. So this piece isn’t about how ‘things’ can be done, or a ‘we are crying out’ article, it is just about walking a day, because anything more than that men would crawl into a fetal position and weep endlessly, in our shoes, boobs and all. I’m going to cover 5 key things, we, ladies have to deal with daily. Get ready.

  • Courtship.

As ladies, historically speaking, women, in terms of courtship were the prey and men, the predator. Those principles were passed on to us today. The gist of it though today is we have become empowered to switch the roles up just a bit. We don’t keep our heads down and wait for a man to pick us from the row of virgins, we flirt now, and flirt hard. The downside is, men have sadly not caught up with the flirt game, I mean no matter how many times I flick my hair, laugh, or touch his shoulder, all he’s thinking is “and my ninjas didn’t think I’m funny, I’m slaying”, no boo, I’m flirting, hint hint! let’s get together. But there is a very fine line between flirting and trying to get rid of you. When I laugh at your jokes but am walking away at the same time, or my body is positioned in such a way that I have my back to you, then I’m trying to get rid of you, but once my body language changes and I touch you, ANYWHERE while talking, laughing and not walking away, then that means that I have you in my sights, and I’m coming in for the kill.
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  • Intercourse.

Ever wondered why ladies ‘catch feelings’ after having sex? Even a one night stand? Well, it’s not because we are weak, for your information, but because our bodies are programmed that way. During intercourse, women release a love hormone called oxytocin, were aside from catching feelings, it helps us to enjoy the ‘tango’. Oxytocin is also released when a mother breastfeeds her child, this is what leads to the phenomenal bond between mother and child.

  • Menstruation.

Fellas, before you close your eyes, shut your ears and start yelling “lalala”, understand that you would’ve proven my point exactly, you can’t hang with us! On a serious note though, menstruation is a celebration of womanhood, because it signals health and fertility, and every period should be acknowledged as such, even though it may feel like a serrated sword is driven in and out your body for days on end, and you get super snippy, it should be celebrated, oh and guys, identify the signs and stay out of the line of fire.

  • Sexual harassment.

There is a fine, and I mean very fine a line between paying a lady a compliment and just being inappropriate. Over the years there has been an increase in sexual harassment complaints at University institutions, by female students, about male lecturers most of whom get away with the harassment, and continue to torment other vulnerable students. Personally, I have experienced such in the past two years, and on my quest for justice and to shame him, the opposite was the result. He still lectures me today. I’ve been exchanging experiences with other girls who’ve fallen victim of men riding the chariot of power over their dignity, and they have expressed how deep the trauma has cut them. Imagine the conflict within yourself, you need your lecturer to give you advice and clear your confusion, but you are scared of him, and even more so to be left alone with him. Many ladies say that they find themselves failing the course despite putting in the work, and when they approach their lecturer, he uses that as ammunition to get them to do the things they don’t want to do to change their situation. It’s really disgusting and the fight for justice is not for the faint hearted.

  • Booty ogling.

If guys aren’t checking out our décolletage, then they are checking out our booty! I know music videos have made it seem cool to stare at our booty while we are looking right at you, and even have the audacity to make a cheap comment about it, the truth is, we don’t really like that. We may smile and flack you off, but the things we are holding ourselves back from saying are foul. Don’t get me mistaken, we don’t hate you checking us out, we check guys out all the time, but do we stare, licking our lips and twirling our hair? No, but in our minds, it’s going down. Pop culture as made the booty a centerpiece of celebration, we don’t mind, just stop with the ogling already! We know what we’re working with.

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These make up only 0.001% of the things women deal with on a daily basis, but we are not complaining, just indirectly humble bragging, juggling so many balls in the air and managing to stay fabulous at the same time. You cannot compete with us.

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OUR OPPRESSOR STILL LIVES… By Moshibudi Thatego Madia

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He walks our streets,

Has our ears.

He speaks in our tongue,

Condemns any foreign stunts.

Reincarnated,

He bears our mark,

The African mark of oppression,

Of segregation,

Of condemnation,

Of a tainted history.

He has traded in his whip,

For his own tongue,

Releasing lash after lash,

Of words that leave my people cursed.

Spitting venom, words that burn the very fiber of our scored society.

He parades around in my people’s clothes

Swears it’s a sign of a shared struggle,

Yet covers the Rolex he wears,

The Mercedes he has,

Sky high private jets,

While my children still walk kilometers to school.

