Poverty, Violence and Crime in SA. What Can We Do About it?

By Nomathemba Pearl Dzinotyiwei
It pains me to write this. SA is a beautiful country. But the contrasts are hard to ignore. The ultra-rich 1%, the better off 9% that manage on credit & the 90% that are not able to make ends meet. We complain about crime, violent protests & derelict infrastructure. How did we get here? When we talk of apartheid and colonialism, people want to shut it down and say ‘get over it’. But it’s not over. Both had a terrible & lasting impact on the psyches of Black people which will take generations to erase. The violence & crime we see today is a direct result. 
The violence and oppression of Black people in South Africa because is now manifesting as violent crime such as robbery, rape etc. Black men felt powerless & took their emotions out on women & children, those weaker than them. They turn on foreigners for the same reason. The violence of the protests is a result of not being heard until essential infrastructure is damaged.
Black people have been underpaid and many still are, compared to white people in the same jobs. If you don’t pay the parents a living wage, they can’t feed their children properly. Inadequate nutrition & mental stimulation before age 3 leads to irreversible brain damage. Research has shown that poor people live under unremitting stressful conditions which lead them to make poor decisions of the short-term kind. They are unable to plan beyond getting the next meal by any means available. Those people unfortunately are the majority of the 90%.
Captains of industry complain that there are no skills in engineering, science & maths. Where will the skills come from? The people do not have the capacity to learn due to childhood malnutrition, because their parents were poorly paid plus they had ill-equipped schools. The same people complain about crime & how it deters investors. They refuse to connect their desire for short- term profit 2 generations ago to the social problems that we see today. They pretend that everyone has the same 24 hours & equal opportunity while bypassing BEE rules. 
There are no easy solutions. I agree with Professor Mamokgethi Phakeng  @UCT_VC calling for a wealth tax on the 1%. The 9% are burdened by income and value-added tax which take up a significant portion of their income. The wealthiest 1% do tax planning and manage to get away with legal avoidance of taxes because they can afford professional tax advice. The project for national renewal needs funding.
We need sound ethical leadership at all levels of society. The focus on short-term profit needs to be done away with. Shareholders who put pressure on businesses to make a profit at all costs are equally responsible. Naturally they belong to the 1%. The same shareholders look the other way when their executives bribe or make “facilitation payments” to get government business. The culture of corruption in the public sector is not a post-apartheid phenomenon. However our leaders learned from the best and have taken corruption to another level. Now there is nothing left to steal.
We can start by ensuring children are properly fed & early childhood learning centres are built. Then we can stop manufacturing criminals. This requires parents who are working to be paid a living wage. It’s a no- brainer. The multiplier effect alone of improving workers’ incomes will create a bigger more profitable market in the long run for business.
To address the issue of violence, we need conflict resolution work & debriefing to happen in our townships and schools to enable people to solve problems without resorting to violence. The work that Forest Whitaker @ForestWhitaker is doing with his foundation in the Cape flats is commendable. We need more of that. 
60% of households in SA do not own a book. Only 14% of the population read for leisure. A novel on average costs R250 in a bookshop. We need government to support the publishing industry by zero-rating VAT on books. Festivals like the Abantu Book Festival  @Abantu_ need support to build a reading culture. Because South African history is not taught in schools, works of fiction or historical novels and works of nonfiction can fill that gap. The lack of knowledge of history, whether our own i4 that of others means we are doomed to repeat the same mistakes.
The film industry can also be used to turn the culture around. Nollywood & Bollywood are the biggest film industries in the world by turnover. Investment in local films to provide entertainment and facilitate a culture change. Mobile cinemas can help reach people in remote areas. If we can make films that show what South Africa can be to the younger generation, then we have a chance to re-engineer the national psyche to create our best selves.
Government needs to be serious about creating employment for adults without STEM skills. It’s no use talking about 4IR in a developing country without basic infrastructure, roads, railways, bridges, water and electricity. That work can be done by unskilled people, just pay them. If you keep them busy and pay them well, then they can look after their families and not be tempted to rob, rape and kill.
If you don’t want crime, then stop creating fertile conditions for it, Incidentally among the 1% are those making money from the drug trade, trafficking of stolen goods & human trafficking. They too are responsible for corrupting government officials, who then look the other way as they continue with their nefarious activities. Luckily for them, they can afford armed private security & sip champagne & cognac behind high walls & gates. They can scoff at ‘the wretched of the earth’ but there will come a time when all that money will not save them, when social systems collapse completely.

