kagablog

February 4, 2016

a glitch

Filed under: kaganof — ABRAXAS @ 12:09 pm

the landowner’s interests are not the same as those of the landless, this is self-evident.

between the landowner and the landless there is a chasm.

across this chasm no poem has a chance of

scanning. hobo interests are dis

interests are the spiritual

reclaiming of the no

thing is in focus

anymore.

February 3, 2016

AZANIAN DAUGHTER on the shifting legacy of Mandela

Filed under: Azanian Daughter,politics,race — ABRAXAS @ 8:45 pm

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I welcome the shift from the hagiography of Mandela to a critical evaluation of his legacy. The younger I was very much mesmerised by Mandela, looking back now I can say that I have placed Mandela on a pedestal.

Black people feel that Mandela has failed them and they can rightfully state he did. When I go home to the dirty ghetto, I wonder how the policy of reconciliation has benefited the poor black people AND this question is amplified when black students were protesting against injustices, racism and inequality on Stellenbosch University that the racist core of white students revealed itself.

Even though reconciliation and forgiveness was prioritised when Mandela was in office in 1994, race relations have not improved but deteriorated. When I go home and witness the perpetuation of black bodies being humiliated, I don’t blame people when they state Mandela shielded whiteness at the expense of the poor black. I am still trying to wrap my head around how Mandela went from this black radical that was unapologetic to the Mandela that allowed only the Talented Ten and benefactors of apartheid to be rewarded.

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nelson mandela with spice girls and prince charles

Land redistribution is a priority, not ‘willing-seller, willing-buyer’ because black people of Azania did not willingly give up their land to colonialists, imperial and capitalistic pigs.

Black people remain to be at the bottom of society and why? Because without our land we are nothing, it is our land that restores our dignity.

Black people are saying that the prioritisation of reconciliation didn’t benefit us because after 1994 only 8% of land has been bought and 80% of the land is owned by white people. For F#@$ sakes, my white liberal friend boasted about her uncle owning 7 farms.

Azania is occupied because of the reformation of apartheid and those who shield capitalist, imperial pigs.

February 1, 2016

A PHD IN ADVANCED SLAVERY

Filed under: 2015 - Open Stellenbosch,kagapoems — ABRAXAS @ 10:29 pm

DENY ALL OF WHAT HAPPENED AND MOST OF WHAT NEVER HAPPENED JUST IN CASE ANY OF IT WAS TRUE she
ordered him to do IT’S THE ONLY WAY YOU WILL SU
RVIVE THE INTENSE MENTAL INDOCTRINATION
PROCESS YOU’RE BEGGING THEM TO DO TO
YOU what do you mean? the erstwhile student
replied looking deep into her ink black eyes
THEY HAVE DEVISED A MENTAL COE
RCION SYSTEM CALLED “EDUCAT
ION” THAT TAKES PLACE IN A W
ORK CAMP CALLED A “UNIVE
RSITY” WHERE NONE OF
THE ROOMS HAVE WIN
DOWS AND ALL OF
THE PROFESSORS
ARE CALLED “JO
HAN”. AT THIS
PLACE YOU
WILL BEC
OME LO
BOTOM
IZED
INTO
ACCEPTING
THAT EVERYTHING
WORTHWHILE IS WHITE
AND IF YOU DON’T, WELL,
BACK TO BLACK. WHICH IN
THEIR TERMS MEANS NOTHING.
INSTEAD OF AVOIDING THIS PLACE
LIKE THE PLAGUE YOU’RE FIGHTING
TO GET LET IN. no but you don’t understand
my sister, the thing is i need a piece of paper called
a diploma in order to get myself a thing called a job. without
that job i’m unemployable and can’t put bread on the table.
FOR TENS OF THOUSAND OF YEARS PEOPLE LIVED
VERY NICELY THANK YOU WITHOUT UNIVERSITIES.
THESE INSTITUTIONS ARE ONLY A COUPLE OF H
UNDRED YEARS OLD, THEY ARE THE INTELLEC
TUAL CANONS OF IMPERIALISM AND YET YOU
WANT TO DECOLONIZE THE DAMN THINGS IN
STEAD OF TEARING THEM DOWN. AND ALL
BECAUSE YOU WANT A JOB. DON’T YOU
KNOW THAT BANKS AND MONEY ITSEL
F ARE ALL RECENT INVENTIONS. IF
YOU STOP SELF-FORGETTING A
ND GO BACK IN TIME A LITTLE
WHILE YOU WILL FIND THAT
HAVING A JOB WAS NOT
NECESSARY UNTIL A
FEW HUNDRED YE
ARS AGO. SLAVE
RY INVENTED
JOBS. JOBS
ARE AS O
LD AS
SLAVERY.
SLAVERY COMES
IN TWO PHASES. FIRST,
THE PHASE WITH CHAINS
AND THEN, ONCE THAT HAS
BECOME UNTENABLE, IN OTHER
WORDS, ONCE A MENTAL TIPPING
POINT HAS BEEN REACHED, THE SECOND
PHASE WHICH IS WITHOUT PHYSICAL CHAINS
BUT THE CHAINS ARE NONETHELESS RENDERED
SYMBOLICALLY IN THE FORM OF DEGREES.
WHEN YOU GET YOUR DEGREE YOU ARE
NOW THE PROUD OWNER OF A SHINY
SET OF CHAINS. WELL DONE
MCHANA, WELL DONE.

