Taking Pride in our City...
Think about it. What does it mean to grow up, to mature, to know that you are no longer whom you thought you were, but are becoming someone that you have wished for, longed for; an adult.
Am I truly as responsible? Do I actually know what I like? Do I truly know what is good for me, what I need, to survive, to live, comfortable in my own skin?
Too many times we ask questions, without asking, don’t I know it, myself, already, intuitively, subconsciously?
One of my family’s traditional trademarks is to answer a question with the question; why?
It’s a defensive mechanism of never wanting to reveal one’s true self until one is safe, knowing that the vulnerability of expressing one’s true self by answering truthfully, is done with knowledge that the interrogator has no ulterior motives for your answer.
The understanding that truth is not in the answer; but the question. Lawyers and litigators know this; hence why the emphasis on how a question is asked therefore results in how a question is answered.
History is a case of how many times a subject can be repeated before it is believed to be truth. Human beings learn through repetition, so saying something enough times to put it into the subconscious results in belief.
Human beings have such a propensity of imagination that they can make what doesn’t exist physically, tangibly, greater and more powerful than the practicality of the force of gravity.
The Holy Spirit, Allah and reincarnation amongst many imaginative and creative doctrines become greater than dealing with the human suffering one sees every day.
A political campaign based on the aspirational, evangelical theme of hope becomes the definition of the Nobel Peace Prize, while the preacher of these words conducts war on a nation that refuses to believe he has any legitimate reason to wage war on its people.
Do I blaspheme by putting to words the question?
Does Barak Obama deserve the Nobel Peace Prize?
Some say that Al Gore by winning the same prize for giving a brilliant PowerPoint lecture on Climate Change already tarnished the gravitas of this once revered award.
To this I counter that F.W. De Klerk receiving the nod as a Nobel Laureate alongside Nelson Mandela began its downward spiral.
When are we gonna learn? The same Mandela almost refused the Nobel Peace Prize on principal for sharing it with De Klerk. But his name stands proud in the centre of Cape Town alongside the architect of the disenfranchisement of African natives from national and international modern economics; Cecil John Rhodes, in Mandela Rhodes Place.
That is a comic but tragic oxymoron, a most illustrative example of our complex Republic of South Africa. Extend this thought to our cut and paste National Anthem, Nkosi Sikeleli Afrika and Die Stem, and the tragic-comedy continues.
Why have we not moved on to create a National Anthem that epitomises the ideals, aspirations and inspirations of this Rainbow Nation, this new South Africa not defined by its past but by its possibility? Why?
While the name, Mandela Rhodes Place, is gifted in its complexities, intricacies, hyperbole and satiric subtleties, the generic naming of our new World Cup soccer stadium; The Cape Town Stadium, betrays the majority of this province’s population as nothing but a self loathing population of a cowardice that will sustain their low self esteem and hold this city and province back in a limbo between the past and the future. A monument to be rued by its future generations as an outstanding piece of architecture, treacherous and an unforgivable tragedy of another symbolic milestone of maturity missed, a dream deferred.
Again Cape Town has been pulled, kicking and screaming in protest, by the nose to take its place as a significant player in 21st Century South Africa.
Only to pull back, shrink and balk at her greatness.
We are a beautiful proud city of so many cultures, ethnicity's, when are we going to pay homage to the great heroes and significant players of this Metropolitan and Province.
Please join me in naming the greats from our Hall of Fame and Glory. I will begin and you may feel free to continue my list of tribute:
Cissie Gool
Taliep Pietersen
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Am I truly as responsible? Do I actually know what I like? Do I truly know what is good for me, what I need, to survive, to live, comfortable in my own skin?
Too many times we ask questions, without asking, don’t I know it, myself, already, intuitively, subconsciously?
One of my family’s traditional trademarks is to answer a question with the question; why?
It’s a defensive mechanism of never wanting to reveal one’s true self until one is safe, knowing that the vulnerability of expressing one’s true self by answering truthfully, is done with knowledge that the interrogator has no ulterior motives for your answer.
The understanding that truth is not in the answer; but the question. Lawyers and litigators know this; hence why the emphasis on how a question is asked therefore results in how a question is answered.
History is a case of how many times a subject can be repeated before it is believed to be truth. Human beings learn through repetition, so saying something enough times to put it into the subconscious results in belief.
Human beings have such a propensity of imagination that they can make what doesn’t exist physically, tangibly, greater and more powerful than the practicality of the force of gravity.
The Holy Spirit, Allah and reincarnation amongst many imaginative and creative doctrines become greater than dealing with the human suffering one sees every day.
A political campaign based on the aspirational, evangelical theme of hope becomes the definition of the Nobel Peace Prize, while the preacher of these words conducts war on a nation that refuses to believe he has any legitimate reason to wage war on its people.
Do I blaspheme by putting to words the question?
Does Barak Obama deserve the Nobel Peace Prize?
Some say that Al Gore by winning the same prize for giving a brilliant PowerPoint lecture on Climate Change already tarnished the gravitas of this once revered award.
To this I counter that F.W. De Klerk receiving the nod as a Nobel Laureate alongside Nelson Mandela began its downward spiral.
When are we gonna learn? The same Mandela almost refused the Nobel Peace Prize on principal for sharing it with De Klerk. But his name stands proud in the centre of Cape Town alongside the architect of the disenfranchisement of African natives from national and international modern economics; Cecil John Rhodes, in Mandela Rhodes Place.
That is a comic but tragic oxymoron, a most illustrative example of our complex Republic of South Africa. Extend this thought to our cut and paste National Anthem, Nkosi Sikeleli Afrika and Die Stem, and the tragic-comedy continues.
Why have we not moved on to create a National Anthem that epitomises the ideals, aspirations and inspirations of this Rainbow Nation, this new South Africa not defined by its past but by its possibility? Why?
While the name, Mandela Rhodes Place, is gifted in its complexities, intricacies, hyperbole and satiric subtleties, the generic naming of our new World Cup soccer stadium; The Cape Town Stadium, betrays the majority of this province’s population as nothing but a self loathing population of a cowardice that will sustain their low self esteem and hold this city and province back in a limbo between the past and the future. A monument to be rued by its future generations as an outstanding piece of architecture, treacherous and an unforgivable tragedy of another symbolic milestone of maturity missed, a dream deferred.
Again Cape Town has been pulled, kicking and screaming in protest, by the nose to take its place as a significant player in 21st Century South Africa.
Only to pull back, shrink and balk at her greatness.
We are a beautiful proud city of so many cultures, ethnicity's, when are we going to pay homage to the great heroes and significant players of this Metropolitan and Province.
Please join me in naming the greats from our Hall of Fame and Glory. I will begin and you may feel free to continue my list of tribute:
Cissie Gool
Taliep Pietersen
................
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