Oh my dear mother,
how precious you are.
Some people value diamonds, gold and silver,
Others value money it self,
But no one really knows what there really is to value.
I value you
The only super special person in my life.
Some people travel the world to find themselves
Others travel in search of love
And all of this I have found in a very special heart
The heart of my mother,
It has no boundaries,
As your love carries on forever
Despite the hurt I cause you with every passing day
The heart of my mother has no end as the seven seas,
I see this everyday, in her kindness and in her eyes when she laughs.
When she gets angry and then forgives and forgets.
The heart of my mother loves unconditionally
This too I see everyday.
We all think of our selves first
But the heart of my mother…
She is the last
The children, it’s them who always come first
No matter what they might have done.
Mistakes I shall make all my life.
That’s the only reason Allah has blessed me with such a beautiful person like you to be in my life to guide and correct me.
Without you mum I wouldn’t be able to be who I am today and nor will I have any future.
Like a house needs a foundation and the roof needs the four walls, I need you.
You are my pillars mum, the pillars that keep me up everyday.
And it is always good to know that you will always be standing their with arms wide open ready to catch me every time I fall.
Mum…I am really really sorry for all the times I might have caused you any pain or grief, misbehaved or through tantrums, scram or disobeyed you in even the slightest of ways.
Thank you mum…
Friday, May 30, 2008
Thursday, May 29, 2008
The ONE
I cannot say I know what you feel. Because we are all different, we all feel different.
Deep down inside, I know. Somewhere in your broken heart, there it is, in a dark corner, lies a spec of light.
A light which is forever burning. It burns for the memories, the good times and the bad, it burns for those we love, or even used to… it burns to keep us alive and strong.
It burns for what our eyes fail to see, our ears fail to hear and our heart fails to feel.
For when all falls and we are left with nothing…this light keeps on burning.
It reminds us, this light; it reminds us of one special thing, one special being, the one in control of our very existence.
The one who has all the answers, the one who has the key to every lock, the pen to every chapter, the one who knows all.
Often when in need and it seems that there is no one to talk to or no one who’d listen…this light will always be burning as it flickers.
We need answers and the keys to all the locks in life.
Who better to ask then the one who put it there in the first place?
Lay down your head and open your heart, speak as you feel, ask all you want, cry as you may…for He is always there, to listen to us, to catch our every tear…if you walk to me. I will run to you.
He is always with us…no matter what…we are never barren even if we may feel.
He is the great, the Mighty, the Merciful, the knower of all things, the Helper, the Guider…so if we cannot ask Him…
then who else…
Deep down inside, I know. Somewhere in your broken heart, there it is, in a dark corner, lies a spec of light.
A light which is forever burning. It burns for the memories, the good times and the bad, it burns for those we love, or even used to… it burns to keep us alive and strong.
It burns for what our eyes fail to see, our ears fail to hear and our heart fails to feel.
For when all falls and we are left with nothing…this light keeps on burning.
It reminds us, this light; it reminds us of one special thing, one special being, the one in control of our very existence.
The one who has all the answers, the one who has the key to every lock, the pen to every chapter, the one who knows all.
Often when in need and it seems that there is no one to talk to or no one who’d listen…this light will always be burning as it flickers.
We need answers and the keys to all the locks in life.
Who better to ask then the one who put it there in the first place?
Lay down your head and open your heart, speak as you feel, ask all you want, cry as you may…for He is always there, to listen to us, to catch our every tear…if you walk to me. I will run to you.
He is always with us…no matter what…we are never barren even if we may feel.
He is the great, the Mighty, the Merciful, the knower of all things, the Helper, the Guider…so if we cannot ask Him…
then who else…
A Disappearing World
I need you all to close your eyes. Take a deep breathe in and slowly breathe out. Now picture this. A calm, serene and tranquil environment. Enrobed in a thick luxurious blanket- it helps to keep the place balanced. The warm sun silently filters through, gently warming your skin, greenery all around you, birds chirping and a light breeze makes the leaves whistle. Oh! How peaceful.
