I can see on our social media accounts the disbelief among the fellow gossipers, at the fact that we have allowed DA to takeover at the expense of sending a message to the ANC.
Imagine that you lived in abject poverty in a shack in the middle of a slum, where when it rains you literally walking on puddles of water and that has been your situation your entire life. When you want to take a dump you have to get out of the shack and walk to a communal toilet or bucket, you don’t take note of the stench as it has become part of you as the sewage from the Suburbs runs in the open in front your shack.
Your supper was pap and gravy but you not complaining because there is food in the house. Before you sleep you turn on you radio to listen to the news and whatever else may be and you say your prayers asking God to help you out of your situation. Asking God for a better job, praying for your children. Asking God but why me?
When you sleep at night it is blessing because you can escape your nightmare reality. However you are woken up by gunshots and aren’t even shaken by them because you are so used to them.
You wake up at 4:00 in the morning to go your peace job in the suburbs, when you wake up you fetch your water outside in the dark and boil in a pot in the middle of winter and pore it in your little skotolo. No shower, no bath, no heater, no electric blanket, no breakfast, nothing.
Travelling for two hours in three different trains in which you were standing or hanging on from the outside for fear of losing your peace job. You do manual labour the whole day leave work and get home at 20:00. Your children at the age of 7 walk kilometre after kilometre to get to school alone. You are comforted by the fact that the oldest 10 will take care of the youngest 7.
You earn R1200 a month, the train is R600 for a monthly ticket. Your samp and mielie meal is and 2kg chicken is R300. Your children have to go to school and they have to eat at school.
Same routine until the day the local Councillor comes knocking, its been twenty years in the making and your prayers have been answered. You are on the list to receive and RDP. God Bless the ANC. Time goes by and you are waiting, until one day you are told nope there was an error on the list. Just go vote and your turn is coming, you are loyal and you do as you are told. 1 election, 2 election 3 election… same promises, same ending… Now imagine all this and you are a woman who has been left behind by her man. Multiply this by a million.
That is the life of a black man… A refugee in his own country… When we say we are pissed off at the ANC that is the reason. Not because we want anything from them, but because the life of a black man has been reduced to a none entity, only to be used for voting purposes and to be sold dreams, whilst our country is being looted dry by the few who are the gravy train. When we complain it is the usual what do you know, who are you, why does ANC need your vote, you dont have a sitting in the ANC… The arrogance when we the poor are the majority.
When we complain of white privilege that is our source of reference. We know poverty. We know exploitation.
We have been betrayed!!!