He has traded in his segregationist methods

For tyrannical chants,

Sung the country over.

Chant after chant,

My people grow restless,

Chant after chant,

My people grip tighter their shackles

One more chant…

 

Our freedom evades us.

Our oppressor has taken from us

The gift of our forefathers,

The gift of freedom,

Of choice,

Of a returned glory.

Our oppressor isn’t a foreign man.

Our oppressor is our brother.

Our father.

Them that once fought for the glory of the black man,

Because the demon of greed

Has strangled him to insanity,

And that insanity,

Is tearing my people apart.

Away from their glory.

Maibuye ngempela i’Africa

A e boye ka nnete Africa

Let Africa really return to its people.
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Rhythmic Hallucinations Of Love #VDay… By Moshibudi Thatego Madia

It’s amazing how love goes

What it evokes

How it erupts

How it engulfs

How it expands

Just how it extends

It’s amazing how love teaches

What it relates

About patience

About kindness

About oneness

It’s amazing how love is making me

feel

What it’s awakened

These vibrations

Oscillations

All tingly

Whimsy

Soothing

Palpitations

Rhythmic

Psychedelic

Acoustics

Beautiful ballads

Beautiful ballads

Our love

Is a beautiful ballad.

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GIVE ME ALL YOU'VE GOT #VDay… By Moshibudi Thatego Madia

 

Your eyes promise me attention

Your smile, affection

Your laughter promises adventure

Your words are like sweet nectar

You have me captivated

Mesmerized

Fixated

Smitten

Overtaken

Your embrace promises endless moments of sheer romance

Moments I want to explore

I want you to step up

I need you to

That we may relish

In full disclosure

With no composure

And just dwell in absolute splendor

That is, the magic we create

I want to reveal to you

The promise of my adoration

Without fear

Without any doubt

If you’ll allow me.

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INTIMACY "Shhh I Want You" … By Moshibudi Thatego Madia #vdayspecial

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I want those

Late night

Spooned up

So tight

Type of evenings

Those

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WHATSAPP ME INSTEAD, I’VE GOT THE PERFECT EMOJI :) … By Moshibudi Thatego Madia

There is something non organic about having long, face to face conversations now, if we do wind up conversing on a physical basis, then we make it as short and as ‘to the point’, as we can. Bearing the statement above in mind, many people have concluded that the art and pleasure of true conversation is dead, that we are all hiding behind our electronic devices, hoping to stay in touch. Although this, not all though, just portions of it, may be true, the real truth is that the world is advancing, and a change in times calls for a change in conduct. Although certain traditional mannerisms that have molded our moral fabric as society, like how one addresses an elder, how you share bad or good news with family and courtship, are encouraged to stay the same, all the other things won’t.

Here’s a scenario: you’re standing in a long line at the bank, it’s a hot, clear sky summer’s day, and the air conditioner isn’t turned on. There’s a mother carrying her child on her back behind you, and a man reeking of alcohol in front of you. The child on the mother’s back behind you is getting restless and stars crying, the man in front of you begins to engage the mother, asking her what has the child upset You are in between all this back and forth, and contemplate leaving, but you really need to get to the front of the line. You have three choices, (a) join the conversation, it will help you pass the time, (b) ignore both of them and secretly wish they end the conversation or (c) find a suitable Rihanna bitch better have my money meme and a “when the lines at the bank tryna keep me away *inserts money emoji *inserts frustrated emoji *inserts running man emoji” status. What would you do? I don’t know about you, but I’m all over (c), not only would I do all that, but I’d also go through my contacts, bother anyone who wishes to be bothered by me about it.
I’ll give them a detailed description of everything, they’d swear they were in the bank with me. Social media has opened a world of possibilities, we no longer have to endure those painful weather related conversations, or listen to someone complaining endlessly about things that don’t even matter to us, or, you know those times when you want to explain how you’re feeling but just don’t have the words to say without sounding whiny? Now you can, emojis baby! TGFE! Then, when I don’t feel like talking, I can just browse through without responding to any messages, keep that unbearable conversationalist at bay by blocking them, and staying in touch with the people that matter to you, staying in touch has never been easier! The art of conversation has morphed, into quirky memes, bold statuses and frequently shared pictures, ‘keeping up’ isn’t just reserved for the Kardashians anymore, we are keeping up with each other too, by sending a little “hey you”, every now and again, just to say I’m thinking about you.