Suddenly with a bang, a huge hole occurs in the thick blanket.Whats happening, everything is upset. Now there is too much sunlight, there are no more birds singing and the greenery has silently vanished. A gentle breeze now turns into a violent storm.
Our heaven on earth has turned into a disaster zone. You probably thinking, ‘’Man, this girl watches too many movies.’’ But unfortunately this is the truth my dear friends. Our planet is heading for a disaster and is crying for help. All we do is stand back and relax. Now I welcome you to our terse reality, our disappearing world and to global warming.
‘’Global warming’’- words often spoken about but never taken into consideration.
Global warming is the increase in the average temperature of the Earth, near its surface and its oceans, and is mainly influenced by human activities. Now what on Earth does an increase in temperature have to do with us, right? WRONG! An increase in global temperature in turn causes other changes, including sea level rising and changes in the amount and patterns of rainfall. There may also be an increase in the frequency and intensity of extreme whether events such as tsunamis, hurricanes, earthquakes, floods, volcanic eruptions and more. Other effects may include changes in agricultural yields, glacier retreat, a difference in season change, species extinctions and an increase in the range of disease vectors. You tell me how that doesn’t affect our lives!
Now that we know what it’s doing we now have to stop it, but before that we need to know how it is caused. Ever heard about the green-house effect? The green house effect is unquestionably real and helps to regulate the temperature of our planet. It is essential for life on Earth and is one of Earth’s natural processors. It is the result in heat absorption by certain gases in the atmosphere and re-radiation downward of some of that same heat back onto Earth. The concern is not that we have a green-house effect rather it is weather human activities are leading to the enhancement of it. Human activity had been increasing the concentration of green-house gases in the atmosphere. Mostly carbon dioxide, from combustion of fossil fuels such as coal, oil and gas.
Scientist have predicted that global temperature will increase anywhere from 1.4 degrees Celsius to 1.5 degrees Celsius from 1990 to the year 2100. Also that snow-extent and sea-ice will decrease further in the northern hemisphere, and that glaciers and ice-caps are expected to continue to retreat.
Before we are taken from this world, lets leave it a place to be seen for the future generations. A place with no health hazards, one of peace and tranquility,
joy and happiness. Lets not leave behind a devastating past. Lets not be selfish, it is not always about what we can take but rather what we can give. So lets leave behind a beautiful world.
If Only You Knew
Blood filled rivers flow beneath a dark sky
Not a spec of blue insight
A thick cloud of grey and brown
Smog and smoke fill your lungs as you breathe in
Burnt trees stand half way up from the ground…
If they were lucky to survive.
Rubble lies beneath my feet.
I stand over what is left of my home.
The sound of guns firing, sirens running, people screaming and crying in
desperation.
Despite my bleeding head, my sore throat and all the pain
I search frantically for my family
…but there is no one insight.
I see in the far what looks like a hand.
A glimpse of hope.
And so I tear the rubble like a starving wolf.
I find what is left of my mothers body,
Her hand lies alone,
Her body unknown.
Instead of standing under a clear blue sky,
Under which rivers of crystal clear spring water flows,
Where trees are rich and flourishing,
Where birds sing and buildings stand tall and proud.
Where people are happy and the air is clear.
I stand here.
This is my world.
The world the UN did not stop
The world Bush wants for his ‘War O Terror’
The world for which today I stand alone
Only with one God
The world for which my father was imprisoned unjustly,
My mother martyred,
My little brother suffocated,
My baby sister burnt.
The world which the world cannot see…
The world which the world does not want to see.
This is my world.
The world which you will never know.
A world created by your leader for ‘World Peace’
Where every citizen is stripped off their human rights
And no one even cares.
As you reading this my world is tearing apart.
My brothers are dying.
And you at home are trying to past time.
Giving your dimes seems the right thing to do…
If you only knew what they do…
You’d think twice before you spare again.
The amo, the bombs, the drugs,
the tanks that blew up my house.
If only you knew.
