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									                                  BRAILLORAMA

                                      June 2009

                                   Volume 40 No. 6


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                                          Contents

ContentsThe ugly ducklings who stole the show

We breed these plagues on factory farms

Outcry as death knell for Nelspruit looms

Surf and strange Turf

A life quite badly Handeled

Can't talk now, doll – I'm on the phone

The root of the matter
                                   The ugly ducklings
                                   who stole the show

Sunday Times, April 12 2009
Ugly ducklings

Cat-loving spinster lauded as UK's next singing sensation TWO years ago it was Paul
Potts, the snaggle-toothed Welsh cellphone salesman, who was propelled to stardom by
the entertainment show Britain's Got Talent.

But the programme's producers believe that they have found an even more unlikely
global singing success among this year's contestants, in the form of a reclusive 48-year
old woman from a small Scottish village who lives alone with her cat, Pebbles.
Viewers of the first episode of the show's new series, which aired on British TV last
night, saw Susan Boyle impress the usually caustic Simon Cowell, one of the
programme's three judges, into silence.

In 2007 Potts became one of the world's most unexpected singing successes after winning
the show's £100 000 prize and the chance to perform for the queen at the Royal Variety
Performance.

As the shy Welshman took to the stage during auditions, Cowell and Piers Morgan, a
fellow judge, winced when he said he had come "to sing opera".

But after he began the first bars of Pucini's Nessun Dorma, their knowing smiles turned
to looks of disbelief. Since then Potts's album One Chance has sold more than four
million copies, and topped the charts in 14 countries.

The stage is set for Boyle, unemployed, from West Lothian, to follow the same path.
Viewers saw her initial awkwardness as she walked on stage after telling the show's hosts
Anthony McPartlin and Declan Donelly that she hoped to make the audience "rock". She
then perplexed the judges by gyrating her hips and saying she wanted to be as famous as
actress/singer Elaine Paige.

As soon as she began singing I Dream A Dream, from the musical Les Misérables,
however, everyone in the auditorium fell silent, before erupting into a standing ovation.
Morgan said: "Without doubt that was the biggest surprise I've had in three years of this
show. When you stood there with that cheeky grin everyone was laughing at you. No one
is laughing now. That was stunning. I'm reeling from shock."

Andrew Llinares, executive producer for TalkbackThames, the programme-maker, said:
"She was a complete revelation. Everyone was cynical about her. She's a woman who's
grown up in a tiny little village and has never got married.
"The expectation was that she wasn't going to be any good. But that's what's sensational
about the show. No one saw it coming."

Britain's Got Talent is one of the juggernauts of British TV, regularly attracting more
than 12 million viewers, and sometimes 14 million.



                                     We breed these
                                 plagues on factory farms

By BEN MACINTYRE
Sunday Times, May 3 2009

We breed plagues I ONCE worked on a chicken farm. Actually, "farm" is far too gentle a
word for the way these chickens were raised. This was the seventh circle of chicken hell,
a clucking, stinking, filthy production line with just one aim: to produce the maximum
quantity of edible meat, as fast and as cheaply as possible, regardless of quality, cruelty
or hygiene.

The creatures were raised in vast hangars, living on a diet of hormones, antibiotics and
cheap grain, thousands crushed together in their own dirt under artificial light, growing
from chick to slaughter size in a few grim weeks. The most accelerated life span is now
just 40 days.

That was on a kibbutz farm more than 20 years ago, in the middle of what we can now
see as a revolution in livestock production, when science, economics and human appetite
combined to forge intensive animal farming on an industrial and global scale.
Those mass-produced chickens died at a pitiful rate, from heart attacks and stress, their
bones often too weak to carry the weight of their artificially enlarged bodies.

One did not need to be a scientist to know that something very sick was being produced.
As swine flu spreads, and fear spreads faster, it is worth remembering that this, and other
animal-to-human viruses, are partly man-made, the outcome of our hunger for cheap
meat, the result of treating animals as if they were mere raw material to be exploited in
any way that increases output and profits.

There is a tendency to see a flu outbreak, like the plagues of old, as an unstoppable
natural event, a scourge visited from above. But there is nothing natural about this form
of disease: indeed, it stems from an abuse of nature.

Vast modern pig farms, like the huge poultry plants across the globe, are ideal incubators
of disease, and many scientists believe that viral mutation can be directly linked to
intensive modern agricultural techniques. With enfeebled animals packed into confined
spaces, pathogens spread easily, creating new and virulent strains that may be passed on
to humans. When dense populations of factory-farmed animals exist alongside crowded
human habitations, the potential for disaster is vastly greater.

