SHOUT - RAPE!!!!

BOOK: Endings&Beginnings by Redi Tlhabi

The effects of rape, have silently ravaged the South African community for so many years, and still continues to do so, even to this day.  One cannot count the insurmountable bodies and souls - girls, boys and women, whose human rights were violently violated, all in the name of power and control. 

Pervasive reports in all news networks: radio, newspapers and television, of children, young girls, as young as three-years-old, who have been gang –raped and murdered by young boys, in some instances adults -  are a constant reminder that our society’s social-perception on sex and sexual behaviour needs to be gravely dealt with.   

Rape in its cruellest sense, is a sick, perverted act that’s  about Power and Control, and should not to be condoned, as it is a heinous crime that no individual, young or old deserves.  

The perpetrators of this crime must not only be punitively reprimanded by being given harsher prison sentences, however the act of rape must be alleviated in the minds and thoughts of young boys and young girls as a resort to control another human being. A mental-behavioural attitude. 

Youngsters need to be taught that, the act of rape/ raping a person, does not bring power or control but, brings mental, physical corrosion and disgrace to the victim coupled with humiliation and a stain that is hard to erase from their family and community discernment. 

Redi Tlhabi’s book Endings & Beginnings, delves into the depths of the effects of rape and the ‘just’ and wicked entrenchments of societal behaviour that aids in creating and recreating such  a monstrous Human Rights violation on women and children.      

        

Endings & Beginnings, is a poignant and emotive realistic account of sexual violence and violation, that will leave your chest jumbled up to the effects of desecrating another’s body to fulfill your own evil gains. 

The consequence of sexual violations are a merciless throne in our society, an injustice that needs to be mitigated. 

Let us show other humans, what it means to be humane. Let us alleviate gross sexual violation. 

WORD TO MITIGATING GROSS HUMAN RIGHTS VIOLATIONS REVOLUTION

Linda Sakazi Thwala  

 *****Redi Tlhabi, is a 702 Talk Radio Host and presenter of South2North, on Aljezeera*****

RACIAL TENSION, A LONG WAY TO A COHESIVE SOCIETY

We, as humanity are all bonded by respect and bound by respect. Hence by respecting one another, as man and woman, husband and wife, teacher and scholar, black and white -  we transcend our being beyond the descriptive confines of colour, creed, sexuality, physicality, and non-concrete things that make us individuals, and a collective with values and principles that make a sensible, and coherent existence.

This sensible and coherent existence which is made concrete by these aforementioned descriptive ethnical and generic personality differentiations, are a step-up point to creating a cohesive society, that does not discriminate, hate and causes harm against another in any manner or form.

There are so many illustrated and vocalised differences between our ethnic groups in South Africa that makes us as a collective lose the common goals that binds us together. However, those polarising  differences can breathe commonality to a nation seeking for one common identity.

A diversity that is unified by an idea that is stronger than what separates each individual, traditional, and factional  standings.  A National Identity.

Nationalism is bound by a cohesive National Identity, without it no country on earth will ever reach its true potential as a collect autonomous, or authoritarian rule.

It is this reason why Dictators seek to dictate. A reason, why restrictors seek to restrict. And the ultimate reason why totalitarian rulers end up violating, and committing human right atrocities.

It’s all perpetuated on the grounds of creating an identity that cannot be tarnished, or questioned by any other nation.

However, in relation with totalitarian rule, forced respect leads to fear imposed persona’, which is what we as South Africans are striving to curtail and alleviate totally from our society.     

How do we as a diverse society find commonality in our democratic rule?

A very difficult yet very easy question to answer. The secret lays in collective things we do as a Nation, which will help in alleviating racial tension amongst our people. The difficulty lays in the attitudes that are imbedded in every individual, a difficulty that begins within one’s home and forms one’s mental and physiological attitude.   

After a long formative humiliating age of Apartheid, and a semi-volatile transitional period, from white reign to black reign, a euphoric period of uniformity followed, creating a falsified  homogeneous existence, that sheds its camouflage behind closed doors.   Attitudes that inflames the “Racial Tensions” that demoralises our society.

Racial Tensions highlighted by Trevor Noah, one of  South Africa’s best stand-up comedians,  in one of his gags in his latest stand up comedy stint, That’s Racist. As he comically notes, “We need to fix the meaning of words that offend us as society. You can’t just condone the thing! Fix it! ”   

We, as humanity are all bonded by respect and bound by respect. We should respect one another, as man and woman, husband and wife, teacher and scholar, black and white.

WORD TO A NEW SOUTH AFRICAN RACIAL REVOLUTION

Linda Sakazi Thwala 
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IS IT LOVE, OR IS IT HATE THAT I’M FEELING?

When something is toxic, it is toxic, in whatever form it comes. It is worse when it comes in a form of a person that you really love and plan to spend your entire life with, then - BOOM! You have a love crazy psychopath literally bleeding in your hands, with cloudy one sided accusations thundering at you.

When you don’t need a love-interest in your life anymore, the most simplest, considerable thing to do is to let them know – break it down slowly…..or fast, but break it down. You might encounter some form of emotionally linear, nonlinear sob, shout filled resistance, even silence, when breaking your heart felt news to them. In the end the breaking-up job will be technically done.

