The White man is created to rule the Black man

Description: P.W. Botha racist speech: The following is a speech made by former South African President P.W. Botha to his Cabinet. This reprint was written
by David G. Mailu for the Sunday Times, a South African newspaper, dated
August 18, 1985.

"Pretoria has been made by the White mind for the White man. We are not
obliged even the least to try to prove to anybody and to the Blacks that we
are superior people. We have demonstrated that to the Blacks in a thousand
and one ways. The Republic of South Africa that we know of today has not
been created by wishful thinking. We have created it at the expense of
intelligence, sweat and blood.

Were they Afrikaners who tried to eliminate the Australian Aborigines? Are
they Afrikaners who discriminate against Blacks and call them Nigge*rs in
the States? Were they Afrikaners who started the slave trade? Where is the
Black man appreciated? England discriminates against its Black and their
"Sus" law is out to discipline the Blacks. Canada, France, Russia, and Japan
all play their discrimination too. Why in the hell then is so much noise
made about us?

Why are they biased against us? I am simply trying to prove to you all that
there is nothing unusual we are doing that the so called civilized worlds
are not doing. We are simply an honest people who have come out aloud with a
clear philosophy of how we want to live our own White life.
We do not pretend like other Whites that we like Blacks. The fact that,
Blacks look like human beings and act like human beings do not necessarily
make them sensible human beings. Hedgehogs are not porcupines and lizards
are not crocodiles simply because they look alike. If God wanted us to be
equal to the Blacks, he would have created us all of a uniform colour and
intellect. But he created us differently: Whites, Blacks, Yellow, Rulers and
the ruled. Intellectually, we are superior to the Blacks; that has been
proven beyond any reasonable doubt over the years.

I believe that the Afrikaner is an honest, God fearing person, who has
demonstrated practically the right way of being. Nevertheless, it is
comforting to know that behind the scenes, Europe, America, Canada,
Australia-and all others are behind us in spite of what they say. For
diplomatic relations, we all know what language should be used and where. To
prove my point, Comrades, does anyone of you know a White country without an
investment or interest in South Africa? Who buys our gold? Who buys our
diamonds? Who trades with us? Who is helping us develop other nuclear
weapon?

The very truth is that we are their people and they are our people. It's a
big secret. The strength of our economy is backed by America, Britain,
Germany. It is our strong conviction, therefore, that the Black is the raw
material for the White man. So Brothers and Sisters, let us join hands
together to fight against this Black devil. I appeal to all Afrikaners to
come out with any creative means of fighting this war. Surely God cannot
forsake his own people whom we are.
By now every one of us has seen it practically that the Blacks cannot rule
themselves. Give them guns and they will kill each other. They are good in
nothing else but making noise, dancing, marrying many wives and indulging in
sex.

Let us all accept that the Black man is the symbol of poverty, mental
inferiority, laziness and emotional incompetence. Isn't it plausible
therefore that the White man is created to rule the Black man?
Come to think of what would happen one day if you woke up and on the throne
sat a Kaff*ir! Can you imagine what would happen to our women?

Does anyone of you believe that the Blacks can rule this country?

Hence, we have good reasons to let them all-the Mandelas-rot in prison, and
I think we should be commended for having kept them alive in spite of what
we have at hand with which to finish them off. I wish to announce a number
of new strategies that should be put to use to destroy this Black bug. We
should now make use of the chemical weapon. Priority number one, we should
not by all means allow any more increases of the Black population lest we be
choked very soon. I have exciting news that our scientists have come with an
efficient stuff.

I am sending out more researchers to the field to identify as many venues as
possible where the chemical weapons could be employed to combat any further
population increases. The hospital is a very strategic opening, for example
and should be fully utilized. The food supply channel should be used. We
have enveloped excellent slow killing poisons and fertility destroyers. Our
only fear is in case such stuff came in to their hands as they are bound
to start using it against us if you care to think of the many Blacks working
for us in our homes.

