Cristiano Ronaldo: โI challenge that guy there, to ask a good question, since he doesn't like me.โ
Marcelo Bechler: โWhat's the hardest thing about a World Cup at 41 years old?โ
Cristiano: โTalking to those, who don't like me mainly, and you're one of them, I know.โ
Why are South African journalists failing to ask such questions? Just listen to this Kenyan journalist asking valid questions to fellow countrymen who got repatriated from South Africa.
What makes the South African government think everything they say is the final order? Those days are long gone. We are tired of corruption and impunity, and we are no longer willing to stay silent
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The Video of the shooting which happened last week in Ormonde.
When that guy on tv said it was a movie I thought he was exaggerating, but now I understand what he was talking about. This was a movie, these guys they wanted this money๐ค๐ค๐ค
You can be soooooo popular at your workplace, but trust me, if you're laid off today, no one from work will call you after 1 week. Avoid gossip. Don't brag. Do your job. Get paid. Go home.
I had relatives in Cape Town who pretended to be Coloured all their lives and the parents kept it as a dark secret from the kids that they were Africans. It was my dad's aunt, my grandmother's younger sister and her husband. They moved there in the 50's. They came from the Free State and obviously could speak Afrikaans. The advantage for them was also that they were light in complexion.
Oupa worked for Trasnet Railways and took a job in CT. When they got there, he realized that Coloured people had better living conditions and were paid better salaries. He so maar changed their surname, from Sebolai to Bolly. ๐ They got a house in Elsies River. He managed to pull the whole thing off somehow.
Now, my dad was a priest, 'n Predekant in the former Dutch Reformed Church or NG Kerk. Also trained in Afrikaans at College, he and my mom and the rest of the uncles and aunts who were teachers, spoke fluent Afrikaans. So they used to visit the Bolly's for holidays and just played along. ๐คท๐ฝโโ๏ธ
My mom used to tell me crazy stories of how whenever they went to visit, the first day they arrive, the ladies would be locked in the bedroom and have their hair relaxed with hot stone and wore their doeks tied under the chin like Muslim or Coloured women did. The kids were not supposed to get even a slight hint that they were Africans. My dad was their favorite because our church was Dr. Alan Boesak's church, so they could boast that their Oom Solly is ook 'n predekant van NG Kerk. ๐
Now when I went to study in Cape Town, a young 18 year old, my dad asked them to look after me especially since my mom had just died. They were the ones who took me to the airport when my my mom died. So shem they loved me so much, but had subtle racist tendencies, especially their kids, who were much older than me. They were racist but, sadly, were dark skinned, darker than their parents, even darker than me. I used to look at them giving me attitude and I would get so bored and just think "mxm you, only if you knew." ๐ The eldest son looked exactly like my dad, but he was darker.
Whenever Oupa and Ouma came to fetch me from Res at Fuller Hall for Sunday lunch, once a quarter or so, they would be so nervous and walk on egg shells because firstly, I wore my hair short, always did till today, and I refused to speak Afrikaans, I didn't know it that well anyway, so I spoke to them in English or Sesotho. My poor grandmother would say "at least your hair is nice and short, please don't do braids like girls from Gugulethu and Nyanga". ๐ญ๐ We spoke Sesotho in the car and switched as soon as we got home. When we get home, before we eat, the two of them will take me to the bedroom and pray in hush voices in Sesotho. I always found it funny and sad. ๐
Then I would be pampered with roast chicken, potatoes, seven colours, take some back to res, with rusks, sister cookies. My friends knew that whenever I went to Elsies, I came back with all kinds of goodies.
They have since passed on. Their kids, we lost contact with them. They are probably old or it's the younger generation that is left. Wherever they are, they don't know their real background and chances are that they continue to think they are better than Africans because that's how they were taught.๐
I just remembered this experience when I watched the Adhoc Committee appearance of Hon. Fadiel Adams and his interaction with Hon. Sauls.
In my interview with Reality Street Talk, I speak bluntly about how I was pushed out as Mayor of Johannesburg.
The @Our_DA Chairperson of the Federal council and now DA CoJ Mayoral Candidate, @helenzille, held secret meetings with the ANC to remove me. Why? Because I refused to play politics.
I was bringing real services to poor communities. I was investing in neglected areas. I was focused on fixing informal settlements, restoring dignity, and ensuring that every resident; not just those in suburbs; received quality services.