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Quick breakdown of Zimbabwean history- the country was colonized by Britain in 1888. Cecil John Rhodes swindled the chiefs and kings occupying Zimbabwe out of the mining and land rights. The land and everything it produced was then under the control of the British South Africa Company. Back then the country was called Matabeleland.  In order to protect the British interests, Rhodes sent some British people to Matabeleland to settle there. Matabeleland was meant to be a home away from home for the British who came.

In 1895 after a few rebellions by the occupants of Matabeleland, Rhodes came down from SOuth Africa to quell them himself and so it fit to declare the country as his. The name changed from Matabeleland to Southern Rhodesia. For those of you who haven't made the link yet (it took me a while to make it) Rhodesia was named after Rhodes by Rhodes. We wont even begin to discuss the conceit and vanity that entailed. But anyway, Rhodesia remained Britians colony until 1965. Britain wanted to make all their colonies independent as there had been too many uprisings.The problem with this, in Rhodesia particularly, was that many British people had made it their home. People had died and been born in Rhodesia and they considered it their own. They did not want to relinquish the cushiony life-style that they enjoyed as the white elites in a British owned colony. So one of their own, Ian Smith got smart and decided to declare Rhodesia as an independent state from Britain, only  that it was minority rule and not marjority rule.

Enter the whole second independence struggle in Zimbabwe; Britian becomes ashamed of its own brain child and askes for sanctions against Rhodesia- fast forward to 1980, Robert Mugabe is voted in as president and John Nkomo is made his deputy. All is well good. But there's still one big problem. Land.

Fast Forward again to the new millenia when the infamous Land Reform actions took place. The whole world was looking. Emotions ranging from shocked, angry, to disgust. And me? pleased.

I wasn't particularly happy with the way that the plan was implemented but i admire the idea behind the plan. White people in Zimbabwe make up only one percent of the population yet they own 70% of the land. Maths time. 99% of the population which is black, only owns 30% of the land. Britain was in an uproar, America was in an uproar. Both Tony Blair and Geoorge Bush denounce Robert Mugabe's actions and ask the UN to impose heavy sanctions if Robert Mugabe carries on with his plan. Both George Bush and Tony Blair wanted Robert Mugabe to pay the white people he intended to displace some money, to which Robert Mugabe said he would not. I cant say i dont admire that stance because i do. How can the rightful owners of the land be expected to pay money to the criminals that stole it?

What i dont agree with however, was the way the land was distributed once the land was taken back by government. It was another case of BEE only the zimbabwean version where the people who had political ties got the land and not the people who really deserved it. What also annoyed me in retrospect, was the way the white people who had been ousted from what was their "homes" were accepted into south africa with open arms and sympathized with- yet our black brothers and sisters are rejected even though they have the same just reasons for fleeing into this country.

No, i dont want to read comments on this blog about how one must think to the future and how its wrong to judge those white people who were staying on the stolen land for their fathers sins. a sin is a sin. a wrong is a wrong and wrongs must be righted. Why should the descendants of the black people whose land was stolen equally suffer for the sins of someone elses father?

Last thoughts, Robert Mugabe, misguided hero- and hopefully South Africa will sort out its land issues before we have a repeat of the Zimbabwean saga.

P.S.

There is no heaven or hell- only death. otherwise where would people like Cecil JOhn Rhodes go?

Last week it was GCI on the prowl searching for recycling menaces, litter bugs, and any devious person who didnt switch their light off when it wasn't in use or wasted water. The Green Police were out in full force acting like crazy tree hugging people and generally making their presence known. I was fortunate enough to be part of the green police this year but in all honesty i was mostly there for the green overall and the automatic coolness that came from wearing it. The general activities for green week were a bust, especially jammie thursday which was washed out, quite literally. I guess mother nature was not on the GCI's side. There were seminars and all sorts of other little talks of the ilk and turn out was dismal. When i say dismal i mean dismal. I went to one seminar where i had to vacate the room because i was laughing too hard- the camera man had fallen asleep and was snoring pretty loudly whilst the speaker was up on the podium. After i left i didnt come back. Green Week came to a close rather unceremoniously and that was the end of that. Of course they were little debates between the green police and the general public; the biggest one being about whether global warming Actually exists or whether it was a campaign created in order to make money off people. On this issue its okay to sit on the fence and believe a little bit of both theories, after all, whom will it harm if we save water or electricity? no one- unless its imposed forcefully on developing african countries in which case its just hating. Alas, thats a story for another day for this isnt what this blog is about.