However, we are doing the best we can to make sure that the stuff remains
strictly in our hands. Secondly, most Blacks are vulnerable to money
inducements. I have set aside a special fund to exploit this venue. The old
trick of divide and rule is still very valid today. Our experts should work
day and night to set the Black man against his fellowman. His inferior sense
of morals can be exploited beautifully. And here is a creature that lacks
foresight. There is a need for us to combat him in long term projections
that he cannot suspect. The average Black does not plan his life beyond a
year: that stance, for example, should be exploited.

My special department is already working round the clock to come out with a
long-term operation blueprint. I am also sending a special request to all
Afrikaner mothers to double their birth rate. It may be necessary too to set
up a population boom industry by putting up centres where we employ and
support fully White young men and women to produce children for the nation. We are also investigating the merit of uterus rentals as a possible means of speeding up
the growth of our population through surrogate mothers. For the time being, we should also engage a higher gear to make sure that Black men are separated from their women and fines imposed upon married wives who bear illegitimate children.

I have a committee working on finding better methods of inciting Blacks
against each other and encouraging murders among themselves. Murder cases
among Blacks should bear very little punishment in order to encourage them.

My scientists have come up with a drug that could be smuggled into their
brews to effect slow poisoning results and fertility destruction. Working
through drinks and manufacturing of soft drinks geared to the Blacks, could
promote the channels of reducing their population. Ours is not a war that we
can use the atomic bomb to destroy the Blacks, so we must use our
intelligence to effect this. The person-to-person encounter can be very
effective.

As the records show that the Black man is dying to go to bed with the White
woman, here is our unique opportunity. Our Sex Mercenary Squad should go out
and camouflage with Apartheid Fighters while doing their operations quietly
administering slow killing poison and fertility destroyers to those Blacks
they thus befriend. We are modifying the Sex Mercenary Squad by introducing White men who should go for the militant Black woman and any other vulnerable Black woman. We have received a new supply of Love Peddlers from Europe and America who are desperate and too keen to take up the appointments.
My latest appeal is that the maternity hospital operations should be
intensified. We are not paying those people to help bring Black babies to
this world but to eliminate them on the very delivery moment. If this
department worked very efficiently, a great deal could be achieved”.

Professions going down in the drain in SA, report.

The grass is never green on the other side, or so they say. This was tagged in an exclusive report produced by the Bevimark Professional Services group of companies. In an interview with the Group Chief Executive Officer of Bevimark Professional Services (BPS), Mr Benard Makanyise, he reiterated the dire need to reverse the unfortunate scenario where many professionals left the country to purportedly seek for better employment opportunities in the Diaspora where, unfortunately, things turned out ugly in the hands of the locals accusing them of many things including but not limited to: stealing their jobs, taking their women, doing businesses at the expense of the local people.

Many professionals had left their home country, Zimbabwe, out of the need to bring something on the table after having gone to colleges and universities and after failing to get ‘good jobs’, but desperation in a foreign land have forced a lot of them to take any job just to survive. Who says a doctor cannot clean people’s houses, an accountant has no qualification of a gardener, a nurse can’t be a baby-sitter or a teacher can’t be a vendor? South Africa is one of many countries that have the highest number of refugees with many Zimbabwean graduates being absorbed in its mainstream economy, albeit in abject positions, and UK being the second in number in terms of Zimbabwe Asylum Seekers.

In a recent New Age SABC2 Broadcast, the Minister of Home Affairs, (who is now the new AU Chair) Dr Nkosazana Dlamini-Zuma admitted that many asylum seekers in SA do not really qualify to be asylum seekers, but mere economic vagrants wanting to get something to feed their families back home.

But for how long will this scenario last especially since many Zimbabweans got regularised during the Zimbabwe Dispensation Project? Are they going to continue ignoring the call to quit these menial jobs and go back home and rebuild their country in more decent professions?

It calls for those professionals to revisit the desire to be real professionals and to be patriotic – only then can they go back home and reclaim their positions in the land of their mothers! With a clear understanding and experience that there is no place better than home, these people must just pack their bags and come back home sooner rather than later.