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This Is For My Sisters… By Moshibudi Thatego Madia

 


I grew up in a very tight knit family, we had each others backs, and because of that, the very first principle of conduct I was taught was loyalty. My bodys’ posture has always been in such a way that I’d always look like I was protecting my younger sisters, as the first born child. I didn’t mind, after all I  knew nothing outside of being loyal to those I was taught to protect. My hands would be out, so that I can feel them near me, and my neck and head up, so that I can see what they can’t and speak up for them when they can’t, it was my job.

In growing up, we literally did everything together, from schools, to songs, and finding the things we dislike, we’ve always been three peas in one pod. But the dynamics of our relationship morphed with growth, and the sibling rivalry sometimes gets extremely volatile,were I know for sure that we find ourselves looking at each other and think “who are you”. It is because of this reason that I’m dedicating this piece to my sisters, Dimpho and Mathabo Madia, from my heart. Heads up, it’s about to get sappy.

I have known no appreciation in my life, more than that I have for both of you. I remember a conversation I had, and the man said that a bond shared by siblings is one that is formed in the stars, and solidified then siblings finally meet. He said that the bond is as delicate as it is strong, and that only all siblings, when finally opening themselves up to loving each other, that the bond can come to a full bloom. When he told me all these things I thought we was telling stories about the stars and chemical bonds, but after pondering on his words, I realized that he was talking about the power of love,love in its purest form. I remember growing up, how our mother would scold us for fighting and say that at the end of the day, our sisterhood is all we have, no matter what, we have each others backs


I have met many different people, and some put me in a daze, a trance, so strong that I began to believe that they were to me what you were failing to be, but nature has remained resilient in reminding me the greatest lesson it instilled in me from birth, that loyalty by blood has bound us forever, and because of that, your love will always be true, your kindness sincere and your ability to have my back bulletproof. Life has taught me to appreciate you. The truth of the matter is,now my protector role is moving away from me,  and at first, I had no idea how to deal with it, I mean, the thing I’d known all my life, was no longer necessary, and I found it difficult to define myself in our dynamic,until I realized that I had done all protecting I could for one lifetime, in the way you now protect me, and I understand now that we are flowing solely on the wave of sisterhood, and I love it.

So I want to write in electronic ink on the pages of the all engulfing and infinitely showcasing internet, that years later, when words fail me or  you just get tired of my lip, and its forever yapping nature, know that I appreciate you my dearest, I thank God for allowing you two to be my bestest friends, my confidence, my spy buddies, my couch potato mates,my odd midnight conversation enthusiasts, my dream catchers, my realest cheerleaders, my truest love, my sisters.

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I Have Decided To Not Wait For Any Man To Inject Worth In My Life… By Moshibudi Thatego Madia (LEAKED)


TELL ME SWEET NOTHINGS BOO BOO…

I’m a hardcore romance enthusiast, from the cheesy, to the old school all the way to the new school, I’m infatuated by the theory of sparks flying and love the concept behind chemistry. Thing about being like me is that, the quest for that gag inducing romance is that, people watch movies, then use the cheesy one liners on oblivious people like me, then shit hits the fan pretty soon.

My fascination with the fairy-tale romance was ignited indeed by the fairy-tales my mom read for my sisters and I every night. I would close my eyes and see the Prince come riding on a white horse, thorough the fog to save the damsel in distress. It ignited a belief in me, that if someone really wants to be with you, they will do whatever it takes. Needless to say, I haven’t always kept to my beliefs. But because life is about coming back to yourself, to find yourself, I have not only embraced my romance-indulgence, but I’m smart about it now.

“life is about coming back to yourself, to find yourself”

So let me cut to the chase, I meet a lot of guys who try their luck with me, if not me, then with the ladies I’m around, and it’s during those interactions were you’ll see that guys watch romcoms!! The one liners that are supposed “panty droppers” are scattered left, right and centre, either about the eyes, or remarks fishing for a kiss, I mean COME ON! So when I roll my eyes and let out a sigh, guy here thinks I’m playing hard to get, while the truth of the matter is that, you can’t insinuate to be in a game with me, without my knowledge, now you’re running mad. This may sound a tad harsh, but my truth is my truth, telling me that I’m beautiful, that you like me, that you have plans for me is nothing but just cheap, non binding, meaningless words, especially if we’ve just met.

