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South Africa

Composer of Lion King theme song, Lebo M, on a YouTube podcast One54 Africa said that ‘there is no way on earth’ a Zimbabwean Shona, who lived in KwaZulu Natal for three or five years can know or understand Zulu. This is in reference to Zimbabwean comedian Learnmore Jonasi whom he sued for USD 27 million dollars for desecrating his song in a previous show on the same channel. Though later, while transcribing his private texts to the Learnmore, he asks him to consider respecting his ‘Zulu ancestors’. The Nigerian American hosts then ask him about the mass protests and violence that has been taking place in South Africa and why immigrant intolerance is being meted out against Africans alone. He shouts as he jumps out of his seat, [Those are] are ‘our white people!’. He adds soon after that Black South Africans were better off in the pre-1994 apartheid government.

As to being ‘their white people’, I think it’s about time. It’s been 374 years since the first Dutch ship arrived on the South African coast. If a true ‘rainbow nation’ is finally emerging out of that historical mash up, the objective behind the Truth and Reconciliation Commission of 1995 would have been achieved. However, it is highly unlikely that the ‘white’ people- the Afrikaans and British people who have lived in Africa for generations consider the African people of South Africa, ‘their black people’.

There was no South Africa for all pre-1994. The black South Africans themselves were considered immigrants when they crossed into white territory. The Promotion of Black Self Government Act of 1959 made Bantustans, the designated territories of black people and black people coming into areas like Johannesburg to work in the life draining mines, were supposed to carry a pass and were assigned to hostels to live as migrant labour. Urban areas and white designated areas became accessible after 1994. South Africa as we know [knew] it was not built for all South Africans. It is almost unthinkable that 32 years after the ‘Born Free’ generation broke out, that a black South African would declare apartheid a better time.

The effects of apartheid, the psycho-social issues have been clear but some are just becoming more evident. The broken homestead and the great economic divide between white and blacks have led to high crime rates but unspoken or unknown to many is a system of violence between Africans themselves and of South African men against women. As of 2010 -2014, public statistics showed that at least one in six South African women had been raped. That meant that at least 1 in 6 South African men or more might have been a violator. A nurse I visited, from a Ugandan immigrant family living in Rustenburg, Pretoria had noted with fear the many cases of gender based violence her hospital was receiving at the time. Sources from South African literature also documented persisting practices like Ukutwala and myths surrounding HIV/AIDS as underlying factors towards violence against women. It was not just black South Africa though, a quick run through of the cases we studied in our criminal law curriculum partially explained the ghost of deep national trauma haunted the air long after Mandela walked out of prison.

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When I reported the theft of my phone to police one morning in Hatfield, Pretoria, the first question they asked was if there had been violence. After I said no, they stopped writing the statement and told me to report to MTN. It was well known that there were places, even in the most highly structured places like Cape Town where it was unreasonable to walk after sundown. Even tourist hives like Signal Hill were hotspots for armed robberies and sexual assault. Every population where the men have been beaten down has the same symptoms; a monster for a monster -as in American slave history- households absent of men, women carrying the sole financial responsibility, in South Africa’s case at the time, many babies were brought up by gogos, while their young mothers are away in urban areas fighting for a degree, a Masters and a PhD. The disillusioned dislocated boys and men inebriated by drugs and alcohol become the menace of their society.

Even when the BEE, Black Economic Empowerment program, an affirmative action tool among other controls, was created to shift the scales to balance, by placing money in the hands of black people, this did not help. Young black men with handouts suddenly became rich. You could tell who the BEEs were. Everyone whispered BEE when they passed in hot flashy cars with intolerably loud music. They did not need University, the Zimbabweans did.

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Other actions that the South African post-apartheid government took was to ring fence professions. Teachers, nurses and doctors from the rest of Africa were no longer being recruited en masse. Foreigners- mainly other Africans were not allowed to do medicine as of 2010. Lawyers also could not recruited by an law firm unless they had permanent residence. There remained professionals like accountants who were still needed by the country and once that gap had been filled, a cap may have been introduced. Apart from this, a move which led to large emigration by white South Africans is the employment affirmative action policy which created a hiring hierarchy- starting with Black Women first, Black Men and ending with a White man no matter the performance on the interview or the academic qualifications. Also, every white majority company was required to sell some shares to a black person and/or employ at least one black person. This led to the advent of the token unqualified black guy in the back who was presented in case of government inspection.