Working towards a better Bsc

With integrated efforts spruced up by a willing and fired up local government, we could unstintingly change the face of Buhera South Community, Bsc. Undeniably, a force of indefatigably intertwined synergies with one resolute ambition; will – to a doubtless extent, usher in indelible developmental deliverables to our beloved constituency.

There are a lot of undiscovered talents within Bsc that need to be urgently tapped and unlocked to benefit the area, talents that could turn our place into an economic giant capable of employing most if not all of our youths, our brothers and sisters, who have nothing to do, nothing to spend their time on, but whose talents have never been utilised.

Together, we can start working towards that future, towards achieving that better Bsc, a better Community for us all. And it all starts from choosing the best candidate for an MP in the forthcoming elections. Vote wisely!

 

Makanyise's Quotable Quotes - 4th Five

1.   Common sense is not always common.

2.   Learning is a curve that must be negotiated slowly and carefully.

3.   Unless and until you take out all the fantasies you have, your spouse can never be the best person you wanted.

4.   There is nothing in life as important as knowing where and when to end your jokes, 'cause it saves your teeth, just a smidgen of an advice.

5.   The best way in any dispute is engagement, if it fails engage again until you find a common ground.

Social Media takes tall order

With the advent of social media such as Facebook, Twitter and Skype into the lives of people, information is now being disseminated without special regard to journalistic ethics, credence and reliability.

For as long as people get something to talk about, they chew every bit of news that goes through these new corridors of information. They are their own reporters, their own editors, their own readers and I shudder to think if news powerhouses like The Daily News, The Herald, Kwaedza, The Manica Post are still posting the same profit margins or still enjoys the same readership as before.

With information travelling as fast as the clicking of a button, the users of social media merely depend on news feeds that navigate through the cable news network at every click of the moment. That is enough to tell them what has been happening in and the world at every moment of their lives and that has generally become part of their daily living.

Truth or falsehoods, to them life is not straight anyway. They link websites from once credible sources as a way of driving the truth and one would not doubt the truth as a result thereof. If it is lies, they simply brush it aside and console themselves and say that one must never believe everything they read especially on social media.

Who would deny that social media has brought a great impetus into the lives of many people and with technology increasingly growing at such a faster pace, very soon few to no hard copies of newspapers will be printed – only electronic media will take the tallest order?

Gono, unconscious

The controversial Reserve Bank of Zimbabwe, Dr Gideon Gono was found unconscious this morning at an undisclosed resort hotel due to “cardiogenic shock” – a condition where the heart fails to supply blood to the rest of the body during sexual encounter, or simply put it as shock of “sweetness” during sex.

Impeccable sources at the hotel admitted that Gono was booked into the hotel yesterday evening with a certain strikingly beautiful young lady and has since been admitted at a certain private clinic in the resort town of Victoria Falls , but could not shed more light as to how the shock struck him.

This is not the first time that Gideon Gono’s name has made headlines in the media. First it was in 2010 when he was alleged to be bedding the old man’s queen, Grace Mugabe. He vehemently denied it and accused his detractors of trying to taunt their “good relations” with the first family.

Recently again, Gono is being accused of fathering three children with Dr Millicent Mombeshora, a former Power FM DJ and a wife to Zanu Pf’s Deputy Minister of Health, who is also an MP for Mhangura, Dr Douglous Mombeshora. It is believed their relationship dates back to ten years and the two lovebirds, Gono and Millicent, have been “hanging” secretly until last month’s bombshell.

So probably that explains Gono’s maniac desire for women. He is a bull that can sire any cow within his closet and who can deny his charming, his money, his education – a man of erudition? No one! It was not clear at the time of posting this latest news as to whether Gono had been treated and discharged from the clinic.

Giving Back to the Community

Who looks up to us? – The community we grew up in and giving back to your community is one such great feat that will go a long way in the many lives of our people in Buhera South Constituency.