“you can’t insinuate to be in a game with me, without my knowledge”

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CONVERSATION WITH A LEGEND… By Moshibudi Thatego Madia

Monrovia, LIBERIA: (FILES) A child soldier wearing a teddy bear backpack points his gun at a photographer in a street of Monrovia 27 June 2003 where Liberian President Charles Taylor's forces took control of the city. At the iniatitve of French Foreign Minister Philippe Douste-Blazy, France will host 05 and 06 February 2007 in Paris an international conference on children involved in armed forces and armed groups called "Let US Free the Children of War". Co-presided by Philippe Douste-Blazy and Ann M. Veneman, executive director of UNICEF, and in the presence of Radhika Coomaraswamy, the UN secretary-general?s special representative for children in armed conflict, the conference will bring together representatives of nearly 60 countries, including many ministers, the European Union, many international organizations, including the United Nations, and representatives of civil society, in particular former child soldiers and NGO leaders active on the ground.  AFP PHOTO FILES GEORGES GOBET (Photo credit should read GEORGES GOBET/AFP/Getty Images)

He told tales…
Sad tales of the black child.
He spoke of how he was shackled,
Chained and sold.
He related to me
Stories of slavery,
How the black child went from
Being king,
To a servant,
Even though he once ruled
And lavished in his pride,
For royalty sake of his kingdom, Africa.

He took me on a journey,
Far over centuries,
Well out of time,
Outside the bounds of our realm.
I saw things I’d never seen,
I heard things I’d never heard,
I felt things I’d never felt.
I saw death
I heard  cries
And I was petrified.

I saw more and more and more death.
The black child disgraced,
Stripped,
Shot,
Hanged,
Whipped
Yet, even more and more and more black children were born.
Each stronger than the ones before
They were brave.
And they fought back.
Against the system,
Against the whip slinger,
Against the nigger caller,
Against the kaffer commander,
Because he was told that he was a king.
He was told this because the ones before never forgot.

The legend said that our escapades weren’t for sheer entertainment,
He said that he needed to remind me, a black child
Of my ancestors’ story.
To show me that
For as long as the black child lives
A struggle will always lurk.
But, for as  long as the struggle lurks
My ancestry has fortified me
And boldness resides in me.
Adequate enough to fight
And find with all my might.

Then he asked
“What are you fighting for child?’
Before I could answer,
My vision cleared
And my eyes opened to the view of the ceiling,
With my mouth open
And tears streaming down my cheeks.
It was all a dream….

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BUT REALLY THOUGH? WHY ARE YOU SO GRUMPY? #moneymonday By Moshibudi Thatego Madia

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Ever walked into a place and tried asking for help but rather than getting what you were looking for, you were met by a cold response? I find that this happens a lot with public administrators, and by this I mean people whose job is to help other people. So if you’re paid to help me, why do you then get frustrated, impatient and really grumpy when I come to you for help?

I remember a friend of mine once told me the story about how she was mugged, that even during the incident; she tried fighting the perpetrator off, but failed. She then ran to the nearest security booth to report the incident but was told off by all four security guards, three of which were women. They told her that she was letting cold air into their booth (the incident took place during the winter season) because they had a heater on, and that she was disturbing their tea, one even went as far as asking her what she had done to get mugged! Long story short, they never moved a muscle.

After hearing her story I began to wonder if they were a bunch of lazy security guards or were just having a bad day. Truth is mood swings should have absolutely nothing to do with what you’re paid to do, because you knew what you were getting yourself into.

“The hardest jobs are the easiest to get” Barack Obama

I was inspired to write this article after I also got my fair share of disappointing snarling looks, snippy comments and finger pointing that wasn’t helpful at all, from people who were meant to clear my confusion. I get that if you’re hungry you get snippy, but they can’t be hungry all the time right? Barrack Obama said it best while addressing the Ferguson saga, that the hardest jobs are the easiest to get, referring to occupations pertaining to security, healthcare and education. This means that more and more people occupy these jobs not because of passion, but because they just need a source of income. So I guess the grumpy attitude could be a sign of how miserable they are, because they’re not doing something they love, or they could really just be hungry, what do I know?

By Moshibudi Thatego Madia

If Knowing You Means I Cripple Myself, Then No Hard Feelings, But I'd Rather Not Know You At All… By Moshibudi Thatego Madia

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Too many people are always stuck between doing things for others or themselves, and not because they want what’s best for the other party, but rather because they are scared to fully reveal themselves. They’d rather go by, for years, being cast under someone else’s shadow.