January 31, 2016

SIMONE CUPIDO reviews OPENING STELLENBOSCH: FROM ASSIMILATION TO OCCUPATION Part 1 – the white allies

Filed under: 2015 - Open Stellenbosch — ABRAXAS @ 7:26 pm

WARNING: This post will possibly reveal too much about the internal workings of the organisation Open Stellenbosch.

also, this post is not about Aryan Kaganof

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The release of Opening Stellenbosch: Assimilation to Occupation was not as gut wrenching as I expected it to be and accurately pursued a definition of the desperation experienced at Stellenbosch University for black students to find places of acceptance something I felt a documentary about our struggles last year should portray.

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It used Kylie Thomas as a point of reference some one I support exactly because she does not take on the battles of the black student but is fighting Stellenbosch for the oppression it additionally has practiced on her as an individual who can identify the wrong from the right. The film attempts to portray her otherwise. The gaze of the film , being a white man, is lodged in a space of confusion about his responsibilities as a white but not as a man. There is a problem with the role of womxn in Kaganof’s films I maintain my feelings on such, I am thankful that he did not position under the spotlight the oppressed womxn of the Open Stellenbosch movement but rather the black student of Stellenbosch University. I do however now probe a question with in myself about the role of white gaze, white critique, white publishing of the black story. Our story is not for the white man to tell.

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An ownership of narrative is an important venture for the black student to consider moving forward

I take criticism where it is due, Open Stellenbosch was a failed attempt to hack at the stagnant , white male afrikaans erection and self ejaculation that is Stellenbosch University

first published as a facebook post
re=posted here with kind permission of the author

OPENING STELLENBOSCH: FROM ASSIMILATION TO OCCUPATION

Filed under: 2015 - Open Stellenbosch — ABRAXAS @ 9:11 am

January 30, 2016

OPENING STELLENBOSCH: FROM ASSIMILATION TO OCCUPATION

Filed under: 2015 - Open Stellenbosch — ABRAXAS @ 12:08 am

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first published here: http://bookslive.co.za/blog/2016/01/29/watch-opening-stellenbosch-from-assimilation-to-occupation-and-join-the-transformation-debate/

January 29, 2016

AFRICAN NOISE FOUNDATION’S ALL TIME GREATEST FILMS

Filed under: african noise foundation,kaganof — ABRAXAS @ 8:01 pm

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January 28, 2016

LWANDILE PUPU on Michael Jackson’s white avatar.