Our parents played their part in many ways, education being one of the many responsibilities that our parents shouldered even when the chips were down, even when it was next to impossible to educate a child, but they went beyond their means to ensure that we are where we are today. The ball is now in our court and as the young generation, the Generation 40, we need to make our community a better place for all. We need to make Bsc a place devoid of social ills that might bring the entire area to its knees. Social ills such as prostitution, substance abuse must never raise their ugly heads again as we gear towards the selfless uplifting and face-lifting of Bsc. 

It is our responsibility to bring social amenities, technological advancements to the door-step of our community, to bring the much needed cash generating projects to the youths, the women, thereby enhancing and inculcating self-reliance within these quarters. And empowering these people is in itself a milestone in repositioning our community as a haven for economic growth.

Having said that, the million dollar question is always “the how” part of the implementation process. Where do we start? Is it an individual and well-wishers approach or a holistic approach by all members concerned? Indeed it is a collective task, albeit herculean, with every member contributing financially equally or more or less equally or in kind to this initiative. The daggers must then be drawn to ensure proper responsibility and accountability in all our operations. Who is doing what must be rightfully encoded to accentuate a laminar flow of events and tasks.

As forerunners of Giving Back to the Community initiative, we need to demonstrate a high sense of commitment and dedication to the cause so as to lay an insurmountable foundation for the next generation. We must never leave a trail of work-in-progresses, or inchoate thoughts and ideas, but rather a legacy of an indelible mark for posterity and for our kids.

Malema booted out

The NDC of ANC yesterday handed down the toughest verdict on the firebrand of the ANCYL leader, Julius Malema, by expelling him from the ANC for five years for putting the party into disrepute and for sowing divisions within the party.

In a statement Political Analyst Madoda Fikeni said Juju’s political life has been thrown into the political wilderness and it would be very difficult for him to bounce back after such a long time and re-join the political race within ANC. Malema has 14 days in which to appeal his sentence, but many analysts believe his chances of winning the case are too slim to none.

What next for Juju? Some people also think Malema will take the appeal window as a political tactic to remain within the party and to be able to galvanise for support while his stay lasts. Remember there is the elective conference in Mangaung in December and the young Turkey is expecting the unexpected and be elected. But for now, the young boy has gotten more than what he bargained for and only time will tell if he will be able to weather this storm.

Who will rescue Birchenough?

Birchenough Bridge, pictured above, is a spectacular structure built years back by Sir Henry Birchenough in the south tip of Buhera South Constituency, Bsc. This area has been lagging behind in development and not much has been done by the local authorities to put the vibrant area on the spotlight. MPs are voted in and out every election time, but none of them have taken the area seriously.

One resident of Gunura speaking on condition of anonymity said, “the problem with anyone voted into power in Bsc is that they always want to feed themselves and those of their ilk first before they can think of the electorate, the people who voted them”. With this kind of attitude he said that it will take time before Buhera South could be uplifted economically. He jokingly said that it was even better to get someone from outside our borders to represent them in Parliament.  

Recently the current MP for the area Hon Naison Nemadziva’s name was dragged into the mud for failing to produce on time a report on how the US$50 000 Constituency Development Funds was spent. One wonders whether it’s incompetence, incapacity or incapability by our MPs to fail to steer the constituency to greater heights, or is simply greediness and lack of political will and leadership failing them.    

Birchenough is a low lying area which receives little to no rainfall and so farming is not the best means of production in Bsc. One would be surprised why the place is not a resort area by virtue of the uniqueness and ingenuity with which the bridge was built, but again politics has not favoured the place since time immemorial.

To the south of Bsc lies Devuli Irrigation Scheme which is currently doing well despite some hiccups here and there, and just some 15kms to the north of Birchenough, there is another Irrigation Scheme that has become a white elephant - Bonda Irrigation Scheme.