One Saturday morning, I was sitting in a lecture hall waiting for the lecturer to call my name so that I can go up and say my piece. In between the waiting and watching everybody else present, I noticed that for many of my colleagues, they’d get to the front, eye their friends then laugh their presentation through. I was left wondering, what’s so funny? And if there isn’t anything funny, then why are you laughing??

They laughed because their friends were laughing, even though the person was prepared, the mere depiction of how really ready they were would thrown the rest of the observing friends. This was not a matter of sharing a nervous laugh, but rather choosing to sabotage yourself by keeping your work mediocre, because the rest of your ‘cool’ friends are, you have to remind yourself that you can’t confuse them with the real you. This continued for the entire 7 hours we were there. But it wasn’t the first time I’d seen such behavior. The truth is, there are many, many people who would rather live a double life, rather than their own. Now, my questions are, how much more of your priceless life are you willing to give away so cheaply? What good is that? We want so badly to be liked by someone that drowning ourselves for their sake, just so they never know just how different we are is not a problem. I wrote this article not it’s never happened to me, but rather because I managed to find my feet and my voice, escaping the grip of society, the need to be the loudest voice, because in the clique’s that’s cool, the need to cause the biggest scene, because the clique stunts like that, the need to feel like doing things you know aren’t you but rather what the clique makes you out to be.

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My mother always says that you are the best YOU, you can ever be, for the longest time, I didn’t understand that, until I decided to know myself, and begin to embrace what I like. So, stop your role as the free and exploited double agent, heck, if you’re going to do something so time and energy consuming, at least get paid for it right? My last question then I’ll be out of your hair, are the people around you holding you back or embracing your uniqueness? If not, then are those hyenas worth caging the lion in you?

 

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WHY, WHEN I SCREAMED, YOU NEVER CAME OUT TO HELP ME??? By Moshibudi Thatego Madia

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I’m one of those people who, today, still endure listening to the stories told by my parents about how everybody in the neighborhood knew everybody, and that the area was as safe and peaceful as can be. These stories seemed to always prove the essence of ‘ubuntu’, one principle my mother worked to instill in my sisters and I. It’s funny how I, in my growth, believed that just as much as my mother taught me about ubuntu, then so did everyone’s mother, something happened to me that woke me up for my oblivion. Read More …

Say Hello To The Good Old Me … By Moshibudi Thatego madia

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SAY HELLO TO THE GOOD OLD YOU.

With every new thing, plans to sustain it have to be made, just like moving from one year to the next. The blessed transition into 2015 is one that is followed by bucket loads of resolutions.

In my younger years, having New Year’s resolutions was important; even though I really didn’t understand how binding they were I continued to make them, so that I’d have something to say when I get asked:”what’s your new year’s resolution?” But with age, time and faulty; uncompleted resolutions, comes wisdom. I genuinely feel like I’ve come up with the solution to the pressure of resolution making. The answer is that we are not perfect, therefore we can’t set perfect resolutions, we need to come to a point where we realize that resolutions aren’t the gauge to measure how successful we’ve been in that year, but rather they are a way of encouraging goal setting. Read More …

I don’t have a colonial name, so Home Affairs won’t be seeing my face anytime soon #ChangeYourColonialName

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The world is abuzz discussing racial issues, from racism; cultural appropriation and colourism, and it is about damn time!!! South Africa is also sitting up on the table to discuss racial issues as personally experienced here. We are a group of people that have been segregated, and cautioned to remain within the confines of “what makes everybody happy” for many, many years, over 600 years to be correct. Black people in South Africa have, amazingly, lost ALL chill on racial issues, and I say amazingly because for the longest time, black South Africans have been so uncomfortable to discuss race, racism and the tug of war it has created between African culture and modern society. BUT! It’s all turning on its head. Read More …

Blessed is the man a REAL WOMAN finds to love…

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By virtue of our nature, women are nurturers, a trait that through the generations has been confused for weakness while it actually is one of our greatest traits ever. Read More …

MAJOR KEY ALERT! POWERFUL STRONG WOMEN COMING THROUGH… #WomensDay

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In the spirit of all things “women” this woman’s month, I felt like going through the pages of our history to find and celebrate remarkable women who’ve stood against the odds that threatened to consume them and did the Read More …