My real beef is with pink week. Of course as with any radical action taken by a group of students, there will always be controversy and the people who don't agree with the students advocating for whatever they are trying to advocate for. The veg (not beef) in green week was global warming, but no student was moved enough to burn down all the trees and open all the taps just for the fun of it. Enter Pink Week and the hate crime- the burning of the closet. The closed closet- hiding people's most inner desires and wants. Burnt Down. For what? The worst part is that the burning of the closet would be forgivable for me if whoever didnt like homosexual people just agreed that a homosexual hater was the one who burnt the closet down- but this is not the case. I've heard more than one person claim that it was the rainbow society that burnt down the closet in a bid to garner more attention to the cause.

This notion shouldnt make sense to any individual with half a brain. The whole point behind pink week is to foster better relations between gays and non-gays. Why would a gay burn down the closet, knowing fully well that would start a war of sorts between gays and non-gays when peace and acceptance is the message of this campaign? What kind of retarded logic would that be? I've seen a couple if facebook statuses trying to act as though they are impartial to the whole "gay issue" (no pun-intended) but following their statements are things like: "i Just wish they weren't so outrageous and flamboyant and in our faces wearing that pink. why cant they just act like normal human beings?". what the hell is a normal human being? and Secondly, i doubt they did their research on the significance of the colour pink for the LGBT societies around the world otherwise they would not be mouthing off so stupidily. If you visit www.rainbowuct.org it states pretty plainly and boldly why pink was the colour of choice. In Nazi Germany, all sexual devianats were made to wear pink so society could name and shame them. This is the LGBT society taking the colour back and making it into something positive instead of something negative. Where's the crime in that?

Another thing that i think needs to be addressed was the letter that Jubilee sent to the LGBT society following the burning of the closet. It was  something to the effect of : we dont condone your sexuality and still feel its a sin but we dont condone the hate crime against you either. What a confused society- i admit i believe in a God but im not overly religious and this statement just looked a little confused to me. The equivalent of this statement is- hey, we are white people and we dont like black people but you shouldnt chuck em in jail for their blackness. A stance that some churches took during apartheid. WHat was achieved nothing. If you are not for gayness then you are against it and therefore condone the hate crime. There are no grey areas, no inbetweens. This is an issue where the church has to pick a side and stick to it. Instead of sending a statement they shoudlnt have said anything at all. I read it as though it was said in a smug way, disguised in christian understanding and sympathy but actually saying- "see, God doesnt condone it now look at what he did, but we will try to act as though we arent really thinking this."

Green week, Pink week- both of them are turning out to be a bust and just a huge revelation of the deep seated ugliness within our campus grounds whether it be by apathy or by hate and nonsesical views. This institution, still ranked first in Africa is the bar that all educated africans (black and white) will be judged by by the world at large and so far we've scored dismally.

No more colour coordinated weeks, i hope. it just bodes ill for teh cause and the society 

"So Pinna and the twelve disciplines were in a boat and there was a storm, and they was stressing, Oh lore, what is we gon do, when they looked into the distance and saw something that looked like ghost but it was actually Jesus walking on the water.

Then Pinna said to Jesus, jesus if its really you, then lemme walk on water too. so Jesus  said, come on over. AS long as Pinna kept his eyes on Jesus he could walk on water but Pinna got distracted. Do you know why he got distracted? Because he caught sight of Jonah in the belly of the whale, free willy, and he began to drown. And he said, Jesus Jesus help me and Jesus said i'm sorry Pinna i'm late, i gotta go to calvary but i'll send the comforter- i'll be chillin on the cross.

So Pinna was drowning still and he was getting worried, Jaws was all around him but just in the nick of time, Noah came up in his ark and saved Pinna. And they was like, Whats good? how you doin fool?

See, Noah turned his ark into a cruise ship cause he didnt have nothin to do after saving the world and stuff and he took Pinna to the v.i.p. where eve was. And eve was watching a circus show, cause you know noah had two of every animal right? the lions jumped up and scratched eve right by her bosom there and thats how she got her paws."

hahahahahahaha wow :) i think i like this version of the bible.

