4 All Old Folks around the Globe a short interlude as Part 7 about pumpkins, yams, soil potatoes and corn on the cob before Part 8 and what will follow on that.

Sunday, 06 May 2018

I can, and I am sure there are still many other Golden Oldies who remember when we planted and harvested our own food in the backyard.

We had yams year round; the pumpkins were left until the plants were all dead and gone and then we stored the pumpkins on the corrugated iron sheet roof or under the back awnings [pumpkin pie and sweet pumpkin year round, better food than in any Trump Castle or Tower] when the onions were left in the soil until the plants dried out and then hung up under the awning; how good was the corn, eaten raw straight from the stalk when young; enough to get dry to be stored with the onions and the pumpkin under the awning; so hard by then outside that you had to open them with the large meat cleaver, then boil them till soft before Mom would add the dark brown sugar by the cup full.  Oh, I can go on and on.

We never used fertilizers in the garden; all fruit and veggie roots and peels, dry leaves, weeds, and chicken and cow manure did that.  I don’t use any worm or insect sprays in my place or in my outside soil; when I asked my wife to leave my house I chucked all insecticides and sprays out with her.  Yes, I swat flies and mosquitoes inside my dwelling [and I am deadly with a swatter] but I don’t kill them outside the house, nor any garden worms, flies or garden ants outside; some little worms like my sweet potatoes [yams as some call them] but I don’t kill the little worm.  I cut the piece out where he sits and put the piece with the worm back into the soil.

You know what this World will be without worms and cockroaches?  You know what will happen to you without them?  What?  You wanna tell me you don’t like them?  I don’t understand you because they keep my place clean and don’t charge me one penny for doing it for me.

They are the creatures of God in whom I trust.  I am 78 years old any day now; no aches or pains, just the darn eye and that is why I cancelled my Hospital Plan after an ophthalmologist messed up the one because I allowed him to do it because the Hospital Plan paid him to do it.

I believe very little about modern Science; very, very little indeed and I don’t care whether you agree or not.  In God I trust and will do so until I die.

It’s getting later and it is now Sunday night.  The Lord is resting and I am going to bed now; tomorrow is the eighth day and we must get on with that in Part 8.

ke Jakson

In Americus GA saka Americoon

4 All Old Folks around the Globe Part 6 on Africa Then and Now

This is just an Interlude; read Parts One to 5 before you continue with this one.

The World is an old Place; very little is known about the origins and when it came about and I am not going to go into that.  Modern Science and Archaeology are mere speculation about the matter.

All that is documented is from Israel and Egypt; somehow they seem to have been there first and strong bonds still exist between the two countries.

That enables me to draw some sort of a distinction between the Continents of Africa and Europe, but [and a large But, that is], Egypt is there right at the top of the eastern side of Africa and Israel is smack in the middle of what was once referred to as Arabia.  Nobody knows about Russia or China; the so-called West never bothered to find out and these two giants were not ever in the past in the habit of parading around the Globe to announce their virtues.

To me sufficient evidence exist with substantial evidence that the first civilization came about in these four Countries; then Greece followed with the first and to me still the finest, “schools” of philosophy.

Italy remains a mystery; whatever and how they managed to grab control of early Christianity and keep it in Rome remains a mystery.  After all is said and done Italy like all other European countries were inhabited by wandering tribes that kept on the move to whichever place provided shelter and food; when the latter was depleted the migrants moved on, as indeed was the case around the Globe for all we know.

Just one thing remains for this Part.  Somehow the old Italian Monks started making the finest dry White wines in the World; try Est. Est. if you don’t want to take my word for it; on the other hand Portugal found the way to make the best “green wines” from “green grapes” ever and nobody has ever come close to copy their Casal Garcia and Aveleda de Blanca.  Chilli in South America makes some fine ones but the Porra has the secret to it.  I do believe it is because they still in this age chuck the grapes in the old foot vats and the entire family takes part in the ritual; maybe I shall move to Portugal one day.

