When we see pictures such as these it should be a reminder that an incompetent and hopeless leader is benefiting from his title rather than functioning in the job they were employed to fulfil. Tragedy is it not? Yet the adjacent picture of Sandton City does portrays the extravagance of necessity!
Does it not break your heart to see this woman crossing the river with her baby on her back? You see the young man assisting her so that she does not misbalance and on the other side are other commuters waiting for their turn. Seeing from the obvious precarious engineering, this must have been a community innovation as the local councillor sits on his hands doing nothing while the people risk their lives fending for themselves.
Many in South Africa do not understand their rights, they do not know how to hold their representatives accountable. When we see pictures such as these it should be a reminder that an incompetent and hopeless leader is benefiting from his title rather than functioning in the job they were employed to fulfil. Tragedy is it not? Yet the adjacent picture of Sandton City does portrays the extravagance of necessity!
…at Soma, Johannesburg surrounded by art and a bar we were honest.
Last night I attended an invitation to the very trendy part of Johannesburg, where the Consciousness Café held a meeting. The room was filled with people from varying backgrounds from New York, Portugal and many locals.
The organisers were brilliant as they facilitated the dialogues despite how absurd or contrary our points of view to the subject of “Who is really African?”. As the various people shared openly their views and heart-felt struggles we saw walls, fears and expressions of sadness, joy, and pain being voiced with the words trying to communicate hoping that someone was listening — and we were all attentive. Hearing the heart-beating of the words going beyond our head and responding in compassion.
I was amazed that there is a group of educated and sophisticated young people arising from South Africa with great maturity and respect for dialogue and to which sadly the media fails to portray — instead we see news coverage of student violence, irrational behaviour and thus showed me a new generation is arising and hope is on the way.
The dialogue led us to contemplate what it really means to be African. To which can only be summed up that it about our shared values – and if so, what are they? Is it about our roles and responsibilities on this continent? Is it about a shared struggle consciousness? Are we African when we have the desire to reconnect with the Ubuntu that has been choked by capitalism?