Article on Haiti in Botswana press (Makes you think)

This was written by a black journalist who writes under the name ‘Loose Canon’ for the “Sunday Standard’, a newspaper in Botswana.

http://www.sundaystandard.info/search/search_item.php?NewsID=6788

 The following is an article that appeared in The Sunday Standard (Botswana) of 24.01.10. Loose Canon contributes regularly to newspapers.

 Haiti and the blacks! by Loose Canon 24.01.2010 4:23:39 I hope black people will learn a lesson from the earthquake that hit Haiti.

 If they don?t learn anything from it, then I throw up my hands in despair and give up. Let?s start with a few basic facts.

 Until the earthquake, I never knew there was a place called Haiti. I was taught geography at school but I cannot remember a time when the mistress told us about Haiti.

 It must have been one of those insignificant countries that we had no reason to know about. I was fairly good at geography because I knew which country was on which continent. I also knew many capital cities. But as for Haiti I was clueless.

 Now the whole world, including myself, knows about Haiti. I heard news of the earthquake on the radio. I wondered where Haiti was and what sort of people lived there. Finally, when I switched on the television, I was informed that Haiti is an island out in the Caribbean.

 Television pictures revealed a place populated by black people. From the non-stop television coverage of the earthquake, I got to learn about the history of Haiti. It was not a good history lesson. It would seem throughout its existence Haiti has suffered a series of natural calamities. In the process it has sunk even deeper into poverty and deprivation. Like all places populated by black people, Haiti is poor.

 As I watched the television images, I felt very sorry for that forsaken place. Then I was hit by a thunderbolt. I wondered what if there were no white people. You see, when the earthquake hit Haiti somebody had to come to its assistance. There had to be a rescue effort.

 The Haitians who survived of course did their fair bit by digging out their families from the collapsed ramshackle buildings. But such was the scale of the devastation and the loss of human life that a bigger effort was needed. For that sort of work, you need heavy lifting gear and other sophisticated rescue equipment. I have been following the story of the earthquake keenly.

 I can attest to the fact that the first people to arrive with sniffer dogs were white crews from all over the world. The aeroplanes that set off carrying water and food were from white countries. Not only that, the teams of volunteer doctors that I saw on television comprised white people from across the world. As the sniffer dogs went into action, the organized rescue teams that carried the stretchers were made up of white people. It was announced that a mobile hospital was on the way.

It was coming from a white country. For all intents and purposes in the aftermath of the earthquake, Haiti was literally swarming with white people. They had all arrived to save the poor blacks. And the locals were so happy to see them. Granted there were teams from the Orient such as the Chinese and Japanese. They too had quickly left their homes and families to go and assist the stricken people of Haiti.

It is obvious to everyone that this was a devastating earthquake and the work to repair Haiti and return it to a modicum of normalcy will take many years. Somebody had to commit funds to this effort. Most of the countries that have committed funds to aid the recovery are white.

In fact, it would seem the whites are running the show in Haiti. What is my point? My point is that ever since Haiti was hit by the earthquake I have not seen any of my folks from Africa. Unless the television cameras deliberately ignored them, I never saw a rescue team from my motherland.

Nor did I see any sniffer dogs from down here. Heck, I never saw a single traditional doctor busy divining where to find people buried under the rubble. Haiti is a land of black people. I would have expected the place to be swarming with black people helping their own. They were nowhere to be seen. I never saw any ships from black countries pulling into the harbour. As the air traffic circled above the small airport, none of the planes was reported as coming from Africa. The blacks were nowhere to be found.

 They issued tepid statements of condolence to the people of Haiti and a few of the African countries donated small amounts of cash. Granted that was better than nothing. But I must say I was disappointed. I was sad because the blacks did not behave as I had expected.

 You see, for far too long black countries have been insolent to the point of being abusive. They have a tendency of insulting the white man and telling him to keep out of their countries. In Fact, black people have the temerity to tell white people they can perfectly survive on their own.

 So I had expected the black countries to be consistent and behave true to form. Why didn?t black countries tell white countries to stay away from Haiti because we were quite capable of leading the rescue effort? We should have insulted them as we often do at international forums. There, our countries insult white countries and accuse them of imperialism and neo colonialism.

I was extremely disappointed when our countries failed to accuse white people of practicing imperialism and neo colonialism by coming to rescue the blacks of Haiti. We should have told them we have better sniffer dogs that have been taught only to rescue black people.

 We should have told their ships to stay away and their planes not to overfly Haiti because we were up to the job with our own ships and aeroplanes. We should have brought in our traditional food instead of the strange rations the Haitians are not accustomed to.

I am so disappointed by the black leaders that I hope never to hear them again bleating about how bad white people are. The earthquake in Haiti was the most opportune time to show the whites, once and for all, that we don?t need them. From now onwards, I want black leaders to shut up and never accuse ever again, white people of being bad. I am sick and tired of big words such as imperialism and neo colonialism which are unable to rescue victims of the earthquake. I hope this is not the last earthquake that hits a black country.

 I want the next one to specifically hit the residence of The Evil Self-centred Old Man in Harare, Zimbabwe who does nothing for his people. Then we will see if he will abuse the white crew coming to rescue him and his wife Ghastly Grace!

Published in:  on February 8, 2010 at 7:02 pm Comments (2)

Huisbrand in die Winter

Ek glo nie ek het die al met julle gedeel nie. Hier is n paar foto’s van n huis wat gebrand het in die winter.Kan nie onthou wat die temperatuur was daai dag nie maar soos julle kan sien was dit vriesend!! 

 

 

Published in:  on January 27, 2010 at 6:36 pm Comments (6)

Debat………Alkohol

Kom ons hou debat!

Die Onderwerp – Alkohol

Die vraag - Moet die verkoop en verbruik van alkohol, verder beperk word of dalk heeltemal verban word?

Nota: Sê hoekom jy “nee” of “ja” sê.

 

Wel mense, wat is julle opinie omtrent Alkohol?

My mening: Maak die ouderdoms gebruik van alkohol hoër en die straf vir dronkbestuur moet  tronkstraf wees met geen boete en jou lisensie opgeskort of sommer summier weggeneem. Ek het geen pyne met mense wat alkohol gebruik en verantwoordelik is daarna nie. Neem n taxi huistoe of slaap oor! Onskuldige mense sterf as gevolg van dronk bestuurders. En is tieners op die ouderdom van 18 verantwoordelik genoeg om te kan drink?? (Dis maar net my eie opinie). 

Published in:  on January 19, 2010 at 1:09 am Comments (6)

Ook vir Weggie!!

Weggie het vir my ook n e-mail met al die vrae gestuur. So, here goes Weggie!

 

WAT IS JOU DOOPNAME?  Hier is te min spasie vir al my name. Kom ek se net dat Alta n afkorting is vir Aletta wat EEN van my doop name is.

IS JY VERNOEM NA ENIGE IEMAND? Ja. Na my ma se ma wat dan my ouma is.

 HOU JY VAN JOU EIE HANDSKRIF? Nee, want ek wetie regtig hoe dit lyk nie. Ek kan mooi skryf en ek kan natuurlik krap.

 WAT IS JOU GUNSTELING MIDDAGETEEk eet net sondag middagete, anner dae eet ek net innie aand.

 AS JY IEMAND ANDERS WAS, SOU JY JOU VRIEND WOU WEES? Ja

 HET JY N DAGBOEK? Nee. Wil nie elke dag herinner word aan wat gister en eergister met my gebeur het nie. Kyk noord en f..  net voort.

 HET JY NOG JOU MANGELS? Nee. Is kleintyd al uitgehaal.

 SAL JY BUNGEE JUMP? Nee, ek ly aan hoogtevrees en sal myself beskyt.

 WAT IS JOU GUNSTELING ONTBYT? Ek eet nie ontbyt nie.

 MAAK JY JOU SKOENVETERS LOS AS JY JOU SKOENE UITTREK?  Ek het nie skoene met veters nie maar sou ek gehad het, sou ek dit nie losgemaak het nie, net te veel werk.

DINK JY JY IS STERK? Ek dink in baie aspekte is ek n sterk mens. Ek is mos maar n ou fightertjie.

 WAT IS JOU GUNSTELING NAGEREG? Biltong, want ek het nie eintlik n soet tand nie. 

SKOEN GROOTTE? 5 in S.A en 7 in kanada

 ROOI OF PIENK?Rooi want ek hou niks van pienk nie

 WIE / WAT MIS JY DIE MEESTE? My familie en vriende in S.A. veral my kinders en ouers!

 WAT IS DIE LAASTE DING WAT JY GEëET HET? Eier met n worsie en beetslaai

 WAT DOEN JY OP DIE OOMBLIK? Dom vraag maar ja ek beantwoord die vraelys.

 AS JY N INKLEURKRYT WAS, WATTER KLEUR SOU JY WOU WEES? Oranje

 WAT IS JOU GUNSTELING REUK? Vars gemaakte Tim Horton’s koffie

 WIE WAS DIE LAASTE PERSOON MET WIE JY GEPRAAT HET? ‘My seun in London want hy verjaar vandag.

 WAT IS DIT WAT JY EERSTE OPMERK VAN IEMAND? Hande en voete.