England at that time; the noble Knights of the Round Table; nobility of any kind?  My foot; they were a barbaric bunch until barely 100 years ago today.  It came as no surprise to me when Old Jomo started ridding Kenya of the curse in 1960.

Part 7 to follow soon; the Continent of Africa deserves a special Part to do it justice.

Ike Jakson

In Americus GA saka Americoon

 

4 All Old Folks around the Globe Part 5 on the Dawn of the Day that we call Today in the year of 2018

Monday, April 30, 2018

I do try to avoid discussion of religion[s] in my work to avoid the accusations and arguments that go with it.  People must in my view respect the religion or the Faith of their neighbors [in this sense the entire World is one neighborhood] if they want the respect of the neighbor for their Faith.  Period.

Let me complete that [what I have said before] to me:

Creator=God=Allah=Yahweh=Jehovah=Allah=God=Creator.

Anyone may add other names [depending only upon where each one was born and grew up.

I demand respect for the religion of my neighbor and if that is not there I walk away from the discussion.  Period.

I therefore ask my Readers to allow me to use the Biblical reference to the Creation just this once.  In the World of this night of Sunday April 29^th in the year of 2018 according to the Gregorian calendar our Creator is resting.  In the morning We the People will wake up to the eighth Day; we will have to decide what to do about it.

The way I see it [as in Parts One to Part 4 of this series] we need to refer to just a few events of late afternoon and evening of the 7^th day.

In 1793/94 the French cut the heads off the Aristocrats and freed the people; the free French joined up with the American Colonists in 1812 to kick England in the ass and that helped to destroy England’s chances of Ruling the Waves forever, so they went on to conquer Africa.  Following that America fought a brutal “War of the States” [don’t you dare going around America of today and call it The Civil War; you are likely to be punched on the nose by many] and in the period that followed the American Colonists invaded the lands previously inhabited by independent peoples of many other natural pursuations; that set England free to conquer Southern Africa where they did the same thing as the American Colonists were doing in their parts of the World.

I shall come to War and Wars in Part 6; suffices for this Part to sum it up with.  The Spaniard had ended his invasion of the World; Portugal had their small pieces; the French had Canada and decided that was enough; in Africa the Netherlanders moved North while the American Colonists went on their “Manifest Destiny” to rule from the Atlantic to the Pacific [Lordy, Lordy, late afternoon on the 7^th Day they would help the Dutch invaders [by now starting to call themselves Afrikaners which was a handy word to use instead of the English word African, which of course, they were not, but anyway, doing what the American Colonists were doing in America, which happened to be the same that England [having lost their Rule of the Waves, were doing in the lower central Parts of Africa] namely to invade and grab the lands of the people who just happened to have been born there.

America had decided to aid the “Afrikaners” for a short while purely because of the American dislike for Cuba but when Americans discovered the fine cigars that the Cubans were making they dumped the Afrikaner in Angola [at that time still run by Portugal].

Then, all of a sudden Americans, English, French [only half of the latter] realized Germany was becoming a threat and we had World War One.

That brings us to the World almost exactly 100 years ago late afternoon on the 7^th day.

Part 6 will deal with the evening shadows and my hopes for the eighth day.

Ike Jakson

In Americus GA saka Americoon

4 All Old Folks around the Globe

Now watch me soon; one of these days I am going to publish a Post in the language of Afrikaans, which is derived from Dutch, or Netherlands as it is more often referred to by one Geert Wilders [a fiery politician as never before he arrived in that Old Land] from where we hail from and occupied the land that is now called South Africa.

When we arrived here England wanted to grab it too, and soon did but the Dutch fought back like tigers in a cage; some Frenchies arrived, some Germans too and soon after a fair bunch of Portuguese; for some or other reason Spain stayed out of here, or perhaps they were already to busy in the New America, and that gave you guys out there your Mexico, and of course, your Cuba.  Portugal invaded South America and gave you Brasilia.

