You Deserve More

I am proud of you
You need to know that
Not that you don’t know that already but as Facebook keeps on regurtitating memories upon my sad soul
I can’t help but become emotional and sentimental about how small you once were
I often joke that you would stay small and get back in my belly; then atleast I’d have a real reason for having this big rolling mag
You deserve more than this life
More than feeling less than
You deserve love and happyness
Endless bounds of it
I wish I could give it to you all
The knowledge to not follow that boy to the ends of the Earth but also the knowledge that you have to make mistakes and get hurt to learn
You deserve more than mediocre, because you, my love are worth 1 hundred million thousand
You deserve only the sunshine, even peaking through the dark stormy clouds
You deserve to be loved immensely and then hurt deeply
The good and alot of the bad
Knowing that at any minute you can turn around and I’ll be right there
Being your mother makes me proud
You being my child makes me proud
If “Mother” is the only title I ever have in this earthly life, I am ok with that
No matter what other’s say
You dear Zineah have brought so much joy into the life of others’
You are loved beyond compare
By people you don’t even know
You deserve more than the little love I have to give
Because of you, I am who I am
Proud
A Mother
A Provider
I love you Zineah

May you never forget that

The word “Coloured” and why I hate it

Recently my family and I have started this ritual, in the spirit of being healthy; we try to walk a few times a wekk. A 30 minute walk / jog. It’s fun. I sweat. I pain. It’s for a good cause though (you’d understand if you ever saw in the light). But this post is not about the eternal train of wanting – to – lose – weight, this is about the ever popularised and overused term; “Coloured”

To say I identify as a Coloured would only be because that is what I have been told and from the area I have been raised; “Coloured” is the first and most natural bracket I have been put into.

I have been called

  • too white for Mitchells Plain
  • too sturvy because I am unfamilar with the wordings of my people

People have even gone as far as to say, “Are you sure?” when I tell them I have lived my entire life in the thriving drug and gang stricken community of “The Plain”

Do I get offended when I hear the term “Coloured”? NO

I do however, hate it and all the negative conotations associated with that ACI status

I am not white

I am not black

I am Coloured

  • Low level
  • Crass
  • Unintelligent

This not only what people say but how people look at me, I see the judgement in your eyes and that version of Coloured infuriates me

As soon as I loudly identify as Coloured; without a second thought I get asked to perfom stranger CCA’s (Coloured Circus Acts)

  • speak like one of them
  • say something Coloured

And then, what words do you use?

The favourite and one they always look forward to is PK

*please note that at the time of these CCA’s, I worked for a predominantly white owned company (I am not racist, just stating the facts) where it was of unheard of to still be calling your parents “Mommy” and “Daddy”, to still be living at home at 25 and to be living somewhere other than Claremont / Rondebosch

The term “Coloured” irks me even though we have Youngsta, Paxtion Fielies, Wayde van Niekerk and Craig Lucas (he is Coloured, right?) ; the sort of low level Coloureds or non TV Coloureds are still seen as kak

I am a proud Coloured girl from the Plain

I am not proud of the filthy language we use, the way we are so easily mocked and how we willingly make clowns of ourselves

I am a proud Coloured girl with a mom hailing from Lavender Hill and a dad from Manenberg

I am not proud of the way we are exploited and how the term “Coloured” is so loosely thrown around like the tik injected into our children’s veins

I am a proud Coloured girl always being told “you’re too white for Mitchells Plain but too coloured for Constantia” , as if that was some sort of compliment

I am not proud because I a writing this

Admitting that I am offended by the term “Coloured”, the term i so closely relate to; is not a good thing

Leaves me as if I am not apart of anything

As f I don’t belong

It is not a proud moment but as I bowed my head in shame when, what I assume was a drug laden gent, shouted across the field “Fiekie jou naai”; I realised that that version of Colouredness, although colourful #punright is not the version of Coloured I have ever wanted to be associated with

Perhaps it is because I am my harshest critic and worst judge

<when the one rotten apple lies in the basket too long: do we also turn brown on the inside?>

Red Cross 16 Days of Activism Story Seven | Sadie

 

One year old Sadie* was rushed to the Red Cross War Memorial Children’s Hospital with a fractured femur. Doctors were told that she fell off the bed, but the fall was not witnessed by either parent. Sadie’s father explained that he left her alone in the family home while he used the bathroom, which was 100 meters from the house. Upon his return, he found Sadie on the floor and crying. When he picked her up, her cries intensified. He explains that this is when he noticed that there was something wrong with her little leg.