Some comic relief

much needed

First let me start by saying I am team Jacob. I love vampires and all but Edward Cullen is a pansy. *cough cough*

Now on to the point of this blog. I was watching a movie called vampire's suck yesterday. It was so not funny, rather unwitty and it bored me to tears- on top of pissing me off. In fact, i'm rather touchy when it comes to my vampire fiction. I will bite the next person who tells me twilight or the twilight saga (movies included) are a bunch of garbage.

The books are a work of fiction- there are supposed to be unrealistic. I've heard people saying that the vampires in twilight should be more believable *i.e. burst into flames as soon as the sun touches them* fine fair enough but vampires arent at all realistic to begin with so its a bit more than pradoxical when you ask the author to make said vampire more realistic. The whole point of fiction and imagination is that you can create anything that you want to- you have creative licence. Why must the world be so literal i ask with tears in my eyes...? Oh but if you like jacob you're into beastiality and if you like edward you're into necrophilia. No one bashed vampire lovers when they ooheed and aahhhed over Brad Pitt in interview with the vampire, nor did such perverted comments arise when a whole bevy of women *and secretly some men* began to fancy spider man. 

So- boys and girls- leave my beloved twilight alone!!!! Kapish!

:D

thank you in advance

Gosh- Malema makes it difficult for the Black man to be respected and taken seriously in our lovely country. So he's no flava flav (you know, the guy with the clock around his neck and the viking hat on his head) but he sure does take the cake when it comes to being an embarrassment. And then we as a country wonder why other countries laugh at us and think us backward. A few Blogs ago i blasted poor Louis for his attitude in relation to the happenings in South Africa but now i wonder whether in fact i should not be the one being given a wake up call- for this is surely a dream.

What a complex situation. The death of the AWB leader Terre’Blanche has caused quite the furore. Some people believe the farmhands who murdered him were influenced by the song "shoot the boer" that Malema has become infamos for; but to say that is to say the murders are incapable of self thought and are of soft mind if they could so easily be made to kill a Boer. Not that i condone the song, no, not at all but there are two different issues at play. The first one being the farm hands killed Eugene because of their low salaries and the second being the inappropriatness of the song with regard to the south african consitution and the south african situation.

Eugene was an ass if he wasn't willing to negotiate with his workers who wanted better pay. Its not new in south africa the notion of violence against the boss when it concerns the finances. Unfortunately for these two knuckle-heads they killed the wrong man- in the sense that he was the leader of the AWB.

Julius Malema and that song "shoot the boer" is so inappropriate in a society where we are trying to promote healthy relations between the races. Even De La Rey is more acceptible, atleast it doesnt speak of inciting violence against the Black People. If the Boers were to sing an old war song called "shoot the kaffir" and sang it today it wouldnt be called cultural it would be called racist.

Someone just needs to shut Malema up. His whole little episode with the journalist from the BBC was disturbing and unbecoming. But the international press is another story altogether with the way they've been playing out the events of this past week or so. You'd think south africas democracy was on the verge of collapse. But its not. They cant judge a whole nation on the misguided words of a fool, and biggot who happens to be in power for a number of reasons im not exactly sure about.

We're not the scared nation we once were under the aparthied regime. Malema will be put to book if he doesnt curb his wayward tongue regardless of how close he is with the president. And if the president cant do it, we will chuck both of them out. we dont need fools leading us for we arent a foolish country.

Sigh. If worst comes to worst im joining the AWB and doing a drive by- By Julius' house in sandton in the name of freedom. "shoot the fool."

"oh but you speak so well" said the kindly old white lady to me after i delivered the confirmation speech on behalf of all those who had been confirmed. "how did you become so good in english?" I detected no malice in her voice yet the question rankled me to no end; and it continues to rankle me to this day.  looked deeply into her watery blue eyes and told her that i read many books-which is true.

The end of term is approaching and all i feel is this awful dreadfulness in all regions of my body pertaining to my sanity and well-being.

Vacation time should surely be something one anticipates as a break from the odious and monotonous school tasks but alas dear friends i for one will take them over having to go back home; having to face my draconian parents and the evil little sister.

OK FINE, so maybe they aren't all bad but those eight days will be the longest of my year. I haven't been away from home long enough to miss the stifling comfort of my mothers bosom or the ever watchful and present eye of my father with his unanimously acclaimed title bunny ears.

I'm not looking forward to curbing my rebellious unversity ways, nor am i keen to answer probing questions as to why i'm suddenly uncomfortable with the fact that i have to be home by ten pm, or why i seem so aloof from the rest of the family and who exactly are all those people making random comments on my facebook wall.