Not a spec of blue insight
A thick cloud of grey and brown
Smog and smoke fill your lungs as you breathe in
Burnt trees stand half way up from the ground…
If they were lucky to survive.
Rubble lies beneath my feet.
I stand over what is left of my home.
The sound of guns firing, sirens running, people screaming and crying in
desperation.
Despite my bleeding head, my sore throat and all the pain
I search frantically for my family
…but there is no one insight.
I see in the far what looks like a hand.
A glimpse of hope.
And so I tear the rubble like a starving wolf.
I find what is left of my mothers body,
Her hand lies alone,
Her body unknown.
Instead of standing under a clear blue sky,
Under which rivers of crystal clear spring water flows,
Where trees are rich and flourishing,
Where birds sing and buildings stand tall and proud.
Where people are happy and the air is clear.
I stand here.
This is my world.
The world the UN did not stop
The world Bush wants for his ‘War O Terror’
The world for which today I stand alone
Only with one God
The world for which my father was imprisoned unjustly,
My mother martyred,
My little brother suffocated,
My baby sister burnt.
The world which the world cannot see…
The world which the world does not want to see.
This is my world.
The world which you will never know.
A world created by your leader for ‘World Peace’
Where every citizen is stripped off their human rights
And no one even cares.
As you reading this my world is tearing apart.
My brothers are dying.
And you at home are trying to past time.
Giving your dimes seems the right thing to do…
If you only knew what they do…
You’d think twice before you spare again.
The amo, the bombs, the drugs,
the tanks that blew up my house.
If only you knew.
My Vission Statement
Wherever the path leads to, wherever I might go, I will have a burning eagerness to carry on and keep the flow. I will take it upon myself to strive for each day. To make the most come out of it I’ll stand in Gods way, with hands open wide I know he will help assist me in my mission. I hope to gain respect. May my character outshine the stars and my belief be as strong as the sun. I pray for my future and hope my Aaghirah is as promising as the moon is every night. I know Allah will help me; He’ll assist me in my fight.
My Mission Statement
I want to achieve greatness and only I know what it means. I want to gain knowledge and skills, it’s a promising dream. I will excel in my strengths and improve on my weaknesses. Ill go out and grab every opportunity, it comes in no sequences. I’ll seize every moment, own it and hold it and make the most of it. What is meant to be for me will be. I know I can achieve as much as I want to. Everything is possible if you put your mind to it.
Read Between The Lines
How failure to do so, by misinterpreting and assuming, has grave consequences.
Have you ever been in the situation where people read you wrong and fail to comprehend your point? Where they refuse to understand and quickly base their views on a simple but yet silly assumptions. Yes, I believe we have all been in a similar situation at least once in our lives.
As we see in the play Julius Caesar, the reason to murder Caesar is based on an assumption made by the conspirators. They believed Caesar was becoming too powerful and if he accepts the crown he might snatch away the people’s freedom.
Much of the play deals with the characters failure to interpret correctly the omens that they encounter. The same goes for today. We often misread situations and the consequences are so great they can be life changing or life threatening.
Another problem which also arises from Shakespeare’s play Julius Caesar is that the people often confuse their private selves with their public selves. They simply do not know the barrier between the two and then begin to combine the two. We can use Brutus as an example: regardless of the fact that he was a good and close friend of Caesar, he goes ahead with the murder thinking he is doing it for the good of the people of Rome. This confusion assists in our failure to recognize, read certain actions and events which again leads to assumptions and misinterpretations.
Many of the world’s life changing events have been related to such topics, all which can be related to Julius Caesar. For example, the murder of Caesar and the assassination of the thirty-fifth president of the United States. As the authorities have made assumptions about Caesar, similarly the authorities of the U.S have had certain misunderstandings of John F Kennedy and therefore had him killed. Although Oswald is known to be his assassinator, there is reason to doubt as some still believe his death was a result of a conspiracy. A similar story can be told of the Princes of Whales, Lady Diana, who was also believed to have been murdered in a conspiracy plot.
