The Prodigal Sons

After 1994, we thougth we were emancipated. The reality is that we still have a long way to go.

The walk to freedom and emancipation continuous for some of us. Although exposed to an imaginary one. In 1994 is when the sun finally rose on our liberation. The years in the wildness finally ended. When we entered the gates of the promise land. The land of milk and honey; The one our forefathers only dreamt of.

Our memories are still polluted with the turmoil of Egypt. When we were enslaved by Pharaoh. When caspers and police vehicles were decorating our township streets.

When your views were rewarded with incarceration. When others were afforded a premature meeting with their maker. We are still treating the scars of this scourge. But, those days have long gone. Or has it? Is their equality in a rainbow, or is some colors just more equal then others? How would we know? We are just from Eldos.

Maybe Pharaoh was transformed. Blessed with an Egyptian tan. And to think he used to be white. Shame on you! Having to succumb to your imperious nature. The colors of our rainbow is fragmented. The unequal distribution of the milk and honey is evident. Is this rainbow but a myth, a farce, a deception? Colors can have detrimental consequences. It can propel or marginalize. Or is this a figment of our imagination? For minorities not. Are we ignorant of the lessons of the past? My Story, Your Story and His Story might just repeat itself. Minorities against majorities. The “Ou Kappie” of the nation. Exiled in the Cape flats. The CNC, persona non grata. Or will Pharaoh finally open his eyes? Because, some of us are still reeling at the gates of the promise land. Intoxicated by the aroma of liberation. Tenderpreneurism reserved for those of a special pigmentation. Job reservation, educational opportunities, part of the perks. How fortunate for some. For us, people of the doldrums, we have merely changed dancing partners. Let’s pray for the elimination of the demon of inferiority and discrimination. Lets inculcate a sense of pride and togetherness. From Mitchell Plain, Reigerpark, Westbury right back to Eldos, A luta continua.