GET A DAMN LAUGHTER IF YOU CAN

GET A DAMN LAUGHTER IF YOU CAN

SISTER ALICE GO HOME THIS TIME AROUND

  Alice Walker is one of the most erudite and celebrated writers out of the African Diaspora but that does not give her licence at all, to come out here and give us some moral lessons that are fit only for some African-India-Puritan-American kindergartens.

 If the dear ebony queen did  not sincerely have anything for us, South Africans this time around for the Biko lecture; she should have asked some of our fire-eaters come lately like Julius Malema to step in and do some honour to that most acclaimed assignment.

 Rather than dabble herself in family and domestic matters of some of our sacred spaces.(Which is a very unAfrican thing to do)Is she so xenophobia drunk , that she dares to suggest the restoration of Mama Winnie to the throne next to our father, without giving us a clue as to what then happens to Mama Graca; or is she wanting to suggest what I call the Shembe option; that’s when the old Zulu prophet  remonstrated with God about the position  of his senior wife , at the stage when nosey missionaries began to mock him as a “polygamous” supposed man of God.

 Needless to say that Shembe went on, to not only find, but to buttress his position with an African solution. Now sister Alice you know so very well that you were succeeding the only other woman to deliver the Biko lecture in the person of none other than Mamphele Ramphele, Steve’s wife away from home, that the whole lot of African men including Martin Luther King jnr, Jesse Jackson Elijah Muhammad of the Nation of Islam and Nelson Mandela himself  had these partners away from the main home (Ndlunkulu).

 Having offered nothing concrete for both Winnie and Graca’s positions in your dissertation of most great proportions you leave me with no option but to conclude that you are driven by some myopic xenophobia.

This lecture should have been  otherwise  more appropriately tailored for some ANC Crèche; and for that matter, just about the ramifications of putting to the first citizen position ,such an expensive chief as Zuma to maintain; as for me in person it is no secret that  I had then voted Patricia de Lille a non-polyandrous woman (setlogolo sa Barulung) married to just one house-hubby.

Ironically just a few days after  your zealous post-colonial moral lesson, on the supposed still steeped in barbarism Africans in the motherland the press exposes the fact that the likes of you had forced people like Inkosi Mangusuthu Buthelezi underground, with their other and multiple true Zulu consorts, as they desperately sought to satisfy  their dualistic indigenous and western high-profile existences; under a highly bully western world dominance.

Now only after more than forty years of Buthelezi’s leadership of a Zulu people, do we get to know about the chief’s children sired in other seven homes away from the main home’

We should therefore instead of continuing to vilify Jacob Zuma for many an inkosikazi and a massive kraal of the Nxamalala kids,admit our arrogance against part of the Zulu culture that many Zulus cannot deny whether they be archbishops,political party leaders and now  a country ‘s President. So Msholozi’s guts to keep all his wives and children in one kraal and not away from the public glare should be lauded by all self-respecting Africans,than ganging up with western post-colonial moralists and denialists, to pretend that following one’s cultural norms is ridiculous.

Let many praises rise to high heavens for Msholozi to have dared all of you clowns, by continuing to lead the ANC and country while not  strenuously hiding  from the way of his father’s; from abhelungu and their slavish coconuts. Let the tradition of the great Prophet Isaiah Shembe prosper.

 So long.auntie  Alice until you find yourself the next lectureship in some Ventersdorp AWB Crèche.

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