by Ntong'enxele Piliso
Nako ke sibona into yakwaSkhoma iphakama irhudula iintonga zomlomo isenjenje ukuxananaza uthetha, "Ndigxininisisa kulombhodamo ndiphonononga isiganeko esehle kulomzi kaZanenkanyamba. Qondani, andihambisani nalonobangela uphuhlisa 'xambuliswano phakathi komntu nendalo. Eyokuba yingxaki kabani ke le kwazi bani?" Wabuza uRhudulu ecaphuka edudula umbuzo kuyo ithyaliti yequmrhu kwabo babekho, kucaca ukuba akayithandi lento yokungaboni ngasonye phakathi kwamaGcaleka. Wazibona etsiba uSitshotho uphendula esithi "YeyeMinyanya naloSiThixo nimnqulayo nto leyo ingunobangela libeyimpoxo isiko lenu lobuMbo". Kwavakala kumbombolozwa ingulowo edumzelela ngaphathi okwentsholo yeenyosi engafun tyeshela umgaqo siseko owabunjwayo mhla kubekwa le Nkosi uZanenkanyamba.
Kaloku uSitshotho ngumfo apha obeyingxilimbela engahambi ikhangela 'ndikho, ebeyichasa kakhulu intlalo engenamo yotshintsho.
"Yithani ke ndigabule izigcawu ndinyukele encotsheni yobushushu balombandela ndibhentsise lomxholo...ndiphumeze lembono ukuze ndicace ca njengolwimishe kodwa ngingqaqhwayeli udushe kwesisibaya", uqhubile uRhudulu ewaweza esithi "Sonke silapha siphuma hlathi linye qha sandile 'de sahluka nokukhala songezeleka ngalemigqakwe 'de salahlekwa bubuthi nobuntu esingabo".
Ngenene utshilo lo mfo kucaca ukuba uyihlafunisisile lemo yentlalo yakudala ekwayithanda kuba ibinemvakalelo kwimbali yomntu sukela kudala phaya mandulo, kuvakala ukuba ibihlakulela ubuntu komncinci nomdala.
Bubanzi ke ubuMbo kufana nesiziba sona kuthiwa siviwa ngodondolo. Iqhubile isithi "Masingathyilizaneni kulomthombo wolwazi sizenze oosiyazi njengo Cirha noMpandla, into zakwaNoliti, ibenguwashiywa nowashiywa wokrozo kuba itshoba lilale umbethe kulomzi wakwaZanenkanyamba; yingxaki ka bani na le yokuwa komntwana 'egazi?” Uwushiyile umbuzo unkenteza phambi kwabahlali kunzima wona ukuwuphendula.
Kuyobhulwa kuyombeswa yimbidane ngamalungiselelo kuyacaca ba iwile inkosi yentetha zomlomo uTshangisa. Nanko ke uMpandla egquduza eshiywa ngamanxel' omlomo: "Akusobe kukhale ibhungane kwesisixeko ndimentla”, kucaca lubala ukuba yena nonoGwaja into kaSarheli badliselwe engqayini.
Lelali kude phayana yakhiwa ngumfo uZanenkanyamba xeshikweni yonke indoda kwela kubo ibimfenguza nabaThwa kumhlaba wase Ngxak'ayikho. Xeshikweni lo mfana ebuya kuloNtaba yaseCheletyume unikwe ngabaphantsi isipho soqwalasela imo yentlalo ngoba neliso elibukhali lingebukhali nje, likwadibanisa ngohlalisana imihlambi eyalanayo. Kaloku apho ukhe wahamba-hamba umfana esengunqophoyi ethyutya-thyutya iintlanti ngemibuzo ewaxina amaXhego ewaguqu-guqula 'ngqondo ewaphonononga kuba lenyathi kuthiwa ibuzwa kuwo ayayazi na. Ubusith ke wokumva xana enqunqela ethambeken lakwaBhekuza 'Mbhinqo uqonde ukuba yinjinga nyani le ngqondi, isidanga sobudoda ayisithweswanga nje kuba kudlalwa ngamagama; ibiyinkcuba buchopho yokumamela nokuguqula into obukhala ngayo uzive uziphikisa yokuhlaba imibuzo de uzibone ubudenge.
Konke ke oko ibiyingqondo yemveli enikwa mntu wonke qha apha kuyo kubonakala nochata. Namhlanje iwile ke le Ngwevu yakwaRhacu uyihlo, kwaDyasophu uyihlo mkhulu, kwaPhelaphi uyise ka yihlo omkhulu,kwaMlonyeni uyise ka yise ka yihlo omkhulu.
Idandulukile imbongi yomzi omkhulu yatsho ngelisitshotho izwi izoba ngamagama imbali eyakhiwa ngulomfana uZanenkanyamba uyihlo esakhula yatsho de latshona ilanga emini, kwacimela ukukhanya lafutha izulu lagqekreza ngumsindo, savuka sema ngenyawo isivunguvungu senkanyamba ikhatshwa ngamatye eqhwa elibuhlungu 'de wakhwankqiseka wonke ubani sesisimanga. Itshilo lembongi isihobe sento sombongo de nalowo ebeyimfana waziva angabona, lowo ebebuhexa ngoqhwalela weba angabaleka esisiganeko, lowo unesazela somvandedwa wesono asenzayo emini -gxebe ebusuku- yanga angayozithyimfiza ubuchopho etyeni.