Doctors in the trauma centre at Red Cross Children’s Hospital examined Sadie and determined that the type of fracture she had, was not consistent with her father’s version of the events surrounding her injury. A child protection investigation began. After numerous social work assessments and hours of investigation, the findings of the child protection office were heart-breaking:

Sadie’s parents had lied about her fall being an unwitnessed event…
Sadie’s parents had lied about her fall being from a bed…
Sadie’s had lied about Sadie’s fall being a fall at all…

Sadie’s parents got into a physical fight and one year old little Sadie was picked up and used as human shield. In the midst of this violence, her tiny little body was pulled at and hit and in the end, the sheer force of this violence was the reason her little leg broke. Once the fight was over, Sadie’s parents continued drinking alcohol and little Sadie waited – in excruciating pain – for two 2 days before her parents brought her to the hospital.

Sadie has been removed from her parent’s home and now lives in a place of safety.

* YOU DO NOT NEED TO KNOW HER NAME TO KNOW THAT SHE DESERVED A CHILDHOOD

Red Cross 16 Days of Activism Story Six | Jade

 

3-year-old Jade* was staying at her mother’s boyfriend’s house. Sometime during the night, little Jade wet her bed. In most households, this would be met with a gentle reminder from a parent. The child would be reminded that it’s ok, it happens, it is not a big deal. The sheets would be changed and life would go on. But Jade did not come from “most” households. Jade came from a household were violence inescapable and for Jade, what happened next could only be described as an avalanche of abuse.

Jade’s mother’s boyfriend –  the perpetrator – proceeded to punish her while her mother watched helplessly on the side. It was reported that he allegedly covered her mouth with Sellotape, slapped her, pulled her by her hair and used her t-shirt to hang her little body on hook behind the door. Jade’s mother stated that she was unable to protect little Jade as her boyfriend had repeatedly kicked her in the stomach.

After the violence stopped, the perpetrator bathed Jade and reconciled with her mother.

The following day, Jade’s mother left her in the care of the perpetrator and when she returned home, Jade was once again in the bath with fresh bruises covering her tiny body. Jade was not walking properly and her mother noticed that there was sand in her ears. The perpetrator said that Jade had fell in the backyard. Jade’s mother called the police and Jade was brought into the Hospital. Doctors at the Red Cross War Memorial Children’s Hospital found evidence of physical and sexual abuse.

Jade been removed from the care of both her biological parents and the perpetrator and put in a place of safety.

* YOU DO NOT NEED TO KNOW HER NAME TO KNOW THAT SHE DESERVED A CHILDHOOD

Red Cross 16 Days of Activism Story Five | Iman

7-year-old Iman* was outside her home, doing what children do best: playing. After a short while of hearing nothing from her, her parents realised that she was missing, Iman had been kidnapped. A search ensued. A member of the community noted that she had seen little Iman walking away from her home with a man. The two had walked in the direction of the nearby grave yard.

Iman’s parents, along with community members rushed to the graveyard. Iman was found but it was clear that she had been raped.

Iman was brought to the Trauma Unit at the Red Cross War Memorial Children’s Hospital and the child protection office was called. After hours and hours of therapy, Iman was finally able to identify perpetrator.

Police arrested the man and after criminal court proceedings he was found guilty and sentenced to 18 years imprisonment.

Once the child protection investigations were complete, Iman was put back into the care of her parents. She continues to experience severe Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. The psychological scars from this sexual assault continue to affect her behaviour and schooling three years later.

* YOU DO NOT NEED TO KNOW HER NAME TO KNOW THAT SHE DESERVED A CHILDHOOD

Why I Use EarthSap & Why You Should Too

For awhile now, I have been using a brand called EarthSap. It is a brand and product that I stand firmly behind because of the smell and the “stay”

What I mean by the “stay” is that alot of the products one uses now adays, their smell or stay of smell does not last very long and when you’re done uses the product as intended, it does not bode very well in the long run.

What do I love about EarthSap products?

  • They are Natural
  • They are Vegan
  • They are Proudly South African (I 100% back Proudly SA brands)
  • They are Not Tested On Animals (hurray for cruelty free!)
  • They do not use dyes , synthetic fragrances or SLES/SSL
  • They do not contain Artificial preservatives, phosphates ,petrochemicals , chlorine or bleach
  • They are 100% biodegradable

I have been using their body wash whilst showering and I am inlove with the smell and how long it’s kept me. It’s been under 2 months now and my bottle is still 3 quarters full #amazing

The other product that I am using is their laundry powder and at first I was skeptical because how was this environmentally friendly product suppose to keep my clothes clean and make me happy? Well, hot damn, it did!

Next time you do a load of laundry, smell your clothing and I can guarantee you, it will smell like nothing! With EarthSap, your clothing comes out smelling like a babies fart; if baby fart smelt like flowers and happiness.

