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.


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.


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.


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