On the other hand, when you don’t need a love-interest in your life anymore, do not go around bad-mouthing them for ill-treatment towards you, just because you want to leave them, hence you don’t want anyone else to be with them after you are over-and-done with the relationship.

So, the question is: Can you really ‘claim’ to be in a loving-relationship with someone and insist on bad-mouthing them in the faces of your friends and family for ill-treatment, which they did not dish out?   Yeah, you might dish out for the dog outside, then do the dishes after but never throw any dishes aimed at anyone inside the house, screaming obscenities.

There are unwise partners out there. Partners that do not know how to handle the metaphysical reaction that goes on inside them. When they are suddenly hit by the knowledge and truth, that they do not have that needed passion and attraction to keep up the flames of love blazing, they explode. However, this bursting out is an implosion that is misdirected outwardly. Where what is needed to be said is not said to their partner, and what is not needed to be said is said to everyone that cares to listen. In refined terms, called: ‘An impolitic love-hate manoeuvre’.    

An impolitic love-hate manoeuvre, is a very hard place between being loved and being hated when bad-mouthing rocks are aiming at you.  

One suddenly hears rumours about their ill-mannered behaviour from castigating neighbours, friends, family, including work colleagues about things they haven’t done.

“Did you hear what Dick did?”

“ What did Dick do?”

“Where was Dick? Where?”

Only to find out that your most precious has been creating nasty tales about you, only to make you back-up, then push you over the edge.

No one comes to Dick’s defence, shouting: “Hey, enough! Enough! Leave Dick alone! Dick don’t know jack!”

When a “I want out of this love-affair!” lover, pulls ‘an impolitic love-hate manoeuvre’ on you, the first thing that hits you is…..yes, confusion. “What in the living misery is going on?” then that confusion gradually manifest its self into “What did I do to deserve this?” Others go ‘schizo’ on the menacing bad-mouthing lover “Maybe I did do it, when I was asleep?”……”Eish, is it love, or hate that I’m feeling?”

At times it leads to an uproar. Where a man…. or  a woman is left with one choice when all has been done and nothing can never be done –  the coldest-end-of-the-stick, has been dished out: “You came here with the bare essentials and you shall depart with your bare essentials! I hate you! I hate you!”

It is said, “Everyone Needs Love!” In the end it’s the one person that you love most that destroys you the most – they know everything about you that you don’t even know yourself.

Yes everyone needs crazy love, however if crazy love doesn’t need you, let crazy love leave.

WORD TO A LOVE-HATE REVOLUTION

Linda Sakazi Thwala

SPEAK LESS AND LISTEN MORE

When I committed myself into it, I knew the expectations that awaited me. I was prepared for the eventualities that will huddle me surprisingly without any warning, the unlikely overtures of a story that began unfolding many years ago – years that brought me to these terms of existence, haggard with joy, laughter, pain, sorrow, tears and smiles.   

These terms of existence that were a soothing ease during the tender years of having been christened to who I am and what I was meant to be in this life.

As a young boy, I preferred to keep quiet and watch, the perplexities of human acts. Logged in the quiet, peaceful enclosure of my mental and emotional cognoscenti of what is and what will be, to what is unfolding and recorded by my eyes and ears of being. I was a humanist in the making then, trying to make sense of everything that was going on, without a thorough comprehension of many religious and non-religious beliefs groupings that cordoned the confirmed and the non-confirmed eventualities of our (humans) managed lives.  

I saw those that conformed under political constrains, and I saw those who were non-conformist to their pious conditions, and those that swayed without the knowledge of their impish standpoint, for not belonging to any convictions, beliefs, habitation and cohabitation standards.

I committed myself into it, amidst the vendor assistant duties that my grandmother enforced without relent in a taxi, bus, fruit-and-vegetable stalls, and coal-smoke infested field, that adjoined Thokoza and Katlehong. As the unknown Bee stung my finger, and left a pulsating blood-filled lump that told a history of the enfeeble enmity that ate away into the core of our beloved country.  

I took it all in - in the words and phrases, in the multifaceted tongues that coloured my hearing, the clicks and taut dialects of humanity that surrounded my fascination. The hostel-dwellers that gyrated routinely to the claps of the warrior dance, Idlamu, when the colourful attired women and children, men with Holy sticks, had returned from the Holy Houses, from renewing their vows of assorted worship. Culinary smells inviting the empty stomachs in need. The rectangle dusty fields filled with keen young men in pursuit of thee circular cow skin, to control, manoeuvre and place it beyond the awaiting posts – the celebrated game.

In walks of experimentation with my peers, I preferred to keep quiet and listen to airy prattles about this and that, that actually meant nothing, but everything in a young boy’s heart.               

        

An Older Man cried out, “Speak less and listen more, young ones, wait for your turn to speak.”

When I committed myself into it, I knew the expectations that awaited me. I knew that in life we die in the fated evening and we are resuscitated in the assured morning, to try and make amends of the dark  wrongs that were written on previous light days that were meant to be right.     

WORD TO THE LIFE REVOLUTION

Linda Sakazi Thwala