BORN, BREAD AND BUTTERED IN WESTBURY

Westbury

I RECENTLY HAD A SKYPE MEETING WITH MY MENTOR AND SISTER KAISA OSOLA AND WE CHATTED ABOUT THE IDEA OF WRITING POSTS ABOUT LIVING IN WESTBURY, NON FICTION, REAL LIFE STORIES THAT INSPIRE AND INFORM.

I THOUGHT ABOUT IT FOR 24 HOURS AND ON MY WAY TO ORANGE FARM, IT FINALLY DAWNED ON ME, LIKE A RAINDROP FROM THE NOW, GREY SKY.

WE’RE CURRENTLY EXPERIENCING WARFARE IN OUR COMMUNITY, DRUG RIVALS HAVE MADE OUR STREETS A BATTLEFIELD. NOT ONLY HAVE THEY INFESTED OUR COMMUNITY WITH DRUGS BUT THEY’VE ROBBED MANY INNOCENT PEOPLE OF THEIR LIVES, THEY’VE TAKEN BROTHERS, FATHERS AND SONS, AWAY FROM THEIR FAMILIES. JUST LAST WEEK I HEARD THAT MY FRIEND HAD LOST HIS COUSIN, AN INNOCENT MAN WHO LIVED A SIMPLE, HONEST LIFE. HE DIDN’T DESERVE TO DIE LIKE A BLOODY DOG ON THE CORNER OF KRETZSCHMAR STREET. THERE ISN’T ONE PRAYER MEETING THAT GOES BY WITHOUT HEARING ABOUT A MOTHER WHOSE CRYING OUT FOR HELP BECAUSE HER SON IS HOOKED ON DRUGS.

WHERE IS LAW ENFORCEMENT IN ALL OF THIS? I HONESTLY DON’T KNOW. YOU CONSTANTLY HEAR ABOUT LAW ENFORCEMENT RAIDING HOMES, SCHOOLS AND IMPRISONING DEALERS BUT LATER THAT WEEK YOU HEAR THAT THESE PEOPLE HAVE BEEN SET FREE FOR CRIMES THAT THEIR GUILTY OF. THEY RAIDED A LADY’S HOUSE NOT FAR FROM MINE, THEY FOUND DRUGS IN ONE OF THE ROOMS, THEY CUFFED THE OWNER OF THE HOUSE, SHE’S INNOCENT, SHE HAD NO IDEA THAT HER SON WAS MAKING A SMOKKELHUIS OUT OF HER HOME.

DON’T THESE DRUG DEALERS REALIZE THAT THEY’RE LITERALLY SNIFFING OUR GENERATION AWAY? THERE’S MARCHES AGAINST THE DRUG DEALERS , POLICE TIP-OFFS AND STILL NO CHANGE. AUNTY SAYS THAT THE ARMY NEEDS TO COME IN, “DIT SAL HELP”.

THERE’S SO MUCH DREAMS WAITING TO HAPPEN, OPPORTUNITIES TO BETTER OUR COMMUNITY, GREAT PEOPLE-STEVEN PIENAAR, MRS FLORRIE DANIELS, THE PRINCIPALS OF OUR SCHOOLS, LOCALS- WORKING HARD TO CLEAR OUR COMMUNITY OF A REPUTATION TARNISHED BY PEOPLE OUTSIDE OF OUR COMMUNITY.

FACT: WESTBURY IS A GOLD MINE WORTH INVESTING, A PLACE OF DREAMS, A PLACE RICH IN HISTORY, A COMMUNITY BUILT ON FAITH AND A STRONG BELIEF IN GOD.

SO THIS IS OUR CRY FOR HELP, GOD HELP US, RID OUR COMMUNITY OF THIS WARFARE, SEND PEOPLE TO ATTEND TO OUR COMMUNITY. AMEN.

16 Days of Activism for No Violence Against Women and Children

IN SOUTH AFRICA WE COMMEMORATE

16 DAYS OF ACTIVISM FOR NO VIOLENCE AGAINST WOMEN AND CHILDREN

THIS IS A CAMPAIGN INSTITUTED BY OUR GOVERNMENT OPPOSING VIOLENCE AGAINST OUR WOMEN AND CHILDREN. THE MOTIVE OF THIS CAMPAIGN IS TO ERADICATE VIOLENCE AGAINST WOMEN AND CHILDREN AND TO RAISE AWARENESS THAT WILL BRING SOCIETY TO REALIZATION THAT VIOLENCE AGAINST WOMEN AND CHILDREN ROBS A NATION OF IT’S FUTURE.

FOR TOO LONG HAVE WE TURNED THE OTHER CHEEK, FOR TOO LONG HAVE WE WATCHED OUR STEP DAD’S BEAT OUR MOM’S UP, FOR TOO LONG HAVE WE GOSSIPED ABOUT THE NEIGHBOR WHO GOT RAPED FOR WEARING A MINI SKIRT THAT “LEAD HIM ON”, FOR TOO LONG HAVE WE LOOKED THE OTHER WAY WHEN OUR FRIEND’S BOYFRIEND GAVE HER A “BLOU OOG” BECAUSE SHE WAS BEING FRIENDLY TO SOME GUY.

