My approach to it
Might be different from yours
I have my own culture
And my own language
My view of intlonipho
Might not be the same way
As your view of respect
Intlonipho was instilled into me
From day one on this planet earth:
'Respect elders and strangers, my son
Regard every human being as umntu'
The man and the woman
You meet on the street
Are the same as your parents
The word 'stranger'
Does not exist in our culture
Always avoid eye contact
When talking to elders
Never exchange words with them
They have seen many days
And that gives them the licence
To always understand things better than you
You must always remember:
The colonial education you acquire at school
Will never introduce this to you
It will give you a certificate...
That will make it easy for you to serve...
Under the instructions of our 'superiors'.
They leave their comfort zones
/ When their terms of office in Parliament
/ Come to an end
/ Like vultures invading the villages
/ Searching for a dead horse
/ They invade townships and churches
/ Where they scavenge for tickets
/ Back to the gravy train
/ That is the only time
/ They will stumble sign in to read more »
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Cape Town, South Africa
April 16, 2009
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