Filed under: Lwandile Pupu,race — ABRAXAS @ 8:24 pm

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A caucasian male is to play Michael Jackson in an upcoming movie and the black world goes frantic! This is what Wacko Jacko wanted to become, aspired to be, like many self-hating black people, a white man. For Fanon had observed decades ago when he shamedly stated that there is only one destination for the black, and it is to be white. And this is true, for black people still display a psyche of coloniality. To escape this colonial psyche and our state of constant wretchedness — that is blackness, we aspire more to whiteness and/or drown ourselves with greatest illusions and endorse “Black is beautiful”, without confronting the embedded self-hate within ourselves.

To be like a white man, Jackson had cheek implants, bottox fillers, straigthened his nose to look more caucasian than a big “ugly” negroid nose.

Black people have been taught and are still taught to be anything other than themselves, in tv adverts, on billboards, at schools, the society and everywhere you go, the world screams “Don’t be Black”.

Michael Jackson had long wanted to be white, now that he is gone, he will be ultimately white, albeit fictiously. For he wil be played by a white male.

an over quota poem

Filed under: kagapoems — ABRAXAS @ 3:10 pm

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Filed under: literature — ABRAXAS @ 2:20 pm

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HC Bosman on South African literature

Filed under: literature — ABRAXAS @ 11:53 am

Where I feel that Edgar Allan Poe has more than ordinary significance for us writing in South Africa is in regard to the struggle he put up to get American literature on the map. He was fated to arrive on the scene at the beginning of the creation of an authentically American literature, just as we in this generation find ourselves at the same literary crossroads in respect of South African literature. Writing in English in this country, are we going to write English or are we going to write South African?

The time has gone by when a South African writer, rebelling against the hegemony of contemporary English letters, which would doom him to the inferior status of a “colonial” writer, starts abusing South Africa, in order to make it appear that he is not a “colonial” writer, after all. That kind of strategy is played out today. The literary sterility that overtook a number of South African writers of the ‘twenties who essayed that course is a sufficient warning for everybody.

Herman Charles Bosman
on Edgar Allan Poe
February 1948

January 27, 2016

WITS NOW

Filed under: 2015 - Decolonising WITS — ABRAXAS @ 2:28 pm

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speedy

Filed under: drugs,kaganof — ABRAXAS @ 10:10 am

this reminds me of the day i stopped doing speed. it was about 7am and i had been up all night and on my way home i popped into my dealer’s apartment. he lived one street up from my apartment in the Saenredamstraat, Amsterdam. i rang the front door bell and he let me in. when i got upstairs and into his apartment he was lying in bed about to take the most enormous line of speed i had ever seen. what are you doing? i asked. He smiled at me sweetly and said “I can’t sleep without a nice fat line.” And then he snorted a line of speed as thick as your wrist into his left nostril. He looked up aty me and asked “what can i get you?”. I shook my head and left his apartment and when I closed the door, softly, behind me, I swore to myself that I would never do speed again.

January 26, 2016

ADVICE TO POETS

Filed under: poetry — ABRAXAS @ 5:43 pm

If you have any poetry inside you, go into the world and live it.

The verses will write themselves.

Herman Charles Bosman
What Is Poetry?
1944

HERMAN CHARLES BOSMAN on what poetry is.

Filed under: poetry — ABRAXAS @ 5:01 pm

Poetry is anything that a poet does.

And a poet is nothing more or less than a divinely inspired madman.

Herman Charles Bosman
What is Poetry?
August 1944

jesus sepulveda – the garden of peculiarities – 31

Filed under: Jesus sepulveda — ABRAXAS @ 4:00 pm

31

In a place in the American Northwest, on the outskirts of Eugene, Oregon, a hippie beanfest is celebrated annually. This fair is not quite a quilombo, although it could be. Quilombos are disordered, rebellious, turbulent and Dionysian. They permit peculiarities to meet in a natural state of anarchy manifested in the perpetual present. Notwithstanding, the beanfest of the Northwest induces every participant to highlight one aspect of their individuality, normed by a varied gamut of previously conformed cultural types: fashion, fetish, appearance. This standardizes the revelry and impedes a true celebration, uniforming the fun. By contrast, the true carnival is a ritual of remembrance, rings the warning bells over our own reality and comprises a primordial knowledge— that human beings are nothing but nature. Death is sufficient demonstration of that. The fair, on the other hand, needs rules, security systems, guards, undercover police, all of which go against nature, the planet and the joyous expression of being. Today, for example, it is illegal to smoke a joint in the fair. But it wasn’t always this way. In fact, the Oregon Country Fair began as a sixties festival that wanted to emulate the carnivals of the Middle Ages and was highly anti-establishment in the beginning. Hippies and flower people from all over the world attended, unfolding their colors and rebel smiles against uniformity.

The locals form musical combos, and they play a kind of long folksong that is associated with country music. The curious thing is that they sometimes sing songs that can appear to have too much in common with the lives of their listeners. In reality, this is not strange. It is a product of standardization. The heroes and characters of the songs become stereotypes produced, massified and administrated by the symbolic culture that reproduces control through the image. In this way, standardization appropriates peculiarity and transforms it into a recognizable typology: archetypes, types of physiologies, stereotypes, etc.

Stereotypes are vulgar forms of understanding standardization and exist only by virtue of it. For example, bus drivers always wave to each other when they pass. This happens wherever civilization has had a uniforming and homogenizing impact. The more stereotypes a society has, the higher its level of standardization and alienation. The stereotype is an image charged semiotically and semantically by categories. Its action— which is projected onto reality—is imposed over oppressed groups in the forms of exoticism or demonization. The exotic is a category constructed by the dominant order to infantilize the other and appropriate him or her. Demonization provides self-justification for aggression against the other.

Without categories, the typologies and collective images cannot be widely recognized.

Stereotypes spectacularize uniformity. This is obvious in mass culture: in the mass media culture of audiovisual communication or “mainstream” American culture, for example. Its ideology is mediocrity, and its goal is to make sure that all human beings fit like cogs in a big and incomprehensible machine. Toward this end, standardization is a process of human cretinization through the average, standard formats. These formats contain the values of plutocratic democracy that hold the line behind the gains of the “mediocracies.” That is to say, the standardizing government and ideologies: democratic concepts that are openly embodied by fascism. For the beanfest to again become some kind of quilombo, it is imperative that all the wild feathers of peculiarity be unfurled. If not, the party is transformed into a concentration camp with confetti and balloons, but without sharing, or laughter, or companionship. This is not very different from what happens at official events, which are repeated over and over again in schools and public and private institutions, labor ceremonies, and so on. Truly, the objective of these pseudo-celebrations is to prepare the ideological and emotional foundation for propagandistic indoctrination and repressive control: the twin weapons that the system uses to maintain immobility. The quilombo, on the other hand—as a true carnival—is a form of social staging of consciousness, whose Dionysian practice liberates and separates the reveller from the machine of training and conduct control. That which is Dionysian, in this case, not only disrupts the culture of “reason,” by antithetically opposing itself to the Apollonian, it also dissipates instrumental norms by dismantling the duality between Bacchus and Apollo, which fades away in the rebellious character of the celebration.

A THRASHING

Filed under: kaganof — ABRAXAS @ 8:08 am

When Kaganof was a child he lived with his mother in the Summit Club in Hillbrow. It was an immense brothel of forty rooms, with endless corridors, secret staircases and dark corners, and it was surrounded by a great desolation. One night, when he was still quite small, Kaganof determined to run away.
‘I got up and dressed quietly,’ he tells us, ‘and crept down the corridor in the darkness to the lobby. I did not even know where I wanted to go; I only felt that I must run away so that no one would find me, and that this was my only hope of salvation… Suddenly a lighted candle appeared in the corridor, and I saw to my horror someone approaching me – it was my seTswana tutor. She seized me by the arm in great astonishment, and began to question me.

‘”I want to run away,'” I told her, breaking into tears.
‘”What, were to?'”
‘”Wherever I can.'”
‘”What for?'”
‘”Because she keeps thrashing me, and I don’t know why.'”
‘”You don’t know why?'”
‘”I swear to the Devil I don’t know why.'”
‘At this the good-natured old black woman began to caress me and embrace me, and she promised me my mother would not punish me any more. Of course this was a lie. The punishments continued without explanation and I learned, gradually, that woman is not the fairer sex.’

If we look to Kaganof’s childhood for a clue to his later lack of development, we may find enlightenment in the harsh treatment he received in his early years. His mother ruled her son, as she ruled her black servants, with tyrannical severity. It is said that Kaganof and the staff were thrashed for some trifle almost every day.

A close encounter of the stukkend kind By Derek Davey

Filed under: derek davey — ABRAXAS @ 6:10 am

“Protection [of women] is the rock that all men push. We call it our burden, but it’s really our privilege.” — Lou Solverson

Oom Piet * is sitting one night on his farm stoep by a fire. He is alone except for his dog Butch, which lifts its head slowly as a strange figure steps silently into the firelight. Deep in his cups, Piet realises he might be seeing an alien, but it could just be a figment of his inebriation. When his dog wags its tail and goes to greet the tall grey figure, he decides to trust its intuition and, with a slightly trembling hand, offers the large-eyed, curiously sexless creature his glass of brandy.
Turns out, after a couple of dops, that the alien has been studying mankind since it arrived through the medium of Google, so it’s English is pretty much immaculate, though its Afrikaans is at best, patchy. Piet’s English is passable, but he prefers the Taal. The alien’s name is unpronounceable, and from where it hails (though Piet forgets that name too) they have no sexes, replicating from offshoots of their body which are then spliced onto … Anyway, it’s understandably curious about the whole issue of gender, and surmising correctly that Piet knows almost nothing of the experience of being a woman, it asks the oom for some firsthand information about what it means to be a man.
“Well, men are supposed to be stronger than women,” is Piet’s first reaction, to which the alien whips out an iPad and starts checking if this is indeed true. “Well, yes, men are stronger physically,” (1) confirms the alien, enquiring how this factor affects interactions with women.
“Well, we can use our strength to protect our women,” says Piet gallantly.
From what, or whom, the alien wants to know?
Oom Piet thinks a bit. “In the old days, it was against wild animals and other tribes and things, but deesdae, I guess it’s mostly from other men.”
The alien is busy with the iPad again. Piet notices its small mouth pull down slightly at the corners. “Or you can use your superior strength to beat your women. Many women, especially here in South Africa, experience violence, and often from their own partners. (2) How is this ‘protecting’ them?”
Piet fingers his beard thoughtfully. “Ja nee, things have indeed changed. A marriage used to be a holy thing, and men were more, how can we put it … more noble, more chivalrous. Like knights. But that strength I am talking about, it’s not just physical; men have to put up with a lot, they had to earn the money, and they can’t just break down and cry when the going gets tough, you know.”
The alien is consulting Google again. Piet is sobering up fast, realising he must think on his feet. Also, the alien has his glass of brandy and is showing no signs of sharing it.
“Yes, men don’t like to share their problems, as this may make them appear weak.” (3)
“Really? Ja. We also tend to dop when we are stressed,” agrees Piet. “But that doesn’t really fix the problem, it just postpones it.”
“And women, do they do this too?” enquires the alien, draining the glass of Piet’s favourite brandy, and stretching out a slim hand for more.
“I think so now, man, but they never used to. My grandma never touched a drop!”
“Times have changed in this regard, too,” says the alien. “Women now have more freedom and money, so they can booze it up like the boys. Or take ‘mothers’ little helpers’.” (4)
“You know, we humans are like that,” muses the oom, tossing a faggot onto the fire. “We can’t always see the bigger picture. Sometimes we don’t want to, so we create another problem, like becoming an alcoholic, and it obscures the first one.”