"Ngubani ke le nkwenkwe izano andilibali okwemfene zelali ebusuk ziphala okwehashe elingenasali?" ubuzile uMcethe kungekhobani unampendulo. Abantu bangenwa luloyiko yakutsho le mbongi uZanethemba, kucaca ca ukuba bakhetha ucwezela kude ngoku luloyiko kulembizo kaloku isisimanga into enje kumaGcaleka.
"Mhla nezolo nditsha ubhongwana de kutshone elocela izapholo ndintyiloza intwenye ekuba obubugqobhoka balamaRhabe..." Akawagqibanga lo mazwi uManqin'skhova eheshwa ngabobantu wayesithi ngamaRhabe, gama elo ke xana sililandula lisuka kubuRhanuga, nditsho ukuthi ukuxananaza macala okwentaka-mpuku.
"Ndiyavuya mna kade kudala kufuneka kwenzekile", utshilo uSifubaserhamba erhudula induku ehexa lomilenze yakhe ibhitye okwesikhuni sembawula, egxadazela kucaca ukuba ubheka kwigoqo labafazi.
Kube njalo ke ukusweleka kwenkosi uZanenkanyamba; ibengu lo wele wele kucaca kuba akho mnye umamela omnye ngoba izimvo ngalomhla zabethana 'de kwaqhawuka 'nobathana. Ukubona ngasonye nempixano lisiko elidala linenkqayi alinokugqitya nazimpethu. Hlafuna ungaginyi wonwabele lomsebnzi walembiza isesentungo.
Acoustic Strings Africa
“The fact of storytelling hints at a fundamental human unease, hints at human imperfection. Where there is perfection there is no story to tell.” ~ Ben Okri
12 Jan 2015
16 Dec 2014
18. Self Concept and the Personal Dimension of Truth
Reflections of the Way of the Outsider
by Deon-Simphiwe Skade
In studies concerned with human behaviour, there is a phenomenon simply known as the 'self-concept'.
One considers this to be among the most complex of human quests for knowledge due to its inherently far-reaching scope, despite what others may be inclined to accept of the concept of the self.
Some people tend to think the knowledge of the self is one dimensional. While others believe it is a fixed state of being.
Interestingly, the opposite is true. And it is particularly through this constant state of movement in being human, psychologically, spiritually or otherwise, that we are in fact propelled to seek enhanced personal and universal truths – at least those restless enough to pursue such matters.
Truth has a deeply personal dimension.
11 Dec 2014
17. The Great Paradox
(Reflections on the Way of the Outsider)
by uMonde iNxele
If you close your eyes, then you will see The Mystery, you Outsiders!
by uMonde iNxele
If you close your eyes, then you will see The Mystery, you Outsiders!
13 Nov 2014
Black youth can no longer be patient
by Masixole KaDlamini
Post-1994 in South
Africa, the majority of black working-class youth in different townships and
rural outskirts share a common, almost identical struggle of continuing
unemployment. If employed, they are super-exploited as cheap labour by white
capitalists in local factories and farms.
This colonial
make-up and apartheid legacy has been institutionalised and sustained in
numerous ways, but I will mention three aspects post-1994 which I think are
important. Firstly it is through the collaboration of white monopoly capital
with black political elites that maintained the apartheid socio-economic
patterns and property relations that continue to marginalise and exploit black
poor people.
Secondly, through
deliberate dysfunctional rural-township public education system (attended only
by the black working-class child). Thirdly, through legalised alcohol
consumption which in most times inevitably create all types of social ills such
as social fragmentation and degradation, rape, youth delinquency, crime and
gang-violence in our black communities.
To show the
colonial systematic intent and impact of alcohol consumption and drugs in South
African rural-township communities that still continue to this day, Omali
Yeshitela -our fearless revolutionary elder- noted that “what the imperialists
and capitalists with white power have done, was to take all the other options
and said if you want to live, this is what you have to do to live, they put the
crack cocaine in our black communities that demoralise the African workers and
poor people who are at the heartbeat of the revolution”.
Posts 1994 in
South Africa, these carefully socially engineered structural-trappings still
dehumanize black people and enchain the black working-class communities and the
youth in particular in inter-generational poverty, which is modern day slavery.
It was Bantu Biko, who made a critical observation of our condition in
townships, when he succinctly pointed out that “Township life alone makes it a
miracle for anyone to live up to adulthood”.
In Twenty years of
the democratic dispensation in South Africa, these formidable rural-township
realities of economic marginalisation of black youth,force them into a position of being mere colonial subjects that
must just accept brutal capital exploitation. Furthermore, there is state
repression and the failing education system which definitely ensures that it is
difficult for the black working-class youth “to live up to adulthood”.