This Irrigation Scheme had come as a relief to many in the areas of Gunura, Nechishanyi, Kufakwatenzi, but alas, the unavailability of water due to engine breakdown at Devure River has rendered the scheme an upstart. Proceeds from the sale of farm produce such as tomatoes, beans, vegetables, maize meal, had helped the people around Bonda Irrigation Scheme in many ways; to pay for school fees for their children, to pay for milling fees and generally it had nutritiously benefited their health.    

The question that many ask is whether there was ever a Parliamentary Vote to complete the Murambinda-Birchenough Bridge Road, a Vote to buy the engine that is supposed to supply water to Bonda Irrigation Scheme, a Vote to finish the Rural Electrification Programme from Zvigayo to Gunura Clinic, Gunura Primary and Secondary, Gunura Shopping Centre and to proceed to Nechishanyi and Nemadziva and up to Mudanda Shopping Centre.

Makanyise's Quotable Quotes - 3rd Five

1.   There is nothing on this world that is as difficult to repair as a damaged reputation.

2.   The only and most important consolation and relief in spiting, bad-mouthing someone is that everything will eventually settle down, they will come over it.

3.   Forgiveness with reservation is as good as one step forward and two steps backwards.

4.   Decision making is a thumbnail of future outcomes.

5.   One lesson in life is never wish your neighbour bad omens for you don’t know where your son will marry.

Makanyise's Quotable Quotes - 2nd Five

1.   A dream pursued is a goal scored.

2.   Anger if nurtured for an unreasonably long time will explode indiscriminately and uncontrollably.

3.   Success is achieving what you want without compromising what you are.

4.   Richness in mind is far greater than material possessions with shallow brains.

5.   Any time, every time is ideal time for education – no holds barred.

Makanyise's Quotable Quotes - 1st Five

1.   Majority rule or majority vote is not always correct and until we listen to minority views, we better not talk about democracy.

2.   Hope is a four-lettered word that pillars and anchors our aspirations to prosperity and posterity.

3.   Being oneself is what makes you yourself and not the other person – the person that you are not.

4.   Focus if stretched to its finality or limit will always yield desired and desirable results that are a sacrosanct to one’s life.

5.    A discovery of one’s life is a pursuance of one’s original plan and determination.

Appalling lack of interest in schooling, Buhera South

One gruesome observation I made with great concern while on my short stint in Buhera South Constituency during the Christmas Holidays is the appalling lack of interest in schooling, the absence of learning culture within our kids.


Reasons cited for this inertia in education varied from: 1. The Chiadzwa era, 2. Look Down South Syndrome, 3. No Absorption in Higher Learning Institutions to 4. No Absorption in Working Places after school.


Now the question I ask today is: What must the government do, the Bsc community do, the parents of these children do, what must we do as beacons and future leaders of our area in all efforts to address this pathetic and rather unfortunate situation that we find our young sisters and brothers in?

Buckets of sweat

In a laggard mood,
With the back aching,
The head echoing,
The hands sprouting,
I do my work.

I work all day long,
With piles of letters to deliver,
To their respective
And corrective persons,
Yes, I do my work.

I know the paddle,
As the fish knows the waters
And the handle bars,
Just a belt to a trousers,
Yes, to complete my routine
As my job description entails.

I work for the Zimpost,
I work for my survival,
In pools and swarms,
I stick to my work,
A ‘Mr. Postman’, though,
My wife calls me a husband
And my children,
A father!

The eleventh hour

Grooving and searching,
The gold of their life,
Shoving and pushing,
To the rescue of their life.

A bee-hive of activity,
In the last minute of the activity,
Choosing and discarding,
In a mist of indecision.

A mushrooming of churches,
A welter of confusion,
Baring many potentials,
To the well of salvation.

One criticising the other,
The other,
A wolf in a sheep’s clothes,
Or is it the former in a sheep’s clothes?

Many still remain undecided,
And yet the time that remains:
A time bomb in a world petrol!
-Pending explosion at the eleventh hour.

Better be found in a net,
Whose fisherman may spare a crab,
Than being seen in a web,
Whose spider will devour to a stub.

A cloud of fear

The maze in my eyes,
The mist that wells up in my eyes,
Is it the dawn of a new millennium?
Or the outburst of my zealous ambitions?

The day that chameleon to none,
But my hopes are none,
-A sheer trepidation of my future,
Cracking the walls of my destiny.

I shiver and quaver,
A mere hither and tither,
To the destination unknown,
But the ancient times known.

A mere thought to the future,
A gross gobble to my intestines,
An unstable torso boggles,
In the world of my fear.

Am I my own enemy,
To the woes and boos of my own tribulations?
Or the biltong to the infernal,
Of Boferi who died in antiquity!

A cracking heart that is pending mending,
A cloud of fear that is bestowing upon,
That hangs and hovers above my head,
Game of chances, I am down and out!

A dreamless slumber in a world of hope,
A nightmare of luxury oblivioned
And I stand akimbo thoughtless,
Or seat head resting on hand, brainless.

The African Renaissance

The wind of change sweeping across Africa marks the beginning of a new era, the rebirth of Africa, the African Renaissance. Italy became the first state to taste the change of times in the 14^th century and the renaissance spread across Europe between the 14^th and 16^th centuries.

The general feeling among Africans is one of transforming or changing autocratic-rule to democratic-rule, iron-fisted rule to liberal-rule, to quench the need for a people-oriented government that is meant to cater for all. A government of, for and by the people is the call by all in the 21^st generation era and the eruptions of the uprisings in Ivory Coast, Tunisia, Egypt, Lybia speak volumes of the desire of the modern generation to upstage cannibalistic, animalistic old regimes which thrive on silencing the voice of the people using brutal and brutish forces against innocent and unarmed civilians.

The rebirth of Africa, the African Renaissance, could not have come at a better time than 2011, in the 21^st Century, whose desire is to restore the rule of law, respect human rights, safeguard the safety and security of its people, liberalize and democratize the economy, among other reforms.

It is out of these needs that any forces that live in the past, in the dark past, will be caught napping and will try to subvert the will of the people to no avail. The will of the people, the people’s revolution is unstoppable and it will not stop until all regimes are either changed or removed.

It will not stop until all autocrats, despots are usurped. It will not stop when Arab dictators are toppled, but the winds of change will sweep down Africa to Kenya, Uganda, Zimbabwe and Swaziland. The African Renaissance will reshape, remap, refine, redefine Africa until it conforms to the dictates of civility and nothing; nobody will stop the rebirth, the dawn of a new age – The African Renaissance.

  

My words to you

Words to ponder,

Words that I leave with you,

Words that have a future

Are words that I have for you.

As I leave the country for South Africa,

I should not forget my leaf,

That which blossoms my stem,

I should not forget my rose,

That which flowers my heart

I should not forget my root

That which propels my engine to posterity

No! I should leave her with words.

Words I must leave,

Words even of advice,

Even words of admonition,

That no any man is better than your love,

That no other man does it better than your apple

And that no other male should whimper in your heaven,

Than the man you chose for life

Better still than the man you call Benard.

Depressed

A tremor of apprehension,
-Of my position to date,
Ramshackles my insides,
In a world depressed.

Ghastly I action,
My efforts into effects,
But, aghastly,
-Not with laxity,
But with sinews taut,
I staved off,
The line to a future oiled,
And my body sizzled,
In a pot derision.

It is heart-rending,
-Mind-boggling!
To my heart serrated,
And my mind jagged,
Of my wishes blocked,
In the world doomed,
Of its stores shattered
And my posture besieged,
By soldiers bellicose,
For a war beleaguer
And now I feel sinking,
In a world of depression.
 

If you don't speak

If you don’t speak
Who will speak,
For the sick
For the aged
For the children?

If I don’t speak
Who will speak,
For the voiceless
For the abused
For the raped?

If they don’t speak
Who will speak,
For the jailed
For the tortured
For the murdered?

If we don’t speak
Who will speak,
For the blind
For the dumb
For the lame?