The honest truth is that university life spoils home life for you. My sense of worth lays largely in the amount of freedom i have to decide what i shall and shall not do and when i'm at home, all of that disappears as i am once again under the sole authority of my parents.

Yes, i love them all, even the twisted younger sibling but at this point in my life i think i need them n small doses. i'll be spending my holiday doing as many assignments as a possibly can to wile the time away. I will attempt to grow a beard too during my break times, maybe watch jack bauer save the world as we know it a few times whle i'm at it too.

All in all. I do hope your holiday expectations exceed mine and that they will be enjoyable :)

Colleen Edzai Goko will cut her own nose to spite her face it seems. I struggle to come to terms with the greater british populace who have brought me english but covered it in a tirade of a host of many other problems- then have them claim that its the africans lack of discipline and good leadership that has led to the problems that they face today.

Okay, maybe they have never actually said it but most times i feel as though its implied. I like to call it my over-sensitve african radar (the feelng that is) and this last weekend it went crazy whilst watching a Louis Theroux documentary. This anglo-austrian man with french ancestory came to the dirty south (South Afrca) to spotlight the problems concerning crime and general law keeping in the country. He visited Hilbrow (one of the more notorious places in Johannesburg) and linked up with a private security company whose job was to evict people who were living illegally in buldings that their clients owned. More than half of the people evicted from the buildings were drug dealers, mafia bosses and petty criminals who often resorted to violence in order to stay in the place they were trying to be removed from.The private security personel were allowed to wield guns and Theroux wanted to know why, his reasoning being that t doesn't pay to fight fire with fire and that surely there was a less "barbaric" means of reaching the conclusion the clients payed for.

The second place he visited was the Diepskloof township where a community security firm had been created by men who were tired of the proper police not completing their jobs properly. This security firm did not carry guns but wasn't above using any form of weaponery to disarm assailants and to get an admission of guilt before discharging them to the proper police. At one point in the documentary, a man was brought in to their offices after having been beaten (having been caught stealing cell phones and trinkets, and having been identified as one of the men wanted in a crime syndicate responsible for house robberies and the likes) by the workers in the secutiry firm. Louis Theroux was disgusted and admonished the group asking them whether beating him up was really necessary and how uncivilized it was to do so. In response, one man said "you have a western way of doing things, this is africa, we will do it the african way."

During the whole documentary he would ask questions that made the people he was interviewing look really stupid and disturbed. I felt as though as a white elite male he felt like he was entitled to judge the actions of those who can barely make it on a day to day basis. It was as though he came all the way to "africa" to ridicule and mock; make zoo animals of the people who deserve it least so that he could go back to his cultured world and claim he experienced the true "roughness and wildness" of the african experience; sort of like he could pat himself on the back for doing a job well done for exposing the noble savages of south africa.

He distanced himself completely from the subject matter in a way that would alienate them from a foreign audience. He gave no inkling or clue to possible watchers as to why the situation in south africa is as bad as it is right now. Anyone watching would think that everyone here is just a poor bad person because of a lack of ambition, drive or determination. Nothing to do ofcourse with the apartheid laws or colonization- a history that spans 300 years of our books compared to the sad fifteen years of democracy now. As though his country never experienced crime problems, never experienced instability as though it never came and took what was never theirs to begin with- as though there was something seriously wrong with africans.

Don't get me wrong, i understand that the moral implicatons on crime and unlawfulness in the community are great and i dont condone it at all. It is savage, uncivillized and brutal. It is digusting but an unfortunate way of life. But i don't think its up to a privelleged, well off, know it all white man to tell me all of that with absolutely no concern on what image of me and my country he is giving. We aren't monkeys to be laughed at, probed, and indulged.

We are people too. 

And here i am, back to this place called blog.

to think, this used to be the bane of my existence in first year. But now that i'm in third year, there's an odd kind of enjoyment to it. Probably cause i don't have to do it anymore. Pity. It nurtured my ego for the better. I could rant and rave all i liked and get merit for it; who doesn't want that for themselves? Ah but how sad and woeful this whole blogspace now seems. I once used to log on here and see numerous names and articles to choose from but all i see now are the seasoned experts such as George and Cwah- the die hards who never lost the art, the passion or the inclination to spread one kind of idea or another. Not that i'm saying they are pushing agendas... mmm... ok no wait, they might be and so am i. But what agenda is it that i'm pushing? I'm not quite sure but i believe, like George, we need the Blog revival.