The last product of the expansive range that I had the privilege of trying out was the concentrated cleaner. Not going to lie, thought it was sort of like a Handy Andy; kinda disappointed when I squirted it out and it was more of a clear liquid. And then my disappointment slowly creeped back in because it is FUCKING AMAZIN! I’m not sure if you of you know but I have the most disgusting black ring around the bath. EarthSap Concentrated Cleaner did not take the black ring of death away, but it has slowly but surely helped it turn into a lighter grey ring of almost there sunshine.

All EarthSap products can be bought online at these retailers

Wellnesss Warehouse

Faithful to Nature

Essentially Natural

Organic Choice

Organica

 

Red Cross 16 Days of Activism Story Four | Funeka

Funeka* and Vuyo* were brought into the Trauma Unit at the Red Cross War Memorial Children’s Hospital by a family member. Overcome with a desperate need to end a vicious cycle of physical abuse, this family member disclosed a horrifying history of extreme physical, emotional and verbal abuse. Abuse suffered at the hands of their mother.

A physical examination of the siblings revealed no signs of recent abuse, but it was clear that both children were grappling with extreme Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder.  14-year-old Funeka expressed feelings of deep loneliness and said she felt that there was no one that truly cared for her. 7-year-old Vuyo was emotionally withdrawn, hyper-vigilant and suffered from restless and broken sleep.

A police case has been opened and the family member who brought the sibling to the Hospital has made a statement. She described feeling incredibly angry and helpless but was desperate to help these two children get back to a place where they felt safe and loved.

In addition to continued therapy, a community-based social worker has also been tasked with investigating the care options for the children in the future. For now, they remain in this family members care.

* YOU DO NOT NEED TO KNOW THEIR NAMES TO KNOW THAT SHE DESERVED A CHILDHOOD

Red Cross 16 Days of Activism Story Three | Caitlyn

Caitlyn* is a 4-month-old baby girl. While most children her age are cuddled close to their mother’s chests in a solid bubble of love, Caitlyn’s reality is violently different.

Caitlyn was admitted to the Trauma Unit at the Red Cross War Memorial Children’s Hospital after she was raped by an adult male who was known to her family. Caitlyn’s case was sent to the child protection office and an investigation began.

Caitlyn’s parents revealed that they were sleeping their home – a wendy house – when a man known to the family, climbed through the window and abducted Caitlyn and another 6-year-old boy that was also asleep in the room at the time. The adult male raped both Caitlyn and the 6-year-old boy he had kidnapped with Caitlyn.

A police case was opened and the perpetrator was arrested. After criminal court proceedings, he was found guilty and sentenced to 20 years imprisonment. Caitlyn was removed from her parents care and put in a place of safety. Caitlyn’s parents were under the influence of alcohol at the time of her abduction. After just 4 short months in this world, she has had to face more violence than most of us face in a lifetime.

* YOU DO NOT NEED TO KNOW HER NAME TO KNOW THAT SHE DESERVED A CHILDHOOD

Red Cross 16 Days of Activism Story Two | Akhona

Akhona* was admitted to Red Cross War Memorial Children’s Hospital after she was raped by her uncle.

Akhona’s mother had left her in the care of her uncle, trusting that as a family member, he would have her best interests at heart. Sadly, this was not the case. After the child protection office at the Hospital got involved, an investigation started and a police case was opened.

The uncle was arrested and confessed to the crime. He has since been sentenced to 20 years imprisonment.

Akhona was discharged back into her mother’s care and continues to experience severe Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder including inappropriate sexual behaviour. Akhona’s mother has slipped into a manic-depressive state. After Akhona’s rape she attempted to commit suicide. Through hours of therapy it was revealed that she too is a rape survivor, having lived through chronic sexual abuse at the hands of her grandfather 25 years ago.

Akhona’s story is an example of how pervasive sexual violence in our society can be.

* YOU DO NOT NEED TO KNOW HER NAME TO KNOW THAT SHE DESERVED A CHILDHOOD

 

 

Red Cross 16 Days of Activism Story One | Alexander

 

A 10 year old boy was admitted to the hospital with skull fractures and bleeding on the brain after were referred for counselling. The patient was discharged back into the care of the mother after the child protection investigation was concluded. The father was granted bail even though the social worker he disclosed being physically assaulted by his father. After a social work investigation, a long standing history of domestic violence was reported.

The mother attempted on multiple times to leave the abusive relationship but always returned after the father apologised. A police case was opened the father was arrested. Mother and the children wrote to court to oppose bail. The mother works to support her children. The father has been given specific bail conditions to stay away from the family home and from his wife and children.

The mother and children are very fearful. The social workers provide monitoring but have limited resources.

* YOU DO NOT NEED TO KNOW HER NAME TO KNOW THAT SHE DESERVED A CHILDHOOD