I’m told that there was a point in our country where there was smoke everywhere you looked. Streets were getting used to being watered with human blood and tears. Back in the days it was a usual thing to see women crying, hands over their heads, weeping for their husbands that died, some didn’t return home. Daughters, sons, neighbors were lost everyday. People died of bullets from “justified” police guns. Stories were fabricated and families had to swallow, bitter as it may have been.

Songs were composed, poetry written. All my people wanted was to be considered and ultimately treated like human beings. At times I sit and I throw myself into deep thought, but still, it doesn’t matter how hard I make an effort I just fail to fully comprehend how man made in the image of god as the scriptures inform us, can contradict their creator in such a manner.

I have heard about the suffering of my people. Their land taken from them, I heard about the slavery and them thrown in squatter camps and many dying of starvation. The humiliation and suffering brings tears in mine eyes. Yes I also sometimes very much wonder why, why our forefathers had to suffer. Why black people were not equal. Why we were discriminated against and why we had to struggle like that. But will that lead me to hating every white man on the street? Does this information give me enough reason to take onto some shooting spree? How will others feel if I then burst in song and in my angelic voice I sing “kill the Boer the farmer? Is my anger justified? I wonder to myself.

As much as most the times I am also tempted to curse with others the waves that brought the ship and curse the ship that brought the white man, and curse him that raped my people and enslaved my people and the system that killed my people and the laws of discrimination I shall not for I believe flowers do grow in dry areas.

Yes the story of an individual who waved an old South African flag at loftus this past weekend is reported. A friend and colleague expressed how such a behavior left a bitter taste in his mouth. He even suggested that this flag must be banned and only be put in a museum.

I also had a conversation with friends who share same sentiments with him. Most expressed their feelings and I was accused of controversy and insensitivity. Truth is, I’m not sure how to react. Personally I suggest that it’s about time as black people we stop paying attention to every piece of crap that is thrown our way. I get the feeling that we always desire and force people to be apologetic even if they are not. We are too needy and we long for acceptance of the white. What if they are not apologetic? What if they don’t give a *&% about your feelings and still consider you a kaffir, maid, garden boy and most of all a thief and the most irresponsible nation? What if everyday they say a prayer to their God to return the days of apartheid? Are you going to confront them for feeling like that? Are you going to create laws to prevent or ban such feelings?

My granny always believed to “rub the salt on the wound in order to heal”. This sweeping under carpet formula we insist on will not assist us in any way. Our fear of the truth will mislead the nation. I think that we as South African need to table these issues. When are we ever going to reach a point where we will look at this flag as black people and be proud to have defeated apartheid? We are victorious? Why bother with looser? Racist who yearn for only bad for the black people lost, so let them expose themselves and their idiocy. The truth and the fact of the matter is they lost the game. It is about time we show these people who Endeavour to piss us off a middle finger by ignoring them. Apartheid will never ever return in South Africa there will have to be war first and one of the people who will have to die first before that happens is me.

Let’s look at the story of Jesus. He died on the cross. Main objective was to hurt him in a despicable way. But according to Christians he resurrected. He overcame. Christians sing nicely of the cross. It reminds them that they are conquerors .They get excited about it because the devil was defeated at his own game. He’d be stupid to brag about nailing JC. Do you see my point? We defeated the Boers. Let that flag remind you that darkies are the shit.

A flag that hangs and fly on national events, on embassies and the flag that is internationally recognized is the one I approve of. I think I’d rather have people waving the flag on my face that to stupidly believe they like me when they do not.

Let the people express themselves and expression doesn’t mean they have to admire you.

The waving of that flag at that stadium is the reality of SA. Some wish they could wave it but they fear the labels.

We must not run away from reality by utilizing emotional blackmail.