 See... Blogging is like a religion of sort. We've had our saviours and our betrayers. Now we need a second coming. An injecton to the rather stale mindless jabber we've fallen into. We need some idols to worship here who will avenge and cutdown whilst simultaneously redeeming and uplifting us poor souls in this Blog community. we NEED to start believing in the power of the word again. i NEED to believe in the power of the word again otherwise i fear i'll become faithless and movable, agreeable and nice. *shudder of disgust* Heavens forbid any of the above should happen.

Yeah... so, i've said my piece. I'm gonna go jump into an ocean of some sort and attempt to drown myself till something interesting happens. Or maybe i'll just go take over the world, one blog page at a time. Aha, i definitely like the sound of the second one better.

Yeah yeah, the world is coming to an end around our ears so what? I have a portfolio to hand in before the end of today or else i will not get my D.P.

Catholic priests are at it again, raping little boys but so what? I have to look up information on behaviour patterns of the cape cod so that i can do my essay.

more than a 1000's palestenians have been killed by israeli forces today alone. ppfffft. and your point is? my parents will kill me if i don't pass this film course.

I don't care if babies are dying of starvation somewhere in nigeria, i don't care if little girls are being shipped off to germany to be sold as sex slaves. I don't care if jacob zuma is president. UCT is my WORLD. UCT is my LIFE. I do not exist for any other reason than to please the gods of D.P and to suck up to my tutors and lectures. For the next four years, anything else does not matter unless it will cause me to fail.

Tops to UCT. For keeping us too damn busy to care.

ha ha ha! and an even louder... hahahahahahaha! yes, i'm one of those brave should that survived that fire. Well, everyone survived the fire;*except for those poor unfortunate homeless folk, but society never really cared about them anyway so do we really care...? mmm maybe that will be my next blog* But it truly caused pandemonium in my res. I live in the village (that remote little patch of land closest to the hospital) and we were up close and personal with that sexy blaze. It was basically right across the road from us.

There was the screaming-The running around like headless chickens- and then the sudden evacuation of hordes of terrified females (mostly) to other safe houses around cape town. And where was i during all of this? Right at the top floor with the window opening watching that glow blaze through the woodlands and laughing my behind off even as the fumes caused my eyes to tear. I think i was getting high from all the carbon in the air. (take that crackheads! got high for free!)

The fire alarm kept going off and a very stressed out subwardens kept trying to assure as and keot telling us to relax. Yeah, its soooooo easy to relax when your life might possibly be coming to an end. Its not like you wanna live a long life or anything hey. I'm sure we've all fantasized of being cooked to a crisp and giving a new definition to the term 'You've got one helluva smoking body!'. lol hell was another word that kept being thrown around. There were people CONVINCED that this was truly a sign that the end of the world was coming. Whoop whoop!

All i could think about was whether any zebras were dumb enough to stay in higher ground and whether they got cooked too...

So eventually everyone piped down and fell into fitful slumbers, waking up every so often to check that they were indeed still alive. Needless to say all our clothes smelt like smoke and some of our rooms were filled with ash. We woke up for class as usual to the sound of helicopters buzzing above our heads as the die hard fire kept piping up. I remember watching them collect water from our little pond and wondering whether they evacuated the fish... hahahahahahahahahahaha. Shame.

All in all. That fire was pretty amazing. Natural disasters (or was it?) seem to bring the crazy out of people. I like it!

Ah woe is me! Such are the cries of mine aching heart! So, there i was all fresh faced and what not, totally feeling this other dude... I mean, tall dark and delicious just had to walk in the room and there i would be talking in tongues, getting my sentence order mixed up. Blah, i turned all stalker like, pining for him outside his lecture room but hiding away in the bush and spying on him from afar, How truly fulfilling!

Eventually my frineds got tired of the sighing and my recounting every detail of his day; and they told me to just go tell him i liked him already. They of course assured me that said tall dark and delicious was bound to be delirious with joy and was probably pondering and wondering whether i felt the same for him too. I would tell him, he'd tell me too and we would all live happily ever after. ha, So wrong!