It is one helluva story.

Eventually the Brits prevailed after some crazy fellow discovered diamonds in a place called Kimberly and soon another crazy buggar picked up a rock in a place that is now called Johannesburg and found the darn rock was solid gold.  Of course he then started digging into the ground and realised that the entire reef he was walking on was almost solid gold.

That was too much for the Brits; they had established their ruling in the Cape and later on in Natal [where they had first shot the hell out of the Zulu Nation] and now descended on the remaining porion of the land called South Africa and took it by brutal force.  Some idiot remembered William Tecumseh Sherman and his march to the sea in America and did same out here; following Sherman’s rule of leaving “a scorched earth” policy’ women and children were put behind barbed wire fences to care for themselves with whatever they had; all able bodied men were rounded up and those who did not want to stop fighting were packed off and shipped out to a place Brittain called Ceylon [where they had previously done the same, and where all the “prisoners” from South Africa were dumped to care for themselves.  Oh yes, almost forgot, Ceylon was the name the Brits gave to what is today Sri Lanka during the time they invaded India.

Our Dad [see my Post about my Brother Dirkie] was 5 years old at the time of the annexation of the gold reef up in the Transvaal Province of South Africa but he was living the life of a young boy, the son of an itinerant farm hand and general labourer on dry land some awesome 140 miles north of Cape Town

That is not the lowest point of Africa BTW.

The lowest point on the African continent is at L’Ugulhas:

Latitude/longitude:34°49′20″S20°01′02″E
Decimal coordinates:-34.8223 20.0173

As a bit of mirth for those who understand Dutch, the name of L’Agulhas is a difficult word for us and we just call it Ugallas because at low tide the water on the beach comes up to your ankles before it goes higher up as the tide come in but you retreat before it reaches above the knees and you will be washed out to the seas when it reaches your ……where the sharks will eat and feast of your …….

Anyway, of those who came most merged with others except for the British; they, the British, came to conquer and grab the land.  The Dutch merely wanted to use what is now Cape Town [then called The Tavern of the Seas] as a half way station to take in fresh food, water and repair damages to the leaking wooden tubs that they called ships in those days; the French came to plant grapes to make some good wines; some Germans came as artisans and stayed behind.

It is a long story with many versions of truth and lies nut one fact stands out.  The Englishman came to conquer and to rule whereas the others just stayed because there was space and good land.

You must remember that England was England at the time.  Scotland ad Ireland were independent monarchies and both would not have felt sorry for England if old Guy Fawkes had succeeded to blow up the England parliament in 1606.  Some McGregor’s and MacDonald’s made good husbands and wives for the Dutch [at that time called Netherlanders or Hollanders] in need of spouses.  They were more amicable than the English and with Dutch majority [apart from the English majority of the Ruling class who would remain England pretty soon started an Africanised version of Dutch with their exposure to the African Sun and the original tribal groups of the Aboriginals of the regions north of the Tavern and eventually east in what is today called Kwa-Zulu Natal, but that name came much later.

England was pretty much dominant in the now called Cape Town area and finally ended all Dutch dreams of resurrection of some Dutch influence early in the 1800 hundreds.

Shucks Folks, I have just realized the Ole Jan van Riebeeck stepped ashore in Table Bay on this day in 1652 and he story is much too long to complete in one Post.

See you all soon with Part Two.

Ike Jakson

In Americus GA saka Americoon

Evolution and Demise of the Manifest Destiny of Mankind Part One

Our family often visited the World famous Kruger National Park when our children were young.  The Kruger haven is or largest natural game reserve situated in what was then called the Eastern Transvaal region of South Africa of the day; millions of the rich in the World crowd the reserve today.  It has become the refuge of the rich and famous; all kinds of celebrities of dubious honor come in large groups and the old days when it was a weekend away for ordinary citizens have long gone.