Another valid reason why we as people fail to read between the lines in interpreting situations correctly without making assumptions is a lack of communication. When there is a gap between communication there is automatically going to be misinterpretation of the situation and then any further views would now be based on assumption.
This shows the importance of communication between you and your associate. In order to bridge the cap one should not be afraid to ask questions and in doing so one should be upfront and clear. Once this gap is bridged and we are now able to understand the next person’s views it now becomes easier to relate to that person and we then begin to interpret the situation we are in correctly.
As a leader and as a person, one should stand firm on ones feet and should not be swayed easily. Once we begin to confuse, misinterpret and assume we, to a certain point, loose the plot we were initially striving for. Let us not be caught up in this situation again and if so that we are, we can detangle our selves easily.
Joburg City
It’s a city with a rhythm,
It’s a city with a vibe,
A city with undercurrents
That makes you want to drive.
Everything, though, is not always well and good.
There’s murder, theft and rape.
You’ll find it everywhere.
From newspaper headlines and the ally way under the night sky,
To the vast veldt in broad day light.
There is the rich, there is the poor,
And the struggle to survive is to work for.
The rich do coffee shops,
The poor do the streets.
We all live our lives,
There’s nothing worth risking it for.
Drive through its streets
And you will find happiness
Within the heavy mists of unfortunates.
It’s a great city
A city worth seeing.
It is Joburg city,
A city for me.
A city full of hope
And great expectations.
A city which is developing
And won’t hesitate to produce successes
It is Joburg city.
For you,
For me,
For everybody.
Propaganda
Propaganda is the art of indoctrination and manipulation. It is used to persuade a mass of people into believing a certain thing by using a one-sided argument. This is accomplished by distorting or not revealing the entire truth. Propagandist use all sorts of communication including speech and the Mass Media
A summary on propaganda:
¨ Distorting or not revealing the entire truth.
¨ Use of indoctrination.
¨ Very subtle and inviting.
¨ Use of jargon.
¨ Mass Media in media campaigns.
¨ Persuade a mass of people into believing a certain thing.
¨ Shape and manipulate peoples believe by using a one-sided argument.
A summary on propaganda:
¨ Distorting or not revealing the entire truth.
¨ Use of indoctrination.
¨ Very subtle and inviting.
¨ Use of jargon.
¨ Mass Media in media campaigns.
¨ Persuade a mass of people into believing a certain thing.
¨ Shape and manipulate peoples believe by using a one-sided argument.
My first impressions of Animal Farm
At first I was not too impressed when I heard that the story was all about animals on a farm. I took it to be a very light, easy study, nothing too intense or highly captivating.
After the introduction of Animal Farm (28 April 2008)-the 1st lesson- my perspective of the novel changed dramatically.
We had the brief history of George Orwell presented to us. This gave us the essential background knowledge to why the novel was written and what it was intended to do.
I came to learn that the novel actually combines 3 literary forms:
1. Fable
2. Satire
3. Allegory
Learning about this has played a key role to my perspective of the novel as I now know what Orwell intended us to see and learn. We accomplished all of this by taking a deeper look into meanings and references made in the novel.
My first impression on Animal Farm
At first I was not too impressed when I heard that the story was all about animals on a farm. I took it to be a very light, easy study, nothing too intense or highly captivating.
After the introduction of Animal Farm (28 April 2008)-the 1st lesson- my perspective of the novel changed dramatically.
We had the brief history of George Orwell presented to us. This gave us the essential background knowledge to why the novel was written and what it was intended to do.
I came to learn that the novel actually combines 3 literary forms:
1. Fable
2. Satire
3. Allegory
Learning about this has played a key role to my perspective of the novel as I now know what Orwell intended us to see and learn. We accomplished all of this by taking a deeper look into meanings and references made in the novel.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
My Book Review
A South African Story by Azeeza Saloojee review by Fatima Khakie
If I was an eight-year old child reading the story, I would have definitely learnt more about my country’s past, things that I would not forget. The simple plot and amazing illustrations keeps the interest of a young mind. The book “A South African Story” by Azeeza Saloojee will prove to be not only enjoyable, but will teach children important life lessons as well.