 GUNSTELING DRANKIE? Koffie

 WATSE KLEUR IS JOU OE? Bruin

 DRA JY KONTAKLENSE? Nee

 SCARY FLIEKS OF GELUKKIGE EINDES? Gelukkige eindes

 DRUKKIES OF SOENTJIES? Drukkies en soentjies vir my familie en net drukkies vir my vriende. Ok nou nie te veel nie.

 WAT IS JOU GUNSTELING ROOMYS? Glad nie mal oor roomys nie maar as ek regtig lus is daarvoor, n draai roomys soos van snow heaven in Welkom

 WAT IS EEN VAN JOU VRESE? Dat ek dalk hier in kanada sal dood gaan innie winter en dan moet le in n yskas tot somer want hulle begrawe mens nie in die winter nie, is vir my scary, baie freaken scary!!

 WATSE BOEK IS JY BESIG OM TE LEES? Niks op die oomblik nie

 WAT IS OP JOU MOUSE PAD? Ek het nie een nie. Gebruik sommer die lessenaar blad vir mousepad.

WAT HET JY OP TV GEKYK GISTERAAND? American Idol

WAT IS JOU GUNSTELING DAG VAN DIE WEEK? Sondag, want dis naby Maandag.

ROLLING STONES OF BEATLES? Beatles

 HET JY ENIGE SPESIALE TALENTE? Ek kan so bietjie musiek maak op n keybord.

 WAAR IS JY GEBORE? Middelburg in die Kaap provinsie

 AAN WATTER KANT VAN DIE BED SLAAP JY? Linkerkant

Nou ja, daar het julle dit. Nou ken jy my amper soos die palm van jou hand!! Bwaahahahaha!!

Published in:  on January 13, 2010 at 5:40 pm Comments (4)

Aspoestertjie

 

Aspoestertjie

Eendag lank, lank gelede, was daar ‘n oulike sweet meisietjie met die
naam van Sneeuwykie. Omdat sy ‘n bietjie vasgedruk en geirriteerd gevoel het, het sy uitgesneak en ‘n bietjie by die Kollonade Sentrum gaan rondloop en shop. Gelukkig
nog voor die konstruksie nou die dag in sy moer in gedonner het. Toe sy by
die Hotdog stand verby loop, sien sy vir wolf. Natuurlik heeltemal
haar melk weggeskrik. Paniekbevange kyk sy rond om ‘n lift te bum,
aangesien sy haar rok sal vastrap as sy begin weghardloop en haarself
in die proses kan beseer en ontbloot, siende dat sy nie panties dra
nie. Dit kan sy nie bekostig nie, want sy behoort nie aan ‘n mediese
skema nie want dis te fokken duur en sy wil okkie almal om haar
opgewonde maak nie. En as gevolg van haar karakter en non-existence van
panties, kan sy ook nie haar rok tot bokant die kniee optel nie. Sy
steek toe maar haar duim uit vir ‘n verbygaande motor, maar onttrek gou
toe die demand te groot raak en ‘n bolz-up met die traffic veroorsaak.
Sy maak toe maar gatskoon van wolf af en al die fans wat begin aftrek het.
Wat sy nie wis nie is dat wolf eintlik maar net gekom het vir ‘n haarsny.
Dit wys jou ‘n mens moenie in ‘n panic station gaan nie. Anyway, toe sy
haar kom kry, staan sy in die R5.00 winkel waar Liewe Heksie besig is om te shop
vir ‘n nuwe besem. Haar oue is poerdes merdes gevlieg. Geld is op na
Desember, jy weet, en Liewe Heksie is ‘n regte slegte straatvrou wat rooi
miere het en orals rondvlieg – nie dat sy ‘n fly by night is nie. Anyway, Sneeuwykie maak nie ander se probleme hare nie.
As gevolg van haar natuurlike oorlewingsinstink gryp sy die besem by
Liewe Heksie, spring op en vlieg weg dat jy net hare sien waai. Sy kies
toe die kortste pad, by die apteek verby. Gryp sommer ‘n hand vol
Prozacs vir die senuwees en skree agterna: ‘Ek sal later die rekening
betaal!’, want hulle het haar adres en weet sy het ‘n skoon rekord.
Anyway, halfpad huis toe begin die besem overheat omdat sy te vinnig
gevlieg het. Sy het nie gages gehad om na te kyk nie, sy het net so ‘n hot
feeling tussen die bene gekry, min wetende dat Liewe Heksie ‘n clever chick is wat
fireproof panties dra. 
Die besem gee toe so ‘n hop skiep en jump, tel ‘n misfire op, backfire en
daar slaan die hele bliksemse besem aan die brand en Sneeuwykie het
mos niks protection nie! En dit is waar Aspoestertjie vandaan kom!


 

Published in:  on January 12, 2010 at 5:08 pm Comments (8)