Let me cut this story short.

I enjoyed visiting Pretoriuskop Camp in the southwest corner of the Park; always booked a cottage at the end of the northeast section close to the natural pool and from our front porch I looked out over maybe 60 by 80 meters of open space towards the surrounding fence [erected around all camps to keep the large animals of prey out] from where I could watch the monkeys climbing over the strong wire fence late afternoon to settle in a massively large wild fig tree for the night.  There would be half an hour of loud discussions [never any fight or injured monkey] as each one would find his reserved space according to what was obviously a rigid pecking order system obeyed by every single member of the clan.  Early next morning they would come down out of the tree, climb out over the fence and go about their business of looking for food for the day.  It was obvious from the orderly discussions before they all left that each of them had his role cut out for the day.  I never in many years saw any fights, friction or any signs of havoc in the World of the Kruger Park Monkey species.

I also never saw one rich or one poor monkey; none wore rings or mink coats; never saw one neglected young kiddy monkey or a poor one begging for food.

We were there last time in 1977 and my readers will all remember that we did not have fax machines or cellular phones at that time.  Computers were large big blue machines; input was all on punched cards; output had reached the tape deck stage and reams of paper; desktop computers did not exist as yet and there was no Internet.  The monkey species had reached their peak and they would continue to prosper but would do so within a strict order of discipline and duty.

Let me give you an example.

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Just decided to end Part One here to give you all enough time to work out what you may expect in Part Two.  ‘Nuff said if I tell you all that you will be shocked right down into your boots, or your little toes if you are not wearing boots at the time when you read Part Two.

The series will run concurrently in WordPress and Facebook.

Ike Jakson

In Americus GA saka Americoon

Going Blind Getting Old Going Home and getting ready to leave

This has been in my mind for some time now and when I turned the computer on I noticed that the clock had just clicked over into the new day in our part of the Globe.

I don’t at this stage know how it is going to end but that is of no concern to me; it is something that I have to work out for myself as I go along.

Of course, it was triggered by my Post immediately before this one but I did not have this in mind when I did the first one.  Either way, this may become my swansong or it may not.

I have had this in mind with many headings for it; picked the one I am using on the spur of the moment because there is a link somewhere.  It does not matter really, not this time anyway.

Why I do it needs a few words.  Maybe it is for my children; maybe it is for my family; some of it is certainly for my friends, but none of it is a cry for help, a scream of anguish or just empty words.  Maybe it is all of that in parts; it is of no concern to me what or how “the World” will interpret it but my intentions are certainly in part some sort of a desire to tell the world what I stand for.

It is not a perfect World we live in at this time; there was a time when it was almost perfect but then We the People of the World screwed it up.  Now I have it; something tells me that is the point that has been nagging me into this direction.

The World, or the Globe as we sometimes call Earth, was made to perfection by the Grace of God the Creator of all Life.  Let me re-state and add one word to my previous definition; it is my firm belief and I will never change on that:

 God=Creator=Allah=Jaweh=Jehovah=Creator=God.

People who know me will notice that I do not participate in discussions on this point.  I respect all the Great Religions of the World and there is no place in my Home for anyone that does not adhere to that principle.  I fail to understand how someone that does not respect the Religion of another one can expect that one to respect the prejudice of the first one.

On the Earth?

Man and Life of flesh and blood as we know it are Earthbound; the seas and the rivers are for fish and other water creatures; space is for birdlife and millions of other little creations that are there to contribute to life on earth but otherwise space is there to give us space to breath and to replenish life as we consume it.  The Moon and Mars, to mention these two because it is in the News Media, are not the terrain of Mankind; we don’t belong there; we have no business to be there and we won’t get anywhere near to ever living there.  Life as we know it is Earthbound.  Period!

Race and skin color as so often in the Media must be mentioned.  To me these two concepts are not even remotely connected; to equate the two concepts is fallacy and distortion of the facts.

Skin color is no indication of good or bad; it was part of the Creation and that is all that needs to be said about it.  Skin color does not make you good or bad, inferior or superior, or equal to any other skin color.  I reject the notion that it does and I have lived my life on that principle.

Race to me refers to what you may loosely call nationhood, and that in turn will take you to customs in Race and Nations.

Customs may be good or bad; we have both of them in the World and that is what divides us for very logical reasons but we must tread with care not to confuse good or bad customs with skin color and race.

Good customs can make strong Nations and Races; in this Russia and China are the best examples of this day and age.  Americans are not a Race or a Nation neither is Africa nor any of the islands scattered around the oceans.  They are at best the product of migration through the centuries of time.

Migration is not a new thing; neither is tribal movement.  These two aspects have developed since Mankind was created and will continue as long as we remain, or until we destroy ourselves.  The latter is however, most unlikely; that we shall have to curb population growth is a hard fact that will have to be faced pretty soon [and it is good to see some efforts in that direction] or Nature will do it for us by means of food shortages, plagues or afflictions that will reduce our numbers.

War may help to diminish over population; in fact a good size War may be a good idea right now but the wrong people will die.  I don’t see War as the solution.

So we come to generations.  In human terms one generation roughly translates into 25 years, or four generations in every one hundred years.  New generations produce more migration and changes in cultures of nations and races [the latter distinctly the opposite of races by skin color] and this may increase the possibility of War …..

That gets me back to where I started and it is now 1:36 AM on this new day.

Maybe a good size revolution, make that plural for the world round, will be the initial answer to curb the excesses of the rich and the privileged that are only interested in getting richer, for whatever reason I have never been able to understand.

The French Revolution was a good thing in more ways than one.  Signs from America and Africa signal the possibility of such action and it may become impossible to stop it; it surely will reduce the influence of the “undesirable” in Politics and control of the Money supply in goods and services.

My oh my, here I almost forgot about the reason for this Post.  I am now just into my fourth generation [at 77 soon to be] and can’t have much time left.  All the Great Books of all the Great Religions more or less concur on the lifespan of three score plus ten, and I am now in three score plus 17 well over the period of grace.

But I just recently managed to prevail over an adult life long affliction of the mindset that I was born with.  I have a fight on with two bastards that asked for it and I am going to let them have it before I pack up to go home to Centurion, to be followed or preceded by going Home to the place across the river, or the sky as you may prefer, to join my parents and my two beloved brothers.  I am hoping for the first one because that is the only one I can influence.

This Post is dedicated to Iowa Jim and Jay from NC USA.  Thank you guys.

Ike Jakson

saka Americoon in Americus GA

Merry Christmas 2016

Just 7 Suns from today will get us to Xmas morning 2016 and I shall start early this year because it will be my seventh one of Grace.  I hope for many more and my personal medical attendant says he cannot find any reason why I should not reach the ton; on my side I don’t want to rob anyone else going for it and thus as a human who has had his fair share:

Merry Christmas to all of you who contributed to another one for me and my cousin and Uncle Oom Wennie in my absence from Facebook.

Thank you Folks.  We have family in Oz, Paraguay, Netherlands, Ye olde country England, and quite a number with Uncle Sam.  Thank you all.

Let us remember the good things and the Blessings of our Lord God and Creator during 2016.

The year 2017 will be another year to deal with; for now it can wait.  I love you and yours for 2016.  Enjoy.

Merry Christmas 2016.

The Jury Verdict on Nelson Mandela has just been announced in South Africa.

Well Guys, we all know the verdict on the Media by now; we don’t count in their eyes no matter what and I don’t see any possibility for change except to curtail or even eliminate Freedom of the Media drastically.  The original concept of Freedom of the Press, and that’s all, may do it but I am afraid the damage has been done.

When I mooted the Media Test for all of you on December 1^st in Facebook and suggested 8 days I knew the results that I expected.  The extra day since then merely confirmed the Result.

On February 10^th in the year 1990 a man walked from prison after 27 years, illegally and disgracefully detained according to the Media; some reported it as illegal incarceration of an innocent man.

He died three years ago on December 5^th 2016.   I watched a substantial part of the Media from December 1^st until yesterday.  It is almost another 27 years sine 1990 and, surely I thought, a few people would remember him.

Nobody did; the Ego died.  I did not see anyone referring to the hoopla of 1990 or his demise into obscurity over the past three years; so much for Media Power?  The Jury Verdict sums it up so well in utter silence:  He was yesterday’s Icon and Hero; may he rest in his own place of Destiny wherever that may be.

Let us carry on with our Lives.

 

In Americus GA saka Americoon

ikejakson@gmail.com

Aristotle Socrates Onassis of Greece

Can anyone be more Greek than the names in the Headline?

If you have not read Greek Philosophy in the past read this now that Greece is in the news every day.

The great man once [it was close on fifty years ago] took delivery of three new oil tankers in one transaction with a consortium of banks and an ignoramus of a Western News rag asked him about the cost.

“And why three tankers at the same time,” he asked Onassis, adding “that must have cost you quite a penny.”

“Young man,” said Onassis, “let me explain to you how money works at the banks.”

“The banks, Sir, Mister Onassis,” the young reporter asked.

“Yes, young man,” said Onassis,” I don’t own the new vessels yet. The banks advanced me the money to buy them and I must now make sure that they earn the money for me to pay the banks.”

“But what happens if you can’t pay the money?”

“Let me explain, young man,” said Onassis, “when I asked the bank for 100 million [that was the cost of one tanker at the time] they offered me 300 million so I can buy three tankers. I accepted their offer; the attorneys completed the forms and the banks and I signed, and you have now seen my three new tankers.”

“But Sir, Mister Onassis, what happens if you can’t pay the money back?”

“Young man,” said Onassis, “I can now see why you are only a small reporter for a small Ragazine. Allow me asking you a question?”

That pleased the young reporter. “Sure Sir, fire ahead.”

“OK,” the wise old guy said, “tell me what will happen if you owe the bank 1 000 and you can’t repay it?”

“I shall be in trouble, Sir.”

And if you owe the bank 3 000 and can’t pay?”

“I shall be in big trouble, Sir, Mister Onassis. But I don’t understand your line of questioning. I can’t even buy a small boat with a mini engine for 1 000.”

”Son,’ Onassis said, “that I can understand but you have to understand banks and big money. What do you think will happen if I bought only one tanker for 100 million and can’t pay?”

“I guess you will be in trouble, beg your pardon for saying so, Sir.”

“No, young man, that’s not how banks work. I shall explain it to you in short. If I owed them 100 million for one tanker and can’t pay they will be in trouble. With 300 million on three tankers if I can’t pay they will be in big trouble. That’s also the reason I borrow the money from a consortium of foreign banks for the safety of Greece. They are literally willing to throw us as much money as we ask for.

This comes to you with compliments and acknowledgement for the story to Readers Digest.

In the EU at this time Frau Merkel is in big trouble.

 Ike Jakson

In Americus GA saka Americoon

ikejakson@gmail.com

 

Van Riebeeck Day April 6th 2015

I am saying this in humble recognition of the memories of our Founding Fathers. Today used to be called Founders Day until 1993. They took the date away but they cannot erase our memories, no more than anyone can erase the truth. We will honor their memories today; it is not a challenge or a threat to anyone; today 363 years ago our forefathers planted our Flag in the soil of the Country of my birth.

In a speech in Cape Town on Friday evening the 9th of January 2015, President Jacob Zuma made the following statement:

“Jan van Riebeeck’s arrival in Cape Town was the beginning of all South Africa’s problems.”