Economic Freedom
Fighter, Mbuyiseni Ndlozi, best describes these economic conditions of the
black youth in rural-townships as “a permanent state of juniorisation”. On the
other hand, an eloquent poet and a writer, Pura Lavisa in his song called
Oomahlalela, asserts that, “singomahlalela kule lokishi, thina asisaqeshwa noba
singageleza, asina ntsebenzo siphila ngokuxhomekeka” (We in township are
unemployable, even if we study we don’t get to be employed, we are forever
dependent).
This persistent
status quo that economically marginalises black youth must be radically
dismantled and interrupted by revolutionary organised youth. The momentum behind such a course must be that
of apolitical action that is founded on a common struggle of being black and
poor, even by the black youth outside party-politics. South Africa, especially
for the black youth in rural-townships is still an anti-black and anti-working
class space.
Hence,
revolutionary art, poetry and conscious hip hop or truth music that speaks the
language of the marginalised and unapologetically challenges the reproduction
of political elites at the expenses of black youth is an essential potent
instrument to bring about collective unity and political agency informed by
black consciousness philosophical underpinnings and a precise class analysis in
order to organise themselves and totally reject any form of injustice and
economic subjugation perpetuated against them.
We as the black
youth in rural-township can no longer be patient and tolerate the pacifying
discourse and political rhetoric from liberal academic commentators and political
elites, ANC in particular and other political parties. To tell us, ‘to be
patient and understand, that 20 years of democracy is not enough to redress the
historical injustice perpetuated against black people’. But funny enough the
same Twenty years of democracy is absolutely adequate for private capital,
political elites and white privilege community to collaborate and thrive to
accumulate wealth and be millionaires, living in mansions, with their children
in private schools with invested funds for university. While majority of black
working class youth with their rural-township education -which is a ‘set-up’
for failure for a majority- are unemployable and continue to be exploited as
petrol attendants, security guards and cashiers at Shoprite, Checkers, Pick n Pay,
etc.
Let it be known
and be remembered that some of us as the selected few black working-class youth
from the townships are not going to take an assimilationist liberal stance and
be silent, because now we are in these liberal middle-class universities we
won't pretend that everything is fine and perfect, it is not. The marginalised black working-class youth in
rural-townships must revolt in different forms for economic emancipation and total
liberation as black people.
11 Nov 2014
16. The Eagle and The Voice
(Reflections on The Way of The Outsider)
By uMonde iNxele
Again and again, I find that I must go back to the
Promethean Myth; it is perfect at illustrating the condition of The Outsider.
The theft of Fire from the gods or the transcending of
darkness and unconsciousness through Courage Knowledge is a universal human
struggle.
AmaXhosa have a common and very ancient phrase that
accompanies every Prayer; mabuded'
ubumnyama kuvel' uk'khanya (Darkness retreat, Light shine forth). In the
Book of Genesis, God says "Let there be light".
The Outsider wants to say Yes to Existence, and to laugh
with uMdalidiphu. But when he considers his position in Society, he hears a
voice that says to him "you are mad". The Voice is Prometheus' Eagle.
The Eagle that ate away at Prometheus' Liver is much like
The Voice that is filling The Outsider's head with noise and Self-doubt.
In studying the conduct of Prometheus after the performance
of the Heroic Act, The Outsider may find a prognosis for his condition. And
truly, it is a Heroic Act today -when everyone wants to fit in- to make the
Choice to Become an Outsider.
When Prometheus is confronted by The Tyrant, he does not
falter. Torture does not succeed in getting him to recant. The Rebel remains
steadfast in his subversion of the status quo.
7 Nov 2014
Reflections
by Phumzile Kepe
In front of the mirror,
Reflections
of my bitter upbringing
rising
like vapour, invading my mind
covering
it with a blanket of dark clouds,
which invokes inner anger.
I find
my lips flooding with tears,
Meditation
of those dreadful years.
I hold
myself as much as I can,
For it
ain’t easy being a man.
Xhosa
men are taught never to cry,
So I
pretend to be strong,
Although
that seems wrong…
In your
eyes of-course, But hold on…
Tupac
once asked,
“who do
you know, that stops that long
To help
another carry on?”
I guess
nobody but GOD.
I am a
living witness of his existence,
My
presence is indeed a testimony of his greatness.
People
will make fun of your weakness,
Use it
to send you into the valleys of darkness.
Family-members
will hire you a hearse,
Even
quote you a verse
While
you still have full functionality of your legs
And not
yet breathless.
Don’t
give credence to the nonsense,
They
whisper in your ears,
That
you’ll never go far in life because
you are an arse.
They
drain the confidence in you to make you hopeless,
Fill
your mind with nonsense because they fear your intelligence.
Take it
from me friends,
My
mother has sistrens and brethrens.
Same
blood in their veins,
But
they only get together for traditions
And
never random visits.
Blood
is thicker than water they say,
But in
searching for answers
I found
myself stumbling on the way.
I trust
nobody but GOD
BUT I
never FAIL to LOVE.
28 Oct 2014
18 Oct 2014
15. Personal Truth
(Reflections of the Way of the Outsider)
By Deon-Simphiwe Skade
Let no one deceive You.
Everything is Personal.
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