The stress of such vile living conditions makes mass-produced animals more vulnerable
to contagion, while the concentration on a few, high-yield breeds has led to genetic
erosion and weakened immunity.

Six years ago, virologists warned that swine flu was on "an evolutionary fast track". A
US public health report last year pointed to "substantial evidence of pathogen movement
between and among these industrial-scale operations". A year earlier, the UN food
agency predicted that the risk of disease transmission from animals to humans would
grow with increasingly intensive animal production.

During the latest bout of avian flu, governments and the livestock industry were quick to
blame wild birds and small-scale farms for spreading the disease. With hindsight, it
appears that poultry in back yard flocks were markedly more resistant to a virus that has
been traced directly to huge factory farms.

Food celebrities such as Jamie Oliver have raised public awareness of the way modern
meat is produced. But such campaigns tend to focus on the bland taste, ethical or
environmental issues such as the toxic waste produced by factory farming, or the amount
of water needed to produce a single kilo of beef (16 000 litres).

Far less attention has been paid to the more direct threat to public health posed by
industrialised meat production. This, in turn, can be traced to the astonishing
transformation in the world's meat-eating habits.

Humanity is more carnivorous today then ever before, thanks to selective breeding
techniques, low world grain prices, global distribution networks and the Chinese
economic boom. In 1965 the Chinese ate just 4kg of meat per head per year; today the
average Chinese citizen consumes 54kg a year.

The number of animals on the planet has increased by nearly 40% in the past 40 years,
but instead of being dispersed across the countryside, these food units are increasingly
concentrated into compact industrial blocks. The number of pigs has trebled, to two
billion. There are now two chickens for every human.

Industrialised food production has changed the world's diet, providing cheap and plentiful
protein.

Yet it comes not only at a moral and environmental cost, but also in terms of world
health: the silent germs mutating amid the filth.

Factory farming is necessary to feed a hungry world. But doing so without also
unleashing new diseases requires far more global co-operation on biosecurity, much
tighter international regulation of the meat trade and, above all, a change in the way we
produce animals for food. Mass-produced meat can kill you, even if you never eat it.
In 1953, British textbooks insisted that the war against germs had been won by
antibiotics, declaring "the virtual elimination of infections disease as a significant factor
in social life". Accepting that premise, Michael Crichton's The Andromeda Strain
imagined the world under assault from a microbe from outer space.

Today the world is once again under attack from infectious diseases. The latest plague
does not come from God, or from other planets. It does not simply come from infectious
animals and rogue microbes. It also comes from humankind.

Macintyre is an author, historian and columnist writing for The Times, London.


                                    Outcry as death knell
                                    for Nelspruit looms

TSHWARELO ESENG MOGAKANE
The Star, April 14 2009

Death knell for Nelspruit

City will soon be called Mbombela, if minister agrees
BUSINESS and opposition parties in Mpumalanga are up in arms over a decision to
change the name of the province's 2010 World Cup host city Nelspruit in two months'
time.

Mpumalanga Geographic Names Committee spokesman Gordon Nkgathi has confirmed
that the name will change to Mbombela, after an old township on the outskirts of the city
that was relocated during the apartheid era.

The Lowveld Chamber of Business and Tourism (LCBT) has threatened to take the
government to court if Arts and Culture Minister Pallo Jordan approve the change.
"The name-change procedures for Nelspruit have not been (properly) followed and there
will be opposition to this change from the business community," said LCBT board
member Mark Schormann.

He lashed out at what he called the "name-change brigade", saying the argument to
change names was "logically flawed and without much merit".

He accused the government of rushing to change names without paying attention to
arguments from concerned stakeholders.

"This is evident from a number of prior situations where the outcome has always been the
same," said Schormann.
The DA caucus leader in the Mbombela municipality, councillor Gerhard de Bruin, said
changing the city's name would confuse World Cup visitors.

"From a business and tourism perspective, this is not a good idea. How can we change a
name when the 2010 World Cup is right around the corner?

"The DA is totally against this. All the maps and brochures talk about Nelspruit. When
you browse the internet, all sites refer to Nelspruit, which is fast becoming a popular city
(to visit). To change it now is a bad move," said De Bruin.

Christian Party spokesman Gerhard Rheeder said attempts to change Nelspruit's name
would be met with fierce resistance.

"Nelspruit is an internationally recognized name. It will cost a lot of money to change the
name, and businesses won't conform readily."

He saw no reason to change the name as Nelspruit did not have the "political baggage"
associated with other name changes.
The town was named after the Nel brothers, whose cattle used to graze in the area in the
late 1800s.

Rheeder said the Mpumalanga government would be foolish "to put money into
ideologies instead of service delivery".