The legacy of violence created by colonialism and apartheid will continue until the cycle is broken. There can be no freedom or security is the majority of the people are living in poverty & fighting for the scraps. Breaking that cycle requires conscious and ethical leadership that is prepared to do the right thing for the greater good. SA is not irretrievably broken at this point, however the longer we wait, the close we edge towards being a failed state. The country north of the border is almost there. South Africa is not special, no matter how highly we think of ourselves, it can happen here too. It’s not too late to stop it. Our future depends on what we do now.

Requiem for Old Bob

“Robert Mugabe

The former President of Zimbabwe has died”

A voice intoned over the radio.

I waited for the shock of loss.

None came.

I thought somewhere,

in the dark corners of my deeply scarred soul,

I would find at least a shadow of grief.

There was none.

I waited for the tears to come.

But there was nothing.

No lachrymose outpouring of grief.

They were long gone.

Shed over the years

For the unhealed wounds of my people

Dealt by that despot

Named for an angel

One of the best and brightest

God’s own messenger.

Who instead trafficked in death

It makes me angry

That he’s gathered peacefully to rest

With his forefathers

Leaving in his wake

A nation destroyed for generations.

Death was too good for him.

The nation cheated of retribution

What about the thousands?

Dead in mass graves in Matebeleland.

The car accidents?

Loved ones vanished without a trace,

Their bodies dissolved in acid.

A literate people dying of cholera in the city and

Of HIV AIDS in the village.

What about the millions?

Dead men walking, without hope, without God

Women raped, the scars on their souls

Veiled with hysterical laughter.

What about the billions

Embezzled & stashed outside the country.

Broken families scattered across a world.

Of increasingly hostile nations

Anxiously making a living.

What about the parents they cannot bury,

The children they cannot raise,

Beloved spouses parted by distance not death.

How dare he die?

Leaving us to live

With the consequences of his misrule.

There are others more deserving

Of my grief

The ones sacrificed

For his bloodthirsty lust for power

There’ll be no elegy for him.

No tears for old Bob.

©️ Pearl Deyi 2019

The Mark of a Christian Leader

By Nomathemba Pearl Dzinotyiwei

I attended the recently introduced African Contemporary Service at Northrand Methodist Church today. With hymns and choruses sung in IsiXhosa and SeSotho, there’s nothing like worship in African languages. We worshippers are never at a loss, as long as there is music and the Wesleyan Methodist Church is one of the most musical of congregations.

The sermon was an amazing God moment for me, having recently assumed a more senior leadership position. Titled the Marks of a Christian Leader, it was to celebrate the induction into leadership of oMama bo Manyano, the Women’s Fellowship. The ladies were resplendent in their red, white and black uniforms, taking the oath of office to serve in the Executive Committee. Rev. Mntambo was in his element, effortlessly switching from IsiXhosa, to IsiZulu then SeSotho and mixing it with English. He exhorted the ladies to lead like Jesus Christ.

Marks of a Christian Leader

Firstly a leader must build a team, a group of people working together for a common purpose. A leader takes responsibility for every member of the team. After calling the disciples, Jesus was committed to their welfare. In John 17, he prayed for them. You must pray for your team members if you are a Christian leader.

It’s easy to lead with your title, if you have the position and authority. However, it’s not easy to lead by character. People will obey a title but they will follow a character. A leader should be loving, humble, kind and gracious for people to follow. When you lead by title, people will do the work when you are there and stop when you are not there. When people don’t follow you, they speak ill of you when you aren’t there. Lead by character not by title.

When the team members are expected to give 100%, a leader gives 110%. A leader must inspire their followers. The word inspiration comes from the same root word as that of spirit. As a leader you must breathe into people, your life, your character and influence. A leader is one who can show the way to others. If you don’t know the way, find the way. Depend on Jesus, He knows the way, because He is the way, the truth and the life. One shows the way he or she has walked. If it’s uncharted territory, he or she must move forward into the unknown with confidence. Focus on God who has called you and not the situation or other distractions in the environment.

Leadership and Perfection

Leaders are not perfect. Take the example of David, King of Israel who committed adultery, then plotted to have the woman’s husband killed. However God did not remove him from leadership. Paul, a sinner and a zealot who persecuted and arrested Christians was called by God, and became the greatest apostle. Peter, his life was a comedy of errors, saying and doing what was inappropriate all the time. On the mountain when Jesus was praying, he wanted to stay in the glory of God and suggested building 3 shelters, one for Jesus, another for Moses and another for Elijah. When you experience the glory of God, you need to take the glory with you to the valley, to the sick, the lonely, to those that need his love. Don’t keep it for yourself.

What does God require of a Christian Leader?

Firstly, true spirituality. Be filled & controlled by the Holy Spirit. If Jesus depended on the Holy Spirit, who are you not to be? To fill your life with the Holy Spirit you must look upwards like a nestling waiting to be fed. Pray for the Lord to fill you with the Holy Spirit so you may live and lead. Secondly, be humble. Leaders must serve. The greatest shall be the least. God will elevate you. When God calls you to lead, no one can stop you.

What are the Marks of a False Leader?

A false leader joins a group for personal gain. He or she seeks a position for himself or herself. A false leader wants to occupy all positions and doesn’t want anyone else at the top. He or she uses other people as stepping stones to take him or herself to the top. Such leaders causes conflict within the team, and are constantly finding fault with other people.

A True Leader

A true leader led by the Spirit knows how others are feeling. He or she communicates with the people. They do not let problems simmer. If you see a problem deal with it kindly & graciously. A true leader asks what is wrong, not who is wrong. When you blame people for mistakes, your organisation does not grow. True leaders serve, like Jesus, who washed his disciples’ feet. He does not expect to be served. Lead by character and not title so people can follow you.

Re-Member

To re-member is to put things

Back together.

To make whole

The scattered scraps of collective memory

Of who we once were.

Like dry bones of broken limbs

Strewn across the barren wasteland

Reminiscences litter the bleak emptiness

Of souls lost for generations

Desperate to forget yet recall

A past buried under a weight of pain

Replete with hopes and dreams,

Recollections of loved ones

Dead and unmourned,

Or left behind crying with arms outstretched.

They shuffled painfully,

Out of that dark dank little cavern

Through that little door

Of no return

To sail across water

Wetter than tears

Crying “Father!

Does your magic stretch this far

To save us.”

Tell the stories to your children

& your children’s children.

Teach them to sing

In the language of your people.

They will recall and sing

Uncomprehending

But one day

In the presence of those who know,

they will REMEMBER.

©️Nomathemba Pearl Dzinotyiwei 2019

Book Review: The Book of Dust by Philip Pullman

By Nomathemba Pearl Dzinotyiwei

A few years there was a movie called the Golden Compass, based on the work of Philip Pullman about a young girl called Lyra who owned and could read a strange instrument. She was the subject of a prophecy like Harry Potter, and this made her a person of great interest to the religious, occult and scientific communities. The climax of the movie is when she frees a great polar bear and helps him regain his magic armor which makes him invincible in the war. If you enjoyed the movie, you’ll want to read this book.

The Book of Dust, his latest work, is the first of a trilogy published in 2017 is the prequel to Lyra’s story. It tells of the inauspicious circumstances of her birth, to the beautiful, yet terrifying Mrs. Coulter and the intrepid adventurer and scientist Lord Asriel. The two were in an adulterous love affair which resulted in the fatal shooting of Mr. Coulter by Lord Asriel in a fight. Lyra is born soon after. Mrs Coulter doesn’t have a maternal bone in her body and Lord Asriel is regarded as an unfit parent. As a result the baby Lyra is taken into sanctuary by the nuns at the priory in Godstow, a small village on the banks of the River Thames. There, she forms a bond with Malcolm, the innkeeper’s son who helps the nuns on a regular basis.

The story is told from young Malcolm’s point of view. An intelligent and curious child of uncommon kindness, decency and courage, Malcolm emerges as the hero, when the forces of nature, religion and the state threaten the baby Lyra’s life. After many misadventures and gaining an unlikely ally, Malcolm and his trusty canoe called La Belle Sauvage find themselves embroiled in a web of espionage as they battle the elements, a demented ex-convict and religious fundamentalists in an effort to get Lyra to an alternative place of safety.

This is a gripping tale where the worlds of magic, reality, religion and science collide in the battle for the hearts and minds of humanity. Philip Pullman takes us back to where it all began. The cliffhanger ending is sure to make you want to read the next work of this trilogy.

Book Review: House of Stone by Novuyo Rosa Tshuma

By Nomathemba Pearl Dzinotyiwei

‘It was the best of times and the worst of times.’ This is the opening line of a Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens. For the Ndebele people of Zimbabwe the Gukurahundi massacres were the worst of times. The sheer violence, brutal rape and dehumanizing murders perpetrated by a black government against defenseless black civilians were unparalleled in the country’s history or indeed that of the continent at the time. It could be said that the perpetrators of ethnic violence in Rwanda and Burundi took a leaf out of Robert Mugabe & the ruling party’s playbook.

The book’s title is a direct translation of the name of the nation of Zimbabwe, derived from the mysterious monumental ruins of the capital of the pre-colonial Mutapa Empire, known as dzimba dza mabwe in the Shona language or houses of stone in English. Ironically today, the country has been deserted by the best and brightest of its citizens and the economy is literally in ruins. There are different strategies adopted by the people to survive the economic holocaust evident in the novel. One could say the country’s name is a self-fulfilling prophecy.

The novel follows the story of Zamani, the main character, a lodger in the back-room at a house in the township of Luveve, in Bulawayo, a house formerly owned by his late Uncle Fani. Zamani is an orphan, whose mother Zodwa died in the death camp of Bhalagwe during the massacres. His conception from gang rape in the camp means his father is unknown and he is searching for a father and a family. His investigations lead him to the enigmatic character known as Black Jesus, a high-ranking leader of the government forces that laid waste to the land and people of Matebeleland. He remains a key figure in the ruling party ZANU PF today, those architects of poverty and violence.

Given the denial of the atrocities by the government and having no hope of resolving the issue of his paternity, Zamani insinuates himself into the lives of the Mlambo family in an effort to create a family of his own. However just as in the book of Genesis, the blood speaks and Zamani realises that he is very much his father’s son as he plots to establish himself within the family and like any usurper, schemes to ensure that his position is unassailable.

I had the privilege of meeting the author at the Abantu Book Festival in Soweto last year. She is an erudite, bold, passionate and outspoken young woman, who despite years of living in the diaspora has not forgotten her roots.

This courageous work successfully lifts the veil of darkness on a bloody period in the nation’s history. It was not an easy read, due to the familiar hi-story thanks to hearing accounts by family and friends with first-hand experience of the massacres. However, Novuyo manages to convey the violence and tragedy of the massacres and their consequences for generations, with humour and unnerring accuracy. All the accolades she receives for this work are well-deserved. I definitely recommend this book for anyone seeking to understand the basket case that is the land of my birth, the house of stone to the north of the Limpopo River.

No Rules – Available on Amazon

This is a cross-cultural love story of two millennials set in Johannesburg, South Africa. It is available on Amazon under Women’s Fiction. To read a sample and purchase, go to https://www.amazon.com/kindle/dp/B071NY9YXC/ref=rdr_kindle_ext_eos_detail

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This is my first self-published novel, under the my nom de plume Pearl Deyi. Deyi is one of the family names of our clan, oManzini aba kwaZungu and also has letters from my surname.

Say No

Peace in the heart, peace in the home, peace in the world.

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Say no

To those who

Demean

Dismiss and

Disrespect you.

Say no

To those who decide

That your being different

Makes you less than the least of them

And therefore underserving of

Courtesy

Consideration and

Contentment.

Say no

To those who deny

Your right to occupy

The same space

Enjoy the latitude

To express

The essence of you.

To those who

Use and abuse you

Sacrificing your fragile wellbeing

on the altar of

Their self-centred desires

Say no.

To those

Whose good intentions pave the way

to your personal hell

Saying you must,

you should

you had better

Do whatever

hurts your body and sickens your soul

Say no.

To your ego

Which sides with the enemies outside

Refusing to honour the truth

Of who you are.

Say no.

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The Learned People Shall Govern

My favourite poem Nikki Giovanni called Hot Chocolate starts with the words: ‘This is not a Poem…’ So to speak of the Abantu Book Festival one would say:

This is not a Book Fair
It’s an experience.
Not just a meeting place
For writers and buyers
But an intersection
Of ideas, values and perspectives
Of what it means
To be a man, a woman,
Or in-between

Every second and every inch of space
Ours to express ourselves
Unapologetically African
No fucks given
No offence taken
Consciously intellectual
No ‘woke woke’rhetoric here
Only honest conversations
Agree or disagree
We sit at the feet of experience
Yet learn from youth

A happy place
Where colleagues and contemporaries
Become friends
And friends reconnect with the joy
Of long-lost siblings
A safe space
where everyone acknowledges,
understands and accepts
Your particular brand of madness.
And realises its genius.

A place of reflection
Of introspection
A place of power
A place of resistance
The legendary township of Soweto,
Where Apartheid received
Its most deadly wounds
In this place
Babylon’s whiteness
Must Fall.

A stone’s throw from
That sacred place called Kliptown
In this place
We declare that:
The People Shall Write
The People Shall Read
The People Shall Learn and
The Learned People Shall Govern

Long Live the People’s Book Festival
Long Live!
Long Live the Spirit of Ubuntu!
Long Live!
Amandla!
Awethu!
Imfundo!
Eyethu!
Inkululeko yaBantu!
Mayibuye!

©️ Nomathemba Pearl Dzinotyiwei

Book Review: Ghana Must Go by Taiye Selasi

By Nomathemba Pearl Dzinotyiwei

The totally unexpected beginning of this story had me thinking ‘Who starts a novel like that?’ The closest to come to that would be how Margaret Atwood, in an ad for an online masterclass, when she says she would have rewritten the beginning of Little Red Riding Hood to say: ‘It was dark inside the wolf.’ Taiye Selasi’s technique kept me riveted for the next 318 pages.

The story draws you in to the chronicles of three generations of a family. Starting with an interracial marriage between Maud a Scotswoman and John Nwaneri, in Nigeria, their daughter Somayina, who dies young leaving her husband Olukayode Savage and their young daughter Folasade. After the tragic death of her father in an outbreak of violence in the Muslim North, Folasade emigrates to the United States of America, where she meets Kweku, a Ghanaian medical student. They get married and raise a family: Olu, who follows in his father’s’ footsteps, the twins: Taiwo, a girl and Kehinde a boy, who share that sacred bond and then Folasade, nicknamed Sadie, the last-born daughter who nearly didn’t make it.

The family’s American Dream, however, morphs into a nightmare when he fails to save the life of a millionaire’s mother, who happens to be a benefactor of the hospital. To appease the family, the hospital unjustly fires the good doctor, one of their finest surgeons and thus begins the family’s downward spiral into tragedy.

The novel, much like a movie, pans, zooms in and fades out, with flashbacks into the family’s lives as they deal with the disappearance and attempted reappearance of the husband and father from their lives after he loses his job. Folasade calls on her native Nigerian hustling instincts to pick up the pieces and keep going. Each child is affected differently and finds their own way of dealing with the separation of their parents and the impact of the decisions their mother had to make to support them.

The family reunites in Ghana many years later to bury Kweku, now a successful surgeon in a local hospital. He has remarried and built his dream home with an achingly beautiful garden, planted and tended by a geriatric yogi called Mr Lamptey, the eccentric carpenter who built the house. They all react differently on arrival in this country. It’s home, yet not home, this strange land that their father came from.

In the run-up to the funeral, the children get to know their father’s family, come to understand their father better and what drove him. They each find their own connection to this place, to begin to understand and resolve some of their personal issues, including the retelling of painful and deeply-buried secrets. In this land they begin to understand their gifts and find their place in the world. This unfolding of events gives credence to the belief that only when you know where you come from, will you know where you’re going. It partly explains Africans’ obsession with ‘going home’, especially for immigrants and their children born on foreign soil.

The most poignant part of the story is how Folasade, having moved back to Africa, mourns her estranged husband and makes peace with his new wife Ama. In one of those stories of female solidarity that is so often not told, the two women, understanding they have both lost him, mourn him together and support each other.

Ghana Must Go, makes reference to the xenophobic sentiment in Nigeria which led to the mass expulsion of Ghanaians living in the country. It is a story of personal struggle and sacrifice against the backdrop of war, poverty and making a life in a foreign land. It reveals the beauty and cruelty that comes with being part of a family as well as a personal search for belonging and a spiritual place of rest. It is an altogether unforgettable read.