Showing posts with label Winter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Winter. Show all posts

Tuesday, 6 August 2013

Who are you going to vote for?




We all know how things become when its election time, lot of similar promises from different parties and less delivery at times. But a moment of truth is coming once again where we elect people to lead us, but we finds our selves caught in the hub, where we feel that we have to be loyal in the certain party and still need service delivery.  Let’s see what happened in the past five years, after the elections.
  • We have seen people in Marikana being killed by officers in Rusternberg.
  • We’ve seen toilets saga in Cape Town and poo dumping in public areas like airport and one of the biggest roads in Cape Town.
  • Education system is Limpompo and Eastern Cape and book saga in Limpompo
  • Nelson Mandela’s family financial battle
  • BaThembu
  • Gupta family landing in a military air base

Possible parties to look up to in the next year’s elections.
ANC
DA
COPE
AGANG
Economic Freedom Fighters (EFF),
UDM
Most of these parties haven’t gotten a chance to prove that they can do the job. Lets start with ANC.
They started with a bang  but lost it along the way.
DA- who took over Western Cape by storm managed to do a lot in a short space of time, but kind of failed to deliver to everyone, according to Khayelitsha people.
AGANG- a new party formed by respected person, with dignified integrity, with a promising future, but it is likely that people will not belive in it from the the beginning.
COPE- The only party that was capable of taking down ANC at that time but became greedy and South Africans lost hope in it.

And we also have a knew kid in the block, the Economic Freedom Fighter,
unlike the most anti-Malema, I think Julius Malema, stands a fighting chance at the polls next year.
He is a very popular guy, who speaks his mind,even if he had to be punished for it and people are likely to recognise him, and vote for him, despite the crimes he's accused of. People are looking for a voice, they intend to forget about the other things and focus where they want to focus, which is for them to be heard most of the times.

It is not a secret that most of the people are angry at ANC and its members, so it will be a great revenge to vote for someone who they excluded.

He stands for something that all working class South African want, even though we saw in the past that he doesn't do what he says, but it is likely that he will eventually gain popularity.

The choice is your

Who are you going to vote for next year.

Friday, 31 August 2012

Democracy, it is


Because of democracy that i trekked anywhere I want, with no fear,
Nor anxiety, with full confidence that I belong to it, because many suffered,
And were tortured for the privileges I have today.
Many fought, few survived and the rest took credit for the dead can’t speak
Nor breathe.
Call me a survivor but I’ve done nothing, worship me, and celebrate my days
With joyful songs but I was never restrained nor told what to do.

It is because of democracy that I can speak freely, allow enclosure dance into
 The tiles of my own civilised floor, that I carried, shared and save it for the last dance.
Don’t blame it on me, but
It is because of democracy that African Nation is demonised, filled with anger,
It is the reason that I live in a small box, covered with hood,
Humiliated, discomfited self-conscious,
Sharing privacy and joined with insufficiency to carry the journey
And still smile that i belong into a warm community.

It is because of deficiency that we are joined in one circus, blinded by mist
In the veld,
 Reveries no longer occur; sometimes she thinks she will wake up
This will be a nightmare, but here I am
The mist has gone, but the perspective remain,
The roots have replanted
With free body’s, slaves in mind
Now the grass is brown, for the winter has taken over
....to be continued

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