WE FORGIVE

WE FORGIVE “Blacks are good at nothing else but making a noise, dancing, marrying many wives and indulging in sex,…" said PW in his Rubicon Speech You may ask yourself what father or role model makes such ridiculous statements we all know some niggers can’t dance to save their lives! The man was busy. His plans included setting the black man against his fellow man, developing slow-killing poisons and fertility destroyers Encouraging murders among Blacks. He said “blacks are not sensible human beings”, “whites are superior to blacks” ... and my best one was: “The black man is dying to bed the white woman.” Which white woman? What the melanin - deficient one forgot to add is that blacks are also brilliant at forgiving. Look at us. Flying the flag half mast for a man who plotted to kill black infants. We’ll forgive anything We forgive the boss who wishes he could beat us up because, unlike his wife, we can leave We forgive the occasional bad lay We forgive the Afrikaner women with big teased hair We forgive the black man who feels incomplete unless he is beating someone We forgive the gay man, his wife and child who all pretend it ain’t happening We forgive those who follow us around their stores as if we were thieves We forgive the drug dealer who deals in our schools We forgive the dirty old white man who whistles at us every time we enter a certain mall We forgive the hijacker We forgive the black racist cops who continue to arrest and ill-treat us Africans We forgive the promiscuous teenager who falls pregnant and expects to take a year off school while her parents fork out more cash. We forgive prostitutes for not forming a society that encourages the youth to use condoms. We remain focused Focused when our parents die of HIV, we carry on looking after the family even if we are studying Matric. And yes, yes, YES! we love sex, lots of it! We enjoy the fruits of our land, reap its rewards by drinking and eating even in mid-dance. All of it is locally produced, of course, as we are not the type who murder hundreds of indigenous people for their produce. But this does not mean we are weak. We love all the things that make us African. We love “the kaffir” hair of any infant, the smell of an old black woman smoking her pipe on the hills of some significant valley in the Eastern Cape, the clicks in our languages, the various shades of black ... The strength of a black man as his muscular body bends and lifts as he builds homes in George. We are not conquerors, nor are we weak, even though we may dance like apes making sounds you do not understand. This is who we are, Black or African. And we are still here, in this beautiful land… FORGIVING YOU