Set in Apartheid times, the hardships and unfairness of racial segregation is explored through main character, John and his family. Explaining that also the young suffered - one can almost feel the sadness which gives the book a realistic feel. Thereby teaching children to treat everyone fairly.
The impact of Apartheid is brilliantly portrayed in the line “John and his family are still hurt and their wounds and memories of their ill past has not healed.”
Yet, this is all forgiven and forgotten thanks to the TRC, which was well explained. The book does end in a happy ending – just like South Africa did. All can look forward to a brighter future filled with people of all colours.
The gold covered story book is an interesting bed time story, that unlike sleeping beauty is true, deep and above all, about South Africa – our country.
Saturday, October 27, 2007
Narrative Essay
As the hot summer sun filtered through the tall window of her bedroom, it shone directly on to a monstrosity. His disheveled figure leaving a dark shadow behind him as if he were the devil.
Her palms are sweaty, knees weak and arms are heavy. Trembling like a scared puppy in the corner. Hoping from the depths of her heart and praying to god like there is no tomorrow that this man, this thing, does not choose the correct casket.
Seconds turn into minutes and minutes stretch out to be hours and her mind drifts away to another land, wandering what the future has in store for her. What if this man chooses the right casket? She's doomed.
I cannot stay with such a thing, it’s simply inhumane,” she whispers to herself in a breaking voice.
With a nudge to her side only seconds before he gives his answer, Stella’s monstrous suitor, disorientated if he were drunk, with curly, greasy, shoulder-length hair, not combed for days like a shag dog not groomed for a month, chooses the right casket. Her heart dropped to the floor like a bomb falling from the sky, only to leave destruction in its path. She now knew her life was over, this was the turning point, like every fairy-tale, the poor girl gets her prince, for her it’s for the worst.
“Me, oh me, why? Why do I have to be in the middle of a dead mans wish, I am only human, deserving enough to make my own choices and to marry one other than this, why God? WHY?” She cries out in dismay.
The room stands I shock to her words, like robots, without blinking. She looked at him and stared, his face suddenly gone small by her words, but deep inside he had a grin.
Standing on her two feet again, recovered from her state of shock, she has no say in the matter. He is her suitor, her husband to be.
The nights leading up to the wedding were endless. With every passing day, her eyes puffy and red, new grief entered her heart. The day came when Stella had to share her life and herself with a man she did not know, she did not like and further more did not choose.
After the ceremony, Stella was taken to her new home. Far from the rich city to calm, serene place in the country side. She entered her castle. A huge mansion lied before her.
For weeks she was a lump of misery. But soon her heart began to change. Slowly her monstrous husband shredded of the layers only to reveal what lies beneath. She felt ashamed about herself, how could she make such accusations against a man of such character. Her heart took over her mind and the bond between them grew like the tendrils of a grape vine.
Never in her life was she ever spoken to with such respect and honour. He honoured as royalty and treated her as his treasure. Her happiness was his. His tongue, the words he spoke so gently and kind were sweeter than sugar and honey. She asked him one day, “Why did you appear to be such a vile man?” he replied, “my love, I wanted to see what kind of man your heart searched for, I was not sure, if I came well dressed you would have not moaned, and I would have not known if I was the one or not.”
By his words her heart set free like a butterfly. Her handsome prince, cleaned up and in his original deep voice, was the only thing she needed to survive. He was her everything.
She learnt her lesson. Outward appearance means nothing to what you may find inside. She thought to herself, “I guess this was my turning point, something more than a fairytale, this is reality,”
Her palms are sweaty, knees weak and arms are heavy. Trembling like a scared puppy in the corner. Hoping from the depths of her heart and praying to god like there is no tomorrow that this man, this thing, does not choose the correct casket.
Seconds turn into minutes and minutes stretch out to be hours and her mind drifts away to another land, wandering what the future has in store for her. What if this man chooses the right casket? She's doomed.
I cannot stay with such a thing, it’s simply inhumane,” she whispers to herself in a breaking voice.
With a nudge to her side only seconds before he gives his answer, Stella’s monstrous suitor, disorientated if he were drunk, with curly, greasy, shoulder-length hair, not combed for days like a shag dog not groomed for a month, chooses the right casket. Her heart dropped to the floor like a bomb falling from the sky, only to leave destruction in its path. She now knew her life was over, this was the turning point, like every fairy-tale, the poor girl gets her prince, for her it’s for the worst.
“Me, oh me, why? Why do I have to be in the middle of a dead mans wish, I am only human, deserving enough to make my own choices and to marry one other than this, why God? WHY?” She cries out in dismay.
The room stands I shock to her words, like robots, without blinking. She looked at him and stared, his face suddenly gone small by her words, but deep inside he had a grin.
Standing on her two feet again, recovered from her state of shock, she has no say in the matter. He is her suitor, her husband to be.
The nights leading up to the wedding were endless. With every passing day, her eyes puffy and red, new grief entered her heart. The day came when Stella had to share her life and herself with a man she did not know, she did not like and further more did not choose.
After the ceremony, Stella was taken to her new home. Far from the rich city to calm, serene place in the country side. She entered her castle. A huge mansion lied before her.
For weeks she was a lump of misery. But soon her heart began to change. Slowly her monstrous husband shredded of the layers only to reveal what lies beneath. She felt ashamed about herself, how could she make such accusations against a man of such character. Her heart took over her mind and the bond between them grew like the tendrils of a grape vine.
Never in her life was she ever spoken to with such respect and honour. He honoured as royalty and treated her as his treasure. Her happiness was his. His tongue, the words he spoke so gently and kind were sweeter than sugar and honey. She asked him one day, “Why did you appear to be such a vile man?” he replied, “my love, I wanted to see what kind of man your heart searched for, I was not sure, if I came well dressed you would have not moaned, and I would have not known if I was the one or not.”
By his words her heart set free like a butterfly. Her handsome prince, cleaned up and in his original deep voice, was the only thing she needed to survive. He was her everything.
She learnt her lesson. Outward appearance means nothing to what you may find inside. She thought to herself, “I guess this was my turning point, something more than a fairytale, this is reality,”
Evaluation: Term 3
Term 3 saw to the closure of the study Cry the Beloved Country by Alan Paton. During this term we made shanty town models and plays which were all based on the novel. Putting yourself in the shoes of others gave me a deeper sense of feeling of the way of life many lived through the Apartheid times. Cry the Beloved country was a great book and it did a wonderful job on shedding some light on the history of our country in a more deeper context than other history books.
Evaluation: Grade 10 2007
Awesome, exerting, application, maturing, understanding, growth, fun, tears, laughter, world, media, technology, history, general knowledge, news, events…and the list can go on and on. These are only a few words that describe my English class for the year 2007. With great help and support this is all thanks to Mr. A Sujee and my great class of girls! Thanks a lot guys, you all made it worth while.
Evaluation: Writing children's books
This task, I have to admit, had me shaking at first. How do you possibly write a book for kids on Apartheid and the TRC, when I myself have no idea what to do. Well, I gave it my best shot, and to my surprise, it actually looked quite good at the end. I was proud of the little book that came out of my hands…and my head. Let’s just hope Mr. Sujee and the others like it too.
On a more serious note, at the same time writing children’s books was an extremely learning experience. It was challenging but I made it!
On a more serious note, at the same time writing children’s books was an extremely learning experience. It was challenging but I made it!
Evaluation: Preparing to teach a poetry lesson
We were recently told that we were to teach a grade nine class a poetry lesson. This got us all excited, I mean, how cool is that, we get to teach. The poem that we were going to teach was An Abandoned Bundle by Oswald Mbuyiseni Mtshali. It was a powerful poem and in no time we were all ready preparing the lesson. Headstrong and passionate, the planning was awesome.
Saturday, September 22, 2007
Letter to the editor- The Vereeniging Vaal Ster
P o Box 21287
Roshnee1936
Vereeniging
21 September 2007
The Editor
Vereeniging Ster
P O Box 351
Vanderbijlpark
1900Dear Sir
High crime rate in South Africa
I am writing this letter to express my concern of the high crime rate in South Africa and my community.
As a citizen of South Africa I feel that my right to ‘safety and security’ and also the ‘right to life’ are being violated on a daily basis. This feeling is not only being experienced by me but also by those around me and by the community. We, the citizens of South Africa, fear for our life, possessions and loved ones every day with out fail.
Every person in this country has been affected by crime either directly or indirectly at some time in their lives. Just last month a close family member was hijacked in the quite town of Lydenburg. It wasn’t long after that that there was a break in attempt at my own home. In the previous week it is said that two men walked into a ladies home at about 8:45. They hit the domestic unconscious and stabbed the owner in the upper arm. They got away, once again, with the ladies possessions including her jewelry.
Common assault is down 8.7 percent, common robbery is down 5.8 percent, indecent assault is down 5.5 percent, rape is down 5.2 percent, assault with intent to do grievous bodily harm is down 4.9 percent and attempted murder is down 3 percent.
However, despite the overall decrease, there has been an increase in two categories: provoked robbery and murder, which went up by 4.6 percent and 2.4 percent respectively.
Even though the crime rate has dropped as shown by statistics, it is still ridiculous as to what we have to go through. Prison does not seem to help in this country, are we been forced to introduce the death penalty? Without a doubt it raises a question in my mind: What will be the ultimate punishment for criminals?
Sincerely yours,
Azeeza Saloojee
Statistics obtained from:
www.allafrica.com
www.nationmaster.com
Sunday, August 26, 2007
Joburg City
It’s a city with a rhythm,
It’s a city with a vibe,
A city with undercurrents
That makes you want to drive.
Everything, though, is not always well and good.
There’s murder, theft and rape.
You’ll find it everywhere.
From newspaper headlines and the ally way under the night sky,
To the vast veldt in broad day light.
There is the rich, there is the poor,
And the struggle to survive is to work for.
The rich do coffee shops,
The poor do the streets.
We all live our lives,
There’s nothing worth risking it for.
Drive through its streets
And you will find happiness
Within the heavy mists of unfortunates.
It’s a great city
A city worth seeing.
It is Joburg city,
A city for me.
A city full of hope
And great expectations.
A city which is developing
And won’t hesitate to produce successes
It is Joburg city.
For you,
For me,
For everybody.
It’s a city with a rhythm,
It’s a city with a vibe,
A city with undercurrents
That makes you want to drive.
Everything, though, is not always well and good.
There’s murder, theft and rape.
You’ll find it everywhere.
From newspaper headlines and the ally way under the night sky,
To the vast veldt in broad day light.
There is the rich, there is the poor,
And the struggle to survive is to work for.
The rich do coffee shops,
The poor do the streets.
We all live our lives,
There’s nothing worth risking it for.
Drive through its streets
And you will find happiness
Within the heavy mists of unfortunates.
It’s a great city
A city worth seeing.
It is Joburg city,
A city for me.
A city full of hope
And great expectations.
A city which is developing
And won’t hesitate to produce successes
It is Joburg city.
For you,
For me,
For everybody.
Evaluation: The Vaal Hearings
I was surprised to find out how many great stories were still hidden under the soil. This was our chance to do something for our country and the people in it. We interviewed people and retrieved their life experiences from deep within their hearts. They were extremely happy to know that finally their experiences of the struggle will be exposed. It was gripping to know that ordinary people were so active in opposing the struggle. It got me thinking about my self and the youth of today. I found myself questioning “ what did I do for my people, for my self… to make a difference?” . The answer was obvious. I did not do much. The same school project had now evolved into a moral inspiration, and a reforming one as well.
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