"The lives of so many people can be improved through the reallocation of funds to
combat crime, train teachers, build orphanages and provide antiretroviral drugs.
"An ideological exercise does not place bread on the tables of the starving," said Rheeder.
Nkgathi said plans to change the name were already advanced, and enough consultation
had been done.

"The South African Geographical Names Council (SAGNC) has forwarded the proposed
name to the arts and culture minister, recommending the name change.

"We are hoping he will approve the renaming in the next month or two."
Nkgathi said that SAGNC had verified the application for Nelspruit to be renamed
Mbombela, after objections raised last year.

A subcommittee concluded its research and finished public hearings in February and
reported that Mbombela was the popular choice as a name.
He said the Mpumalanga Geographic names Committee had decided that neighbouring
towns such as White River and Hazyview should keep their names.

Once the SAGNC submits a proposal to the minister, he makes a final decision, and then
has to publish the name change in the Government Gazette. – African Eye News Service
                                       SURF AND
                                     STRANGE TURF

By Ziphezinhle Msimango
Lifestyle SUNDAY TIMES APRIL 12 2009

Surf and turf
Boer fanaticism, black pornography and infidelity are just some of the iniquities that
make the South African Internet a popular place to be.

THE WEB

GOOGLE estimates five million South Africans log onto the Internet on a daily basis.
According to Google SA: "A lot of people are accessing the Internet at work. But we've
also seen that one in six people are accessing the web on their cellphones."
But beneath the mundane sound of keyboard clicks from people shopping for
lawnmowers in the Gumtree classifieds and updating their status on Facebook, lies the
strange, twisted and sometimes funny underbelly of the South African web.

The following five websites are a snapshot of what's happening in the dark alleys of
South African cyberspace. They will shock and turn any conventional notions you had
about South African society upside down. View at your own risk.

What is it:
http://sondeza.social-go.com/

Why it's uniquely South African: The name of this website, "Sondeza", is the Zulu word
for "bring closer". Many visitors to Sondeza use vernacular and South African slang to
express themselves in the chatrooms.

When you log on, the nature of this site is clear – a warning sign reads: "The website you
are about to enter contains adult material. The content is strictly for people 18 years and
older."

Besides conversation of a sexual nature in the chatrooms, there are raunchy pictures of
mostly young, black women holding up their breasts and their male counterparts flashing
their bits. The site also features sexual videos, most of which are shot in an amateur style.
In a video titled "Dineo at Moretele Park", a group of girls and guys hang in and around a
pool; they appear to be in their 20s or 30s.

Outside the pool, one of the guys is videotaping the scene. He then dares a girl called
Dineo to come out of the pool and walk towards the camera while taking off her clothes.
After Dineo strips, the main frame shows another group of girls and guys taking videos of
her with their cellphones. One of them, phone in hand, informs her in Tswana, "Re tlo yi
Kenya ko Internet" (we're going to post it on the Internet).
To date, Dineo at Moretele Park has had 3 567 views.

The crowd: The young and experimental, prone to making home videos after drinking
copious amounts of alcohol.

They're also the techno-savvy sort who, on Sondeza's chat forums, advise each other
about the kind of cellphone software required to view the photos and videos on the
website.

This is probably why – of Sondeza's 585 raunchy photos of black women's breasts and
derriéres, as well as the 18 pornographic videos – much appears to have been captured
via cellphone cameras.

And why a great deal of the camera angles ensure maximum impact through upclose
shots of the `action`.

Why it's underground: South Africa is a country where many black parents (who mostly
kiss each other in their bedrooms, with the lights off) dive for the remote whenever a sex
scene materializes.

What is it:

www.aboutlovers.co.za

Why it's uniquely South African: The website was started by Cherie Green, who operates
out of her Sandton townhouse. Green is in the business of hooking up wealthy, married
men with attractive, single women.

You'll know you're in precarious territory by the large picture of a woman holding her
fingers over her mouth and the text below it that says: "A unique, confidential service for
single or married people in South Africa wishing to have an affair or a discreet
encounter."

Yet what really makes this service unique is that all who are involved have, apparently,
no desire to pick up random partners at a bar. Instead, they want an official process that
happens like a business transaction.

And, all those who are interested have to do, is call or e-mail Green, who will set up an
obligation-free consultation. Once you've signed up for a cost of R2 850, you get a six-
month membership, during which you can meet prospective lovers.
The crowd: As the website states, "happily married people who plan to stay that way".
Green also makes it clear that her service is for "professional and executive people". But
she adds that the women who want her services must be aged 22-45 and shouldn't be
looking for long-term commitment. The men must be 34 and older.
Why it's underground: If anyone finds out you're on Green's books, you might get
divorced and lose half your assets. And, of course, extramarital affairