Job of colour



With unemployment rate being very high in South Africa,confusion becomes the dominant feeling among the people of this state,more especially among the youth.Many decide to take any job that comes their way as long as they can get a certain amount that will put food on the the table.The majority of  “many” that  I am talking about  are black people.Our brothers and sisters opt for being cleaners,waiters,security workers etc.I am not implying that these kind of jobs are bad.I am just ruling out the fact that these jobs are given to them because they have no choice.They go around with “Any job is fine” mumbling on their lips.

Majority of these people will tell you that they have certain qualifications that ranges from a diploma to Masters degree and so forth.They will tell you that they have sent over 200 job  applications yet they are still unemployed.They will tell you that jobs are being advertised only for formality because cadre deployment has taken over the administration of South Africa.They already know that they cannot get jobs only because they are not comrades.With that being said,they opt for black jobs.By black jobs I mean being a cleaner,a feeder of customers,a security guard,a street vendor and most definitely a criminal that robs others to feed those who are at home.

One will wonder why I have classified these jobs as “black jobs”.I have done this because its rare to find white people having those jobs.Black people have to work extra hard to live a comfortable life.Children of certain races are already well fed even when they are still in their mother’s womb.Everything is hard for black people because the economy is not on their hands.Whats worse is that black people who are at the top are exploiting their own brothers and sisters.Politics are the Aces of public administration.

Are we taking black jobs because the economic power was overlooked during 1994?We ran for democracy that dominated with politics instead of the economy. Policies like Freedom Charter were drafted and adopted but they are not working for black people.A lighter man is still a boss even to this day.Yes there are those who are for us and struggling with us too but the question is will the gates of employment ever be opened for black people?Someone will tell me to stop advocating for employment but for self employment rather but where do we get the resources if our own resources are trapped by the non black society.By non black I am talking about everyone who is against black people.Including those black people who are looking out for themselves.

Job of colour has taken over.Petrol garages are ran by black people on the floor yet owned by a white men.Black vendors are selling vegges on the land that is,as stated in the freedom charter,supposed to be theirs but cant access it because they are being locked out of the success story.Black brothers and sisters are feeding people in restaurants owned by white men because they have no choice.Our people are applying for jobs that already have their candidates.The rate of unemployment has increased and is continuing to increase because the school of thought for going to universities and colleges now is to be on the stats of unemployment.

This on its own is a struggle that is yet to be won.This is a wake up call to the people who are victims of the system.

















feminism and Dating

So many people have totally misunderstood the term “feminism”. It is more worrying when a fellow woman says she is “anti-feminist”. Do realise that she does not say this merely because she is but because she has misunderstood the term. Same applies to certain men. They don’t acknowledge feminism because they think women are in a riot of taking their tittle. They forget that there are two sides on a coin. If we have patriarchy then allow the existence of feminism too. It can only be that fair. Failure to have this means failing to acknowledge and implement “equality”

It is hard for a strong independent woman to have a partner that is not intimidated by her power. Even studies have proven that. This exists more in black society. The root of this problem is ” culture”. Laws get amended and some gets ceased time and again but it seems like culture,which is often referred to as “tradition” will never come to that level. I often hear people say “..because it is our tradition” when I question certain things. It appears more to me as a “system”. Something that is designed  to remain a certain way without being questioned.

Women are getting tired of assuring men that they are not in this feminism circle to steal their tittle. They are getting tired of having to keep up with men who always nurse their patriarchal ego by stepping on their toes. Why is it difficult for men to know and actually believe that she can be a hard working badass woman at work and still come home to be a down to earth obedient partner?

So many people have mistaken feminism as “hate towards men”. Feminists don’t hate men. They actually do love men. Some men believe that a woman does not have to work. They believe that her office is a kitchen. They believe that her work is to bath kids and make sure they eat. Do believe me that one of those kids is a man. Her man. He has to eat too. His clothes must always be ready and clean. Its weird how she is also expected to nurse him in the bedroom. Not because she is in a mood but because she has to take care of her partner.

What if he believed that his woman can actually work and come home to do all these chores with him helping her? What if he believed that he can bath the kids while she is cooking or vise versa? What if he happened to get it when she says “babe today I am tired so can we just cuddle”? What if he believed that she is not the only one who has to strip down and provide satisfaction? What if he believed that sex was made for two and he must provide satisfaction too?What if he believed that she can earn more that him and have no problem? As long as she is obedient about it? What if he knew that even if she is a boss at work,she can still come home and give him a space to be a leader of the house.Not because she can’t be one but because she respects him enough to allow him to be her leader?

What if men stopped using pick up lines like ” I am the one you saw driving this car the other day,I am a director of this firm and I saw you so I ….,my friend who owns this and that wants to speak to you,hey babe this is my friend. The one I said drives this and that”? To be honest this introduction annoys some women.Most feminists are actually attracted by a hardworking man’s struggles. If you have been wondering why your rich lines have not been working on certain women then you got the answer. It is because your are marketing yourself with something that they probably have. You can actually date her without attaching your price tags as a marketing tool.

People need to know that feminism and dating does not contradict or oppose each other. It is up two people to make it work. Same goes to those women who claims they are anti-feminists. They call themselves with this tittle because they settle for what they are given by men. They use this tittle because they are lazy. I don’t have a problem with women who have decided not to work. It’s their decision. They should know that he will get tired of splitting his salary with her when she is not bringing anything to the table. He will get tired if being asked ” why is the table empty” when he is the one who bought that table. I have seen women stay in abusive relationships and marriages just because the abuser is a provider.These women often sugarcoat this abuse by saying ” I am staying only because of our kids” or ” I love him”. They would not be thinking this way if they were feminists.

It’s OK to be a feminist and its super great to date one. Bob Marley once said “emancipate yourself from mental slavery. Non but ourselves can free our minds”. Having quoted that, it is clear that an opposition of feminism and dating can be put to end only if men and women started to nod to the existence of feminism just  as much as they do to patriarchy.

The power behind choosing natural hair

A black child is born, her hair is of course African-ly and black-ishly constructed by God’s natural verdict of granting her a hair harder than that of a white person or a racial mixed person or of course any other racial person except her. She grows up and her parents decide on her behalf that  hair products will be proper for her because they will make her look beautiful and the hair will of course revolve softer, like that of a white person or mixed racial person. She continues to grow up and starts having choices of what to wear and most importantly which hair to maintain. She continues using the heating products. From relaxers as they call them to tools that straighten her hair.

Salon appointments, one after one. Money after money she gives to the hairdresser that has to make sure that the products, from big companies that take money from black people are always available. Relaxing her hair this week, the embarrassing laugh can arise cause appears within two weeks. She has to go back and treat the hair to make it shiny and softer; paying right after that of course. Within a year she has spent over 25 000.Weaves prices are included of course. Of course you must think about the expenses of transport, paying the hairdresser, buying hair foods as they call them to keep the hair well fed everyday. According to her, she has to look that way to maintain her beauty.

Her cousin has natural hair. Not because she cannot afford the weaves and the package that comes with having fake and softer hair but because she is self realised. She is conscious enough to love and respect her hair. The powerful attachment she has with her hair, She wakes up, wash it, comb it and continues to look blackishly beautiful with a big natural hair that looks like the blessings granted to her by the Gods that respects the verdict enough to let it  live on. Few years later her hair is all locked up and dreadlocked beautifully. Symbolizing the beauty of a black child and the roots given to her. What makes her laugh often is that those with fake hair usually look at hers and envy it with questions like “How did you do that?”.Statements like “Your hair is beautiful”. Of course, she knows that. They could have eaten the same dish had they kept their hair. Why are they surprised? Are they mentally oppressed enough not to realize that the cells of their hair do not produce what they have now?

Economical oppression is so invested in their minds that they don’t realize that this products were made for them so that they  can come back again for more. Think about it, they relax their hair and two weeks later they come back again. Just by doing that the profits of white monopolist hair products increases. A nature haired person goes many years without relaxing her hair yet she survives still, and these natural hair products are just optional packages for her. YES someone will say “if you can’t afford Indian or lace weave please shut up and let us have it our own way with our money”. It is not about you affording, it is about your inability of going a week with your own hair because it makes you feel dirty and naked. Yes put on the weave and heat the hair but do record this in your mind… “Black people are the victims of colonialism and they still are. You are mentally colonized because you cannot stand your own hair. You are colonized because you think weaves and heated hair makes you look beautiful. You, black child!!!!!You are unfairly owned because you are the only one who depends on weaves.They actually make hair for you. White/Indian or even mixed race people don’t go around with fake hair”.

Knowing that  “there is a power behind choosing natural hair” is a first step to mental freedom.

Dear my hair by Tebogo Phakedi



Looking at you now, I remember how we all grew together. The sad good part is that I was cutting you along the way only because I could not understand the measure and solidness of you. I remember how mom used to cut you off and turned you in to curls that were cut shortly, well it was kind of cool because that cost her only R20.00.I was little to understand that you were worth more than that.

I look at you now and beat myself up for using chemicals that are always praised and called relaxers to make you look softer and longer, well I hope you did not blame me because I did not know that I could still rock you hard and thick. Was it you punishing me when you got growth few weeks after I relaxed you? Well I guess so but can we laughably agree…

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Dear my hair by Tebogo Phakedi

Looking at you now, I remember how we all grew together. The sad good part is that I was cutting you along the way only because I could not understand the measure and solidness of you. I remember how mom used to cut you off and turned you in to curls that were cut shortly, well it was kind of cool because that cost her only R20.00.I was little to understand that you were worth more than that.

I look at you now and beat myself up for using chemicals that are always praised and called relaxers to make you look softer and longer, well I hope you did not blame me because I did not know that I could still rock you hard and thick. Was it you punishing me when you got growth few weeks after I relaxed you? Well I guess so but can we laughably agree that I took a good care of you? I was the “it girl” rocking a soft “lephondo” everyday at school, knowing very well that you will only mate with hairpiece during December, three days before Christmas. Gone are those days J.I always jumped excitedly knowing very well that I will be whipping you on braids while I am wearing new clothes and of course wait for the 1st of January to do that again.

I am playing with my dreadlocks now and I can feel the connection. It’s a soulful thing. I will never regret the day I took off all my hair two years ago and decided to go natural. I guess I finally accepted who I was and held you tight just to start this journey together. I could not be afraid of cutting my hair off anymore. I went bald just to start all over again and it was a dearly conscious decision that I had to do alone. I gave the same person who used to take me to salon the responsibility of taking the ruined chemical hair out and release me from prison.

Few months after feeding my soul and my Rastafarian thoughts in to my natural hair, my hairdresser finally locked you and I can never be proud of myself like that. I am sorry for not understanding that you were worth more than the money I spent at the salon. All I had to do was to spend none and just go natural because at the end it was never about the money. People need to understand that their hair is a big deal and I have learned that too. You have increased the Africanism and consciousness that is within me. I don’t see myself blazing happily on weaves because I know many women  wear them not because they are exquisite but because they cannot stand owning up to their hair. It is very wrong for an African Woman to feel naked with her hair. That is being a mental prisoner.

Thank you for growing all over again. I look at you everyday and realize how beautiful you make me look and feel. My beautiful big chicks gravelly stands out and smile at you. My hairdresser tenderly seduces you and my dear he loves doing that. He loves his job and I know he is taking you serious. I will never hair dry you and you will never feel the heat of a relaxer ever again.

Change The System by Tebogo Phakedi

I am very proud to say that I support the Red smart ants and other parties that do by all means to change the system.I have realised that people who have joined the revolution fight by all means to change the system for the better.Those people are conscious thinkers and that is what South Africa needs.These people need to be applauded because the bees have implanted fear in to the people and that needs to change.We cannot afford to avoid speaking the truth just because we are scared of what the bees will do to us.

It is very sad,laughably sad I must say,that people(even those who belongs to the bees)will fully agree with what the revolutionalists and fighters are saying yet will not credit them.Never mind voting for them.It is probably one of those “Loyal comrades will blindly support anything that has their party’s brand on it” moments that are very hard to be erazed.

I just thought about the short story that I wrote(not yet published)titled “From the savour’s country” where I mentioned how our people are emotionally and politically blackmailed by mentions of the politicians who have passed.Our black people get to hear the bees movement mention the likes of Nelson Mandela(Take note that his beautiful ex wife supports the red ants) and the others just because they originate/d from such party.That needs to stop.Those people are no more.Start mentioning your president.Tell us about your president.The fact that the administration was handed to you by the colonialists does not mean it cannot be taken away from you.

What is very disturbing is that the government is hiding behind Laws (that are being made)just to silence the brave and I do pray that it fails to work.The only thing that is at the front is POWER.The bees want to wear a greed man’s shoes,little does the bees know that those shoes will make them feel superior to our people.The bees are continuing to eat from a greed man’s plate,claiming that they are eating on our behalf.STOP!!

Change The System

By the way I am not a politician.I am an Activist

Is it because I am a Woman by Tebogo Phakedi

I literally looked at my screen for 15 minutes before I could write this.Not because it is difficult but because I am questioning women who are anti-feminists.I believe that one of the aptitudes that a feminist must have is the ability to allow other women be and do things that a feminist would not necessarily make but let me tell you one thing,IT IS DIFFICULT.Especially at work.It is difficult to keep up with the patriarchal system.It is very difficult to allow yourself to be under looked by men.It is difficult to be called beautiful yet not respected as a fellow colleague.I believe that women have potential and that is the most important thing right?The potential to be you and the potential to work yourself off to have a better life.Is it a must to wait for him to fill up your bank account?Is it necessary for you to be under his shadow just because he is a man?Is it necessary to listen to his orders even when they torn your work or even your morals?If you have answered yes then I wish I could have your heart fellow woman.A heart that does not bleed when told that “you will do that when I say so”,a heart that does not bleed when you are expected to leave your work and run to please him or run to work for him.I am often told that I take things by heart and that is being unprofessional.The fact that culture has ruined the minds of those who cant keep up with a hunting Lionesses.They(somehow) even think that a Lioness is being unprofessional for hunting.

I once heard a man say he does not want a working wife and I humouredly ended up thinking maybe that was the reason why he was still single at the age of 39.At least he still had hope that he would find a mate.He had this weird way of expressing how women are supposed to work at home,feed,bath and take the children to school.Allow me to say he also wants to be fed and immersed too.The question that I asked myself is that was he aware that women of the past had offices too?Those offices were regarded as farms.Now am I not supposed to work just because I am a woman?No thank you Sir but the economy is not doing well at the moment so if you dont want that woman then get out of here.

I remember the tears that extremely wet my pillow the other day after knocking off.I was at work and had to call this other busy man(He described himself as a busy man as if we aint busy ourselves) for a meeting.A man of status.A man who was respected by many.Picking up his phone,I told him everything that he wanted to know about my meeting with him and my fellow colleagues,guess what did he say?He said he was busy and I must try him tomorrow.Well that wont make you cry right?I know.Then this is what happened,my fellow male colleague picked up the phone and told him exactly what I just said,then kabooom our meeting with him was set.That really hurt and I cried a lot that night.Was it something that I said or was it just because I AM A WOMAN?Little did he know that I was the one to decide the following day if we acknowledge is proposal or not.

The moral of the story here is that being a woman and trying to climb the ladder is hard but at the end of the day we have to.Unless if our gender is checked over on whether we do the work or not,people should not bring it up.Especially if it is about whether we have the “capabilities” of doing the job.It should be whether people can do the job,not whether women can.Anti-Feminists and Traditionalist wont agree with me but truth of the matter is that women are now participating gracefully on growing the economy of the country/global.It should not be about whether she has boobs,Ass or lack an elongated clit.It must be about the potencial.

Sad Life of a Comrade by Tebogo Phakedi

I often pass the streets of this place and hear people calling each other comrades.They joy that shines across their face when they beautifully call each other with such political based name,its like they are emphasising that a shoes is to foot as tire is to wheel.Looking at such name with amusement,I have realised that it probably only refers to the loyal souls of the movement.The name might have its meaning but in where I live,It means the slave of the movement.Affiliates have to attach their emotions to the movement before they can get to be called comrades.You know what is funny,the fact that only certain comrades will benefit from that credential.I have this friend who quit his job from a private company that allowed him to earn something from building houses for people.He quit because comrades were promised a learneship that has an internship package,it was made clear that you can only get it if you work for a government cleaning program and of course,IF YOU WERE A COMRADE.I tried by all means to show him the right path but you know what happens to comrades,they get emotional when politicis are brought up that they’ll even support anything that have their party’s brand on it.The point that I am bringing home is that people are so blinded by the name comrade that they keep voting and voting and licking the ass of their party in hope that their lives will change.I can tell you now that my friend does nothing now other than wearing the mental overall that makes him believe that he will get something from being called a comrade and of course,a bee attracting colour shirt that shows his political stand.

I have always made sure that I distance myself from being a politician,which can of course be regarded as being a comrade in this instance.You are forced to keep quiet and say things that will colour the party beautifully.You cant even say what is worth being said because you want to be politically correct.The sad life of a comrade is that some will end up sitting on the government chairs while others have to sit back and think their party brought them the freedom to at least choose who can run the country.

Another sad part of being a comrade is that the head of the house has allowed cadre system to take place in every if not most rooms of the house.Now some of those who are sitting at those government chairs are not at ease because they know that the new executive will come one day and bring their own people.It is pretty much laughable but at the end of the day,its a sad life of a comrade.This is pretty much the reason why a dog’s bark does not sound like a lion’s roar or of course,the reason why a cock cannot sound like a turkey.

To some of us being politically correct is not our job and we are unapologetic for voicing the jokes that we often laugh at.Jokes that some see as the proxy of belonging to a certain structure.Every party has its pet name that it’s affiliates are called with.These parties dont even regard their existance as having to sit down and agree on what will benefit the house.NO.They concentrate on having power.Fighting for power and misusing it.It is all about who is fit to run this house.Of course others will dance to the tune of “we did this and that for black people and we will rule until Jesus comes”.The same mentality that comrades have.The sad part is that those minor parties that gang up against the major head of the house will be enemies when the major steps down down one day.Provided Jesus pospones His arrival just to give other parties a chance of shaking their mandate off too.

Comrades,keep calling each other comrades but truth told,it is sad.Running miles for your party in hope that you will also,one day turn around with government pancakes.Wake up and question how long are you going to clean a road for the chosen comrades that will actually lead.

Aluta Continua Comrades.