WHEN WILL IT STOP?

 

 

 

THE SMELL OF MY CHILDHOOD NEVER FADES

SO MANY YEARS HAVE PASSED AND YET IT SEEMS LIKE IT WAS ONLY YESTERDAY ,THAT I RAN THROUGH THE STREETS OF WESTBURY, BAREFOOT WITH NO CARE IN THE WORLD. RECENTLY I’VE BEEN THINKING A LOT ABOUT MY CHILDHOOD MEMORIES, THEY SEEM TO FORCE THEMSELVES INTO MY MIND LIKE LIGHTNING FLASHES.

I REMEMBER THIS ONE PARTICULAR DAY, THE SUN WAS BLAZING HOT,WITH A LIGHT BREEZE OF WIND. KOEKOE AND I DECIDED THAT WE WERE GOING TO PLAY “POPPEHUISIE”,WHICH IS KNOWN TO MANY AS DOLLY HOUSE. WE NEEDED A VENUE AND EVENTUALLY ENDED UP UNDER AN OLD TABLE IN THE YARD, WHICH HER UNCLE AND HIS FRIENDS USED TO PLAY DOMINO’S ON, SO THEY MIGHT NEED IT LATER. WITH OUR HOUSE IN PLACE,WHICH WAS THE TABLE, WE THEN NEEDED FOOD,SO WE WENT SHOPPING FOR SWEETS,CHOEPAS(ICED JUICE) AND CRISP(OUMA TANDE TO BE EXACT).

WITH THE SHOPPING DONE,WE CREPT INTO OUR LITTLE HOME AND STARTED IMITATING OUR PARENTS. WE ALWAYS PRETENDED TO BE AUNTIES. OUR IMAGINATION GAME WAS STRONG, WE IMITATED THE AUNTIES ENTIRE BEING, FROM THE WAY THEY DRESSED, SPOKE AND WALKED. ONCE OUR CHARACTERS WERE SORTED WE THAN LOOKED FOR OUR BABIES, WHICH WAS THE BUILDING BRICKS WHICH WE FOUND IN THE YARD.THE BEST THING ABOUT HAVING A BRICK BABY, WAS THE FACT THAT WE MADE THEM CRY WHENEVER WE WANTED THEM TO. NOW WE ALSO KNEW THAT BABIES FELL SOMETIMES BECAUSE THEY WERE SO HEAVY FROM ALL THE SAND COOKIES. SO YOU’D RANDOMLY HEAR OUR BABIES CRYING “NYEEEEE, NYEEE” AND I’D SAY “SHHHH MAMA SE BABY”.

THE ONE THING I MISS THE MOST ABOUT THAT TIME, ABOUT BEING A CHILD, WAS BEING CAREFREE. LIVING EACH DAY WITHOUT ANY STRESS ABOUT WHAT’S TO COME AND KNOWING THAT OUR PARENTS ALWAYS GAVE US THE BEST,EVEN THOUGH IT DIDN’T SEEM LIKE IT AT THAT TIME.

FROM MY WORLD TO YOURS, BYE FOR NOW.

WHAT?

HAVE YOU EVER REACHED A POINT IN YOUR LIFE WHERE YOU’RE AT A LOSS FOR WORDS AND YOU’RE LIKE WHAT?

I HAVE BEEN HAVING A LOT OF WHAT? DAYS RECENTLY. DAYS WHERE WORDS FAIL ME. DAYS THAT FEEL LIKE YOU’RE IN A WHOLE WITH NO ESCAPE, WITH NO EXIT SIGN IN SIGHT. DAYS WHERE YOU DON’T KNOW WHETHER YOU’RE COMING OR GOING?

ON DAYS LIKE THESE I PONDER ON THE ONLY CONSTANT WHICH IS GOD.

NEW BEGINNINGS

LET ME START OFF BY WISHING YOU A HAPPY NEW YEAR, MAY THIS YEAR BE ALL THAT YOU ANTICIPATE IT TO BE. MAY IT BE A YEAR OF DOING, A YEAR WHERE YOU LIVE YOUR LIFE TO THE FULLEST, A YEAR WHERE YOU EXPERIENCE BRAND NEW VENTURES, A YEAR WHERE YOU FALL IN LOVE, A YEAR WHERE YOU SEE THE HAND OF GOD MOVE THROUGH THE PEOPLE YOU SURROUND YOURSELF WITH, A YEAR OF TRAVEL AND A YEAR OF GREAT SUCCESS.

FORGET ABOUT 2015 AND ALL IT’S BAD WEATHER AND FOCUS ON THE PRESENT WHICH IS HERE AND NOW. IN THE WORDS OF THE LATE WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE: “THE BEST IS YET TO COME”… SO PUT YOUR BEST FOOT FIRST OR FORWARD, IT TOTALLY DEPENDS ON YOU.

FROM MY WORLD TO YOURS, IT’S BYE FOR NOW.