The issue of Zimbabweans

Nigerians were best known for fraud in previously white suburban areas like Sunnyside, Pretoria, where they carried out apparently, many illegal dealings. In Hatfield. Pretoria they were known for illegal foreign exchange of money. Banks like ABSA and Standard Bank had rigorous checks, declarations and forms to sign when it came to exchanging foreign money plus a percentage deducted as a service charge. To avoid the process and the charges which were hefty on a student pocket, we were directed to the Nigerian backdoor foreign exchange. They literally hid in the back of Arab shops and only came out when they were certain that you were not part of the authorities. Their rates were low. A quick thousand Rands in exchange for dollars from their stash of cash and you were in and out in a breath.

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The Zimbabwean issue though was different. Some did odd jobs in fields like construction but many others got in through Higher Education. My experience with the Zimbabweans I met was that they were highly intellectual people, clearly a useless, unwanted and dangerous trait in every African government. Zimbabwe had failed them. They only needed the the right architecture to climb.

When High School ended at the notoriously disruptive age of 17, some South African boys battled with the decision to earn money and get quick access to designer shoes and clothes or go through years of intense academic study with the prize only at the end. Zimbabweans, like all other immigrants around the world studied and worked like their life depended on it, because it did. As of 2010- 2014, the University of Pretoria still had, as of 2010 -2014 a 60% white, 40% black quota system of enrolment. This was an improvement from the pre-1994 policy where no blacks were allowed.

Africa

During my years in South Africa, Africa to the South African meant anywhere outside South Africa. South Africans constantly referred to the rest of Africa, as ‘Africa’ but never considered themselves part of it. They did not know or care about their Geography beyond their own homeland and the big cities. Just like Black Americans, Black South Africans were very insular and concerned mainly about their ‘own issues’. We had spent years learning about the History and Geography of the Africa, specifically, South Africa [and some West Africa] but they, could not tell or care where East Africa was. Many of them had colourism ingrained in them. A person was only beautiful if they were light-skinned. The term ‘yellowbone’, though it was supposed to sound slightly disparaging was steeped in envy.

The ‘Africa’ in South Africa was probably an emphasis by the Dutch and British to distinguish their piece of gold and diamond from sub-Saharan Africa. The Africans already existing inside the South of the Continent though, referred to it constantly as Mzansi. The word ‘Africa’ in South Africa held absolutely no connection to the rest of Africa. They inwardly believed that they were different, separate and ultimately better off than [other]Africans. That is what ‘their whites’ had told them.

Africa was already a severely divided continent even before Europe ‘discovered’ it. The Divide and Rule policy though very effective in oppression of majorities, must have been easier to implement because of the already existing infighting and disunity of Africans. A lack of concerted effort, determined focus and dedication towards a better or rehabilitated future is a stagnating factor of the entire continent. In California, on 4th July 2026, in commemoration of America’s 250th Independence Day, a time capsule was laid down seven feet in the ground with articles from our world to be opened in two hundred years. Nations think in terms of generations, we think about right now. We have betrayed our own selves. Who needs enemies when we have an Africa like ours? I wonder how long it will take South Africans to realise that the problem of South Africa may not be Africa, but a rather common African problem.

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I think Learnmore Jonasi’s joke on the Lion King theme song may have gone too far. The song is amazing musically and has been iconically African for many years. He seemed to make nonsense of it.

Why are so many talk shows on a video platform referred to as podcasts? I thought a podcast format is audio only.

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The Big Question

Where did the men go?

Not a Sunday goes by without the pastor of the controversial church I attend assuring the 30 year old age range women in the crowd that there is still hope for them to get married. [The controversial nature of the church is mainly based on the Princely can-do-no-wrong nature of the status bestowed upon the leader. This superhuman nature which is sometimes highlighted but also sometimes turned down by the pastor himself, I choose to obliviate from my observations since the more conservative church I used to solely belong to was too scaled down to help me when I faced matters which were beyond the natural laws of normalcy. If you have ever been caught in the supernatural, the soothing undisturbed rhythm of Sunday church as usual may cease to be enough for you. Just twenty years years back, this now somewhat conservative church was so radical that it was branded a new religion all together and I know for certain that one could be disowned for attempting to be wed in it.]

Anyway, Where Did The Men Go?

Why are women hunting husbands like they are the last Dodo bird?

I have written before about why I think that the nature of Apartheid South Africa and Racist [Slavery and Jim Crow]America have created the same type of men, enraged, violent, invisible, un-husbandable fathers with very low goals as far as employment and education are concerned. Meanwhile, the women, unloved involuntary century old holders of the community’s collective psychological trauma become single mothers, superwomen, can-do-it-all, a PhD is the limit high achievers.