Our country listened in silence but this email reached me all the way from Bangkok Thailand. I am publishing it verbatim, no editing and leaving it as it was done, in South African English. It is his reaction to Zuma’s speech:

“Never in the history of the world have I heard a Head of State so clearly saying to a part of the population of his country: You are a problem. You are not wanted here. Apart maybe from Adolf Hitler to the Jews of Germany. We take note, mr Zuma. We’ll get back to this.

You see, president Zuma, we have known for a long time that you are not a very clever man (how’s that for an understatement?!), but to show such clear evidence of your lack of understanding even the most basic knowledge of our history is a blemish on this country.

 1) Jan van Riebeeck did not arrive in Cape Town. There was no Cape Town, there was no road, harbour, Castle of Good Hope, Parliament building, airport, Nkandla or KFC in sight. There was no infrastructure, there was no democracy or election. In fact, there wasn’t even a black man in sight. The southern tip of Africa looked pretty much as it did on the day of creation, because the few scattered groups of Khoisan people lived off the land and slept in minute little huts of reed which they would roll up and carry about on their backs when they moved on.

In fact, mr Zuma, everything that you set your eyes on, was created by that civilization which Jan van Riebeeck and the descendants of his people brought to this country. Of course, if you wish the country to return to the state of living in little huts of mud, wearing animal skins, not being able to read or write or in fact not even having had the capability of inventing the wheel, by all means – crawl back into your hut. But I’ll be damned if the civilized white, coloured and Indian population will follow you into that state. You belong in a hut, not me.

2) As applies to where the problem started: The problem started when the weaker and more cowardly African tribes starting running for their lives in the region around the great lakes of Malawi and fled southwards ahead of the Berbers.

As far as they went they murdered and raped and pillaged and stole the land from the rightful owners, the Khoi people. They met the white man around 1718 in the Eastern Cape. Those were your ancestors, mr Zuma,.

And the problem started when your ANC decided it wanted to adopt Western concepts like democracy, government, multiculturalism. Unfortunately the African incapability of understanding abstract thought and hypothetical reasoning makes it irreconcilable, so you decided to imitate.

Mr Zuma, a palace bigger than that of the former Czar of Russia, a fleet of BMW’s, the vote of the majority of non-reasoning people and a KFC meal and a Samsung with enough airtime is not sufficient. The world has recognized you for what you are: YOU are the problem!

3) Zuma ended off his speech with another statement: “We, the black nation, are crying for our land which was taken by the white people.” Kissing up to Julius Malema now or what? WHAT land? Where is your deed an poll?

What evidence do you have? What do you call the vast pieces of land called the Ingonyama Trust and the Royal Bafokeng Trust apart from “our land” for the black man then? No mr Zuma, you might as well stop your act.

We will resist you stealing OUR land, be prepared for that. One thing you have to understand, and there will be no negotiation on that: White South Africa built this country to what it is, we’ll see you in hell before we leave it to your mercy.

You labour under the misunderstanding that we are going to hand it all to you on a silver platter because we feel guilty. Don’t. You are wrong again.

You see, the one thing that you keep trying (and like a fool doesn’t realize that it is not working) is to blame “apartheid” and the injustices of the past and then offering the white man your forgiveness. And you think that, combined with the brand of “racist” will shame us.

You’ve missed the bus, mr Zuma. Black majority government in this country is shameful failure and your forgiveness means nothing to us. Keep it. We have no use for it, we are not interested in it. So carry on living in your ignorant little bubble of stupidity – the age of ethnic nationalism has dawned in the rest of the world and it will reach South Africa also. And you will have to bow your head and stand ashamed before history for having had all the opportunities imaginable and making one big, and gruesome bloody genocidal mess of it.”

You, World out there, be the judge, but do consider this before you judge; it is a strange twist but you should take note:

http://www.news24.com/SouthAfrica/News/Zumas-son-wont-apologise-20150403

Rest my case.

 ikejakson@gmail.com