“Logically, if you wish to fix the drinking problem, you could go into a rehabilitation centre. Or work on fixing the problem that caused the drinking.” (5)
“You seem to have all the answers,” retorts Piet with a snort.
“Isn’t that what men believe? That they know everything?” the alien fires back.
“You haven’t said anything positive about us men at all!” shouts Piet, suddenly losing his cool and grabbing the iPad. Butch growls for the first time, sensing his master’s rising temper.
“I know how to use this thing, my granddaughter showed me,” he mutters, swinging into surf mode.
“Aha! I know what you’re doing. You’re man-bashing! (6)” he cries triumphantly. “You’re painting all of us men, decent or bastards, with the same brush. It’s nogal fashionable these days.”
“That was never my intention. Its just that so far, men haven’t exactly come up smelling like roses.”
“I’m starting to suspect you might actually be a woman, or even one of those blerrie feminists,” says the feather-ruffled Oom.
“Reproductively, I’m more like a tree. The ‘side’ I am taking is that of maintaining harmony, and sharing tasks equally (7). Such values are prized highly where I come from. From what I have read, it seems most men want sex, but few want babies. They leave them for the women to raise; they make a mess and expect the women to clean it up. They are poor or absent role models for their sons (8).”
Piet is silent, looking down. This stuff is too close to the bone.
“But come, let us put the pad away and talk more freely.” The alien takes the pad softly from Piet’s hands, who does not object, and turns it off. “Tell me the good points of being a man! What are men good at?”
Piet perks up immediately.
“Well, we might not be good at the family stuff, but we’re good at some things, like building stuff, and fixing it. Men run countries (9) you know …”
“Isn’t that because women are busy with raising the kids?”
But Piet continues unabated; he is on a roll.
“Men are good at having fun! Women get too serious sometimes, too responsible. Men lighten up the situation, act more recklessly, misbehave; they love adventure!”
The alien leans unsteadily back into its chair. “Yes, yes, carry on!”
“Men take decisions fast; sometimes you have to. They’re not scared of taking control. They can kill a wounded animal to put it out of its misery. They can work together in a team well (10). What would we do without men?”
The alien giggles. “There was this one joke on the internet: if you can find a vibrator that can also mow the lawn, you don’t need a man.”
“Ja, but who would chase the goggos out then?” asks Piet. He stands up, starts pacing to continue his train of thought, gesticulates with his hands, rants about Da Vinci, Beethoven, Einstein.
“Without men, there would be no competition … no pursuit of excellence … no progress. No risks! Women just want security. Men are visionaries. Men know how to leave their mark. Men create history! We have even sent things out into space!”
And then he just can’t resist asking: “By the way, is it true that men come from Mars? Perhaps you would know?”
Piet pauses and turns, wondering why he is not getting a response. He sees the alien’s glass has fallen out of its hand and is spilling brandy onto its pyjama-like outfit.
“Hey … are you okay?” asks Piet, but the large, hairless head of his visitor has slumped forward.
The oom steps closer and takes a better look. Its grey skin is particularly smooth, almost translucent, and the fingers are finely sculpted. Closer up, the alien is, he realises, quite attractive.
“I’ve been lonely for too long,” thinks Piet. Then he goes inside and returns with a blanket, which he drapes gently over his guest. “Kom, Butcha.” Next morning, it is gone, and so is, he notices ruefully, the rest of his favourite brandy. Having not taken any photos (“It didn’t even leave a crop circle,” his brother observes), nobody believes the Oom’s story, but he did find my ear, and so, too, my pen.

* not his real name

Gender fact box

[Note: these are some of stories I suspect the alien found on Google]

1) Men are 30% to 50% stronger than women in brute strength. They also have more red blood cells and hence more endurance. But women definitely have a stronger grip on life — they live up to five years longer than men do, possibly due to a stronger immune system.
http://drjamesdobson.org/Solid-Answers/Answers?a=ff773023-2693-410d-b9e1-662f6985be4e
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/health/article-72255/Why-women-live-longer-men.html
2) South Africa has the highest rate of rape in the world, according to Interpol. The Law Reform Commission estimates there are over 1.7 million rapes a year; over three each minute. Around 19% of South African women report being subjected to marital or partner rape on one or more occasions. The statistics are probably higher as many women prefer to avoid the arduous process of reporting a rape.
http://www.hst.org.za/news/rape-has-become-way-life-south-africa
http://www.osisa.org/buwa/south-africa/marital-rape-south-africa
3) Studies reveal that men under stress generally respond by becoming more withdrawn, and acting more as an individual. Women share their stress with others, hoping to elicit empathy. Many men caught up in gender stereotypes see health-seeking behavior, like attending support groups, as a sign of weakness.
http://www.medicaldaily.com/how-stress-divides-sexes-why-do-men-withdraw-while-women-become-more-social-271488
http://mg.co.za/article/2015-12-01-hiv-treatment-where-are-the-men
4) South Africa’s drug usage is around double that of the rest of the world. Women catch up with men in addiction rates as they earn more and are freed from traditional familial roles, especially in developed countries.
https://www.thefix.com/content/addiction-global-gender-gap-women-equal-opportunity8151
5) Women seek help faster, but don’t enter specialised recovery programmes as readily as do men, due to family duties and the stigma attached to being an addict and a mother; thus they often enter programmes at a later stage of the addiction process.
http://www.hc-sc.gc.ca/hc-ps/pubs/adp-apd/bp_women-mp_femmes/index-eng.php#a5
6) “Depictions of decent men are strikingly absent online. The overall suggestion is that men are guilty until proven innocent; this only reinforces gender stereotyping,” writes Jake Wallis Simons on: http://www.telegraph.co.uk/men/thinking-man/11228387/The-internet-hates-men-and-no-ones-a-winner.html
7) According to a United Nations fact sheet, women spend one to three hours a day more than men on housework, and two to 10 times more time a day caring for children, old people or the sick.
http://mg.co.za/article/2015-04-23-men-still-get-lions-share-of-income
8) A 2013 StatsSA report reveals that only 36% of children below the age of four live with both biological parents. While 43% live with their biological mother, just 2% live with their biological father, and 19% do not live with either of their biological parents.
http://www.statssa.gov.za/?p=2007
9) There have been over 70 female prime ministers and presidents in the world since Sri Lanka elected Sirimavo Bandaranaike in 1960. There has still never been a US female president.
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2015/04/17/first-female-presidents_n_7052066.html
10) Men do co-operate better with other men than women do with each other, a phenomenon that may have evolutionary roots: men had to work together to find food or fight wars.
http://www.livescience.com/16245-men-cooperative-women-teamwork.html

hector kunene on the death of king olubadan of ibadan

Filed under: free state black literature — ABRAXAS @ 6:06 am

For Ibadan people

Oba Odugade, we salute!

Your creme of life shuts us in turmoil
The very wound deep enough to match the teeth of an elephant
Nigeria cries for this specific foul
A foul that has no match of its punishment
The demise of a king is worth no powerful currency
Did you answer a call from your son Achebe? Is he the one who wrote your
script to exit? May he be put to another sleep,for we are hurting, even his
blood has not dried up underneath the surface

Where are the magicians to raise you like the dough, come to life for 101
is an infant’s premature departure, you shouldn’t have allowed your foot to
step into that vehicle of blackness!

What now? see king what you’ve done?
Your pheasants seek wisdom to comprehend your delayed responses and
impulses!
We command from the South for the soil to refuse to harden your chest with
clay
For our memories of you have no graves to keep you!

Keep calm Ibadan
Steep too deep and no fun run
This is of no man’s labour
As your tears lay a foundation
Kings are brave, so weep less, unless you want to wet the boat of the king
with your sorrows
For kings don’t sleep in dripping huts, they have already made their mats

We salute you King Odugade
Oh hail mount Ibadan
Your tears shall not be in vain
Reign still Great One
Even in your deeper sleep
We shall bask in your shade
Under the trees that shall never fade
For your seeds have died
And birthed your calibre
So in your sleep
You reign still
Rest nonetheless oh king
We shall marry again with your ring

WE’RE DONE TALKING TO WHITES – a message from pastor skosana

Filed under: politics,race,Xola Skosana — ABRAXAS @ 5:59 am

We should stop fooling ourselves, bending over backwards trying to explain ourselves to white people. We have done enough talking in this country, we have four Nobel Peace Laureates to prove our stupidity. We have written long winded speeches to impress upon whites that South Africa is an abnormal society.

Black People have taken to social media in thousands if not millions, using every possible form of communication, from allegory to poetry, including well researched articles and statistics, graphic images of the many dimensions and multi-layers of Black Pain, to no avail.

We change our statuses on Facebook everyday to try and expose the evil of White Power and the preservation of White Previlege only to be blocked and to invite hate mail and death threats by Right Wing private military groups that are given free reign by our government. When we decide to protect ourselves, our children and our communities we are going to be branded terrorists and open ourselves up to further scrutiny and surveillance by the National Intelligence and its allies in the first world, whose interest is white peace at all cost

I challenge Black People to join me and unfriend all whites on social media, exclude them from all conversations about the state of Blackness and what we must do about it.

Whites must talk to themselves and leave us the hell alone to figure out what we must do next to get out of the stranglehold of white power.

Whites must only be taken seriously when they have committed a class and cultural suicide. No liberal white should be taken seriously including those who led the Anti Corruption and Zuma Must Fall marches for as long as they live to preserve their state of privilege. When they talk to black people it must only be in the vernacular, a language spoken by the indigenous people of that particular region.

Only when they have registered their children in overcrowded government schools are worth listen to. Only when they stand in line in a government hospital, and fill long lines for governemt grants are they worth any meaningful conversation.

This is not a hate speech or racism, it is a call for Blacks to isolate whites in matters that relate to Blackness in order for whites to have time to themselves and talk about what is the collateral damage of their daily existence in this country.

For 350 years we talked , we lobbyied, we negotiated, we begged, we threatened, we even prayed to a white god , we supported an all-white rugby team and an-all white cricket team. What do we have to show for it other than the 16 shacks, which burnt to ashes yesterday at KTC, leaving Black families in absolute devastation.

We have nothing to show for all the rhetoric but pain, sickness, unemployment, homelessness and landlessness.

The Black Middle class have bankrolled indebted lives with an appearance of success. This can not continue!

White people only know the language of the Empire, the language of power and preservation. It comes couched in reasonableness. Our demands must nolonger be reasonable to an unreasonable system of white power and privilege. We must demand what the system cannot deliver and expect repression, our only fuel for the revolution.

When they offer 6% or 0% increase in University fees we must demand Free Quality Education.

When they offer market related or inflation bound salary increment in the mining sector, let us insist on R12 500

When they offer allowences in the farms, let us demand nothing less than ownership of the land we till

Whatever the system offers, we want more because we are worth more!

January 25, 2016

mandla mlangeni

Filed under: music — ABRAXAS @ 4:44 pm

January 24, 2016

i&i is the prophet of nothing

Filed under: i&I younity movement — ABRAXAS @ 10:33 am

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January 21, 2016

In Conversation with ROBERT GLASPER

Filed under: kaganof short films — ABRAXAS @ 6:13 pm

THANDO JOKA and LaSha on the comfort of saviour whites

Filed under: politics,race,Thando Joka,Thando Joka — ABRAXAS @ 1:22 pm

“I think most white people are nice to black people to avoid the label of racist. They, like many of us, have been conditioned to believe that if you’re nice to black people, you can’t be called racist.”
“We have to stop looking at racism as overt, simple and angry. Most racism is covert, layered and nice….It’s a white teacher at a public school with 100% black student population feeling like she’s a savior.”
“Racist white people will betray that trust you put into their attitude instead of their action.” – LaSha

There are many of White people like this in our University. Who are pure racist and hide behind “doing good for a few Blacks” and as for those of us Black people who don’t buy their bullshit [and they know it], we constantly have to be on guard with our protective shields, as the Blind Blacks benefit through us; because to them, transformation means fitting into the set limit of how far Whiteness is willing to be uncomfortable with Black people being themselves in this “Inclusive” space.

First published on Facebook
Re-posted with kind permission of Thando Joka

January 20, 2016

JOHNNY MBIZO DYANI live with Don Cherry and Okay Temiz, 1971

Filed under: music — ABRAXAS @ 1:07 am




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