The question should no longer be, why are women not getting married, the question should make an inquest into why marriage is not attractive to men anymore. Is it because of what these young children saw or maybe never got a chance to see when growing up? A stable home. A father and mother present as caregivers and providers living within the same household respectfully. How can they possibly recreate what they do not know?

As usual, women trying to fill in those gaps as hormonally and emotionally gifted nurturers, to recreate the mummy and daddy dynamic by sourcing for husbands everywhere they can find them, even if it is in another woman’s household. For some boys, their mummy-daddy game only replicated abuse, for some women, the mummy daddy game is only transactional- the bizarre ‘dzaddy’ peculiarity- a house and car arrangement in exchange for sexual intimacy to the highest bidder.

I wonder if the working culture is partly to blame. A way of life that allows men and women to spend long periods of time apart [first, no more lunch at home to no more weekends at home] naturally leading to a deficit of love, care and attention that is promptly satisfied by the new [or as old as the time when women entered the workplace as secretaries] phenomenon of work-wives and now, work-husbands. It is now becoming normal for husbands to leave for years, to far away locations, away from their primary wives and children. Our national leader himself stressed that he was away for six years fighting for our liberation from corrupt regimes and his own daughter thought he was some strange black fellow when he arrived at their doorstep having last witnessed her as an 8 month old.

Is this something to be celebrated? A Mandela moment perhaps? What happened to Mandela’s girls? For a country he sacrificed so much for, it seems his family paid the ultimate sacrifice for his absence. A hero to all and a hole where love and support should have been.

Should men not fight? Should they not become martyrs?

It seems as if to many men, you can either be great or you can have a stable family. Maybe the adage is true, you can’t have it all or maybe as Oprah said, you can have it all, but not at the same time. So for many men seeking greatness, Love is stupidity, Multiple trysts a norm and The all bearing, aging woman of virtue at home, bringing up the boys who will never see the need for a marriage, the standard.

I know, the change, I have seen it. Most men with dreams change when that first bundle of joy is placed in their shaky hands. The alarm bells go off. They suddenly remember the dreams the dreams they once had as boys, the ones they never achieved, the ones they had postponed, the ones they will have to fulfill for this their new responsibility.

Before I was pregnant, I knew that like most women, after giving birth I would forever after, always come second after my child. It is an idea that I contemplated, leaving space to remember who I was, before. It turned out to be true, but mostly from the people around me, that somehow my identity and dreams, if any [I can’t remember them] should be hidden under heaps and heaps of environmentally unfriendly diapers. Some women wake up to an empty nest at 60, lamenting about what they could have achieved. Though, the paradox is that, the very lamentation is a blessing some women do not even get to make.

So where is the balance?

I saw in one of the endless Korean vlogs I spend my money [data] watching, that South Korean men can claim up to a year in paid paternity leave at least three years after their child is born. Of course, that may be too much to ask in a country which can happily drown itself in plastic, fumes and muddy water when the rain falls because we despise the very regulations that could keep our population alive and effectively working for many years and also too much to ask since the number of children a Ugandan man pro-creates is a taboo topic.

Among the many things the lockdown taught us was that, people were waking up to spouses they had last seen clearly on the wedding day. Newspapers reported serious dysfunction. Parents couldn’t stand their children, some wanted their daughters [and now sons] back to school because they needed protection from drunk uncles and houseboys. Spouses could not wait for offices to open because that is where their hearts lay.

It is said that the family is the smallest unit of a community and that a group of communities makes a nation.

Is busyness and an unavailability a sign of productivity? We should have the German train system in East Africa by now.

For every Anselm, there is a gap which could have only been filled by the superstar of every child’s life.

When you are operating in a crowd, you see people as a crowd. It is easy to hurl insults at them, demean them. But when you meet the individual of the different tribe or group you disparage, you are face to face to with a person just as human as you are. That is why you can’t go to war without making a monster out of the people you are fighting. Most people, as individuals are complex intriguing characters, unless of course they are so absorbed in their identity as a group and have nothing to offer in personality.

I appreciate how the ATM sound for withdrawals does not change regardless of the amount withdrawn.

It is strange to see everyone grow old around me.

“Mummy, I saw God crying.”

“Where did you see God? People have been looking for him.”

“When we were going to the airport [school trip], I saw God crying.”

“Why was God crying?”

“Because He doesn’t have friends.”