It's me again: Just to emphasise and not to raise any panic-loaded, back-and-forth debates:
It's me again: Just to emphasise and not to raise any panic-loaded, back-and-forth debates:
A mother is a mother whose role never changes, well aware of all the popular excuses of her children:
1. I am not quite sure how this is done.
2. It is not assigned to me.
3. The officer is on leave.
4. Try the next desk – occupied by a jacket, a fancy handbag and elegant sun shades – not likely to solve your problem, old lady! You're tossed from pillar to post.
Yo! Back to the taxi, to spend another R8 home and to plan the next trip – when she gets her pension.
Sean Thompson my opinion friend – great minds think alike. My column today compliments yours "Vryheid en Verantwoordelikheid" written on 21 August.
In the same edition appears "Cutting canapes", "Don't spend to defend – fix it", "Power of the Press" I second every world Xaxa Thomas says.
On about the same date I was given the same response "they always tell me to go, that they'll come and fix it… on my fourth visit to the same department I had just come from Grocott's to present my "Talk to me property please" article (there's another article about potholes)
Not it's me saying this: I always feel sorry for the municipality spokesperson. She is stationed in an office in town. What else can she say but, "Officials inspect Makana's roads daily for potholes."
It is not her duty to run around town supervising the work that must be done by the officials who earn a salary for doing this. I was given a similar response to my article published in the same edition.
"As the Municipality we issue notices a day before the meeting." The distribution of the notices is not delegated to her and she would not be blamed for the discrepancy if the officer delegated, sub-delegated the duty to Newtown boys playing in the streets – the officer would not even be sure whether all the Ward 9 citizens had retrieved them from their letter boxes (if they had any).
I often wonder how she responds when she gets home in the evening and her family asks her, "How was your day?"
Vacancies: it is a known fact that vacancies are advertised because it is the official thing to do, but Comrade "So and So" already knows he/she is going to fill the position.
Then we're back to the embarrassing: Peepol (people) are suffering (popular expression) at Grassroots leveel "Remember what you said last of last week" In Raglan Road on the pavement just below Ntaba Maria School there is a death trap "A super pothole" a hole that appears had been covered with an iron slab before.
this home has been there for months. Which reminds me of an incident that had happened a few years ago (not in Grahamstown) when Mr Ntsebeza I think held the position of Public Prosecutor then. I can still see in my 'old minds eye' the gentleman standing next to a similar hole on the pavement next to his home, and his child had fallen into it.
Is this what the road inspectors do/not do in the whole country?
"Inspect the pot holes daily" Do you know what?
The shortcut to looking for employment is just to close your eyes, be brave and break a limb in one of these traps "Wallah! Disability Grants" Does that echo "Don't spend – fix it."
I raised "amadolo phezulu" 60 degrees, when I was 40 years old. It was a struggle toyi-toying up 'M' Street.
But I was 100% behind the 'struggle' and still am, knowing what the results would be "Ukubuya Kwe Afrika" but Africa seems to be fading into an unrecognisable heap of mountains, rivers and streams ready to be grabbed by nations that are waiting for the ship to sink. Day by day I wonder how Madiba's spirit feels about what is happening in Parliament today.
Comrades, have you ever thought of having "Annual Prayer Days" for the country? First as we celebrate Women's Month etc. Where there would be readings from Exodus 5 and 6 up to V12 and other parts of the Bible.
Then you shall know what Unizabalazo is when God is at the helm of this gradually sinking ship. Madiba spent 27 years of his life in Robben Island. Some of us who have never spent a day in jail are dead alive – gradually sinking in an inexplicable turmoil of confusion and uncertainty.
It's me again: Congratulating the "New Makana" What are you going to do that hasn't been done before.
Sheep must be sheep Wolves must be wolves And never the twain shall meet Do you remember "People shall share" Now is the time to lay your cards on the table Aces must be aces Kings and Queens be what they represent We're tired of clever Jacks Hiding trum cards up their sleeves.
Word of Advice?
1. Forget Imbizo the Mbiza Full of meat, cooking on flickering coals with nobody assuring that the meat gets fully and properly cooked – until it's enjoyed by Abahlali – even us "toothless mammals" and our babies.
2. Forget food parcels that end up in your own cupboards or mine in exchange for Umtshova
3. Your Ward meetings must have the item A.O.B so that the citizens can have an input about things aware of the fact that not all of them could be dealt with in one meeting.
Your agenda dealing with budget and other burning issues seldom interests some of them especially because funds allocated to your council because of maladministration end up in the coffers of different municipalities.
Nearly forgot: What do we do when MPs sleep in Parliament. What feedback do they bring to the constitutencies?
Rise up Afrika Rise Stop hiding in haystacks Your needles need to put together A fabic to produce a garment that will be sought by the Kings and Queens of the world.
It is for the children of Afrika Madiba went thru all he did Make him raise his clenched fist and shout victoriously from Heaven Ndaditshilo! (Ibuyile I Afrika?)
