A reflective anaglogue as we commemorate June 16

The Youth of my Land – The Pride of my Nation – South Africa’s Future

Who are we?

We are the generation of the twentieth century, the cadre qualified to continue the struggle to ultimate economic emancipation.

We are the kwaito kings; with our music we touch the hearts of the world yet have the power and obligation to preach the word of peace and pride in who we are

We are the masters of the “Spoken Word”, as we speak only the truth of our past, present and aspirations for the future

We are the regime to lead Africa to its heights, as we are the movers of the African Renaissance

We are the educated beings who strive to educate for life

We are they, who have realized that UBUNTU is not a myth but a weapon to a life of bliss, forgiveness and wisdom

We are energetic, bubbly and up for new challenges

We see no problems only, challenges to be resolved

We’ve realized that satisfaction lies in our efforts so we put our effort forth and ripe full victories

We are the seeds of mother Africa, the divinity of the Rain Queen, the stars in the skies as we provide direction for our nations and continent

Yes, we are the stiletto, suit-wearing regime; we pride ourselves of our creations and proudly South African products

From idakhi we create garments, from seeds and beads jewellery.

We are bricklayers, architectures, lawyers and doctors

We are the nations engine

We are the sons and daughter of Bhele and Maradebe, Ndlovu and Gcilishane, Mthimkhuu and Rudulu

We are the friends of Nasati, Thembile, Gcinumzi and Samora

We are future leaders of our land, future parents to unborn children

In the near future we will be the governors, the priests, the managing directors

BUT…

We are lost and confused, scared and ignorant.

We are wise yet stupid as we continue to have unprotected sex

We are creative yet insultive as we search the world for fabric we manufacture ourselves

We are filled with remorse and hatred as we count the evils meted on us by the enemy

We are proud yet neglect and cry foul to our own customs and traditions

We curse the womb of she who gave us life and lay our seeds everywhere to create more bustard children

We are selfish and lazy, as we would rather kill our flash and blood to get a fix than work

We are self made drug lords and drug users

We enjoy danger and love cruelty

We infest our streets with prostitution, drugs and guns

We are murderers; weapons of destruction have become our way of life

We are false as we pretend to be good as we march like blind soldiers to church on Sunday, yet stick needles in our veins on Monday

We are amazing as we have become pathological lies, and have forgotten what the truth is

We have lost all of our senses, we smell only fresh blood, strive to feel the smooth texture of hard cash, see only evil, taste only the sour savor taste of jail, and hear only what will make us rich

We are criminals who strive to be jailbirds than hard workers

We are sick, as we claim to be the victims of circumstances, which we perpetuate

We are materialistic; we enjoy looking good at the expense of starving to death

Our generation needs to catch a wake up before it is too late and the walls start closing in on us.

Let us begin to define who we are as the status quo is only but a free ticket to doom.