I wrote a letter to him and gave it to my friend to give to him, and i wactched from the corner as he walked away slowly unfolding the little intricate pattern i had given it to him in. My heart was pounding and i was so tempted to run after him and snatch it from his fingers. I was sick to my stomach, i honestly could have just thrown up at that moment. But thats going off at a tangent. Basically i demanded to know what his feelings were for me, regardless of whether he requited my feelings or not.

Sadly, he did not. I spent a whole night crying anf cursing the day he was born; beating at my breast and pounding the walls in fury (phew, that sounded so cool hahaha), wallowing in my misery, but the funny thing about it is i was enjoying my little melodrama. I kept having these images in my head of me walking up to him in the dining hall armed with a fork and repeatedly stabbing him in the neck yelling "die! Die! Die mofo! If i can't have you, no one can!" ah yes, wouldnt that just be glorious..

Now i studiously avoid him, embarrassed at my little outburst and i am unable to face him. Joy. 

So boys and girls! The moral of the story? DO NOT EVER eVeR EVer evER listen to your friends when they tell you that a dude is cruching on you, its all lies i tell you. DO NOT write love letters, commiting words to paper is damning.

And lastly, lets all form an association to officially have cupid removed from his position of power; maybe we could burn the little pork pie F***er on a roast and be done with all this lovely dovey nonsense.

Ha.

The good book says that the Lord created the world in seven days, and that in those seven days he created us humans too. Yet science tells us that the world was created by a big bang, and that it took millions and millions of years for the earth to finally become hospitaable for all living life forms; furthermore, science states that it took even more millions of millions of years in order for human beings to exist in the state as they exist right now. So what exactly are we to belive?

Mmm, this is my take on it. I think there truly was a big bang, i mean it had to be something phenomenal for a world as large and diverse as ours to be created. The Lord made the big bang and as the bible says, "there was light" when he commanded it to be.

Adam and eve were not the first humans i dont think. What i do believe is that they might have been one of the first ones who ever thought to record some of their lives for future generation to read, or maybe they were the result of some persons over active imagination who wanted to make the story of creation interesting whilst trying to rationalize our existence on this earth. Who wrote the books of the old testament anyway? Were they scholars or story tellers? Or just some random men who got this brilliant mind numbing idea of making people have faith in something they could not see sort of as an experiment to see how mindless people could get with it...

I consider myself more spiritual than religious i guess. And i see no reason why science and religion can not co-exist or divide to become one theory.

Such are the thoughts that one gets when one does not have the energy to complete a tutorial hahaha.

ah yes, in my next life i'm coming back as a white guy named Windsor and my family will own oxygen. Yes, i'll be one of those wealthy bastards who make the world go round.

 As i was sitting in my film lecture today, learning about The eisensteins and frakensteins of this world, i realised that Black people truly have no claim to fame. It was the white man that bought light, film and other such delicious little technology's into our lives. Or was it really...?

Would it truly be a far fetched notion that just maybe a black man did invent the light bulb, but had his findings rejected because of the colour of his skin? Or could it be that in "little dark africa", the black man was busy making amazing discoveries that the white man might have taken and adapted to make his own?

Or is it truly that we have achieved nothing in all our years of existence? How is it that we are all of the human race, apportioned reasonably the same amount of brain power and mental capacity yet there isnt a single account of a black man doing something truly revolutionary that enhanced the way mankind lives today?

Is that to say that we are cursed then? Filled with potential but never quite reaching it? Are we unambitious? are we doomed to act as the dung beetles of the human race?

Bah. Pretty depressing. maybe i just shouldn't populate. I wish i were ignorant to the lack ok Black intellectuals and such. My world would be a much better place.

Oh how truly cliche and naive is such thinking? If the thought was what truly counted then the world would be a better place. That line has lost its vinegar. I'll sock the next day who steals his neighbours garden flowers after forgetting our anniversary and feeds me that line!

But on a more serious note, this holiday was quite the eye opener for me. I had the (mis) fortune of being invited to a charity drive but the soon to be ex mayoress of port elizabeth. Her intentions, i cant say, were totally to do good for the various needy people in pe, but rather a diversion for the good people of the city to forget all the shady things she has done, and not done in her tenure as mayor. Nevermind that i just happen to be the editors daughter. She was under the impression that if she cozied up to me, i would write a glowing review about her, possibly campaign for her, so she could rally some votes should the ANC stay in power.

anyhoo, at the end of the day, the people who needed those goods teh most did get them. SO i guess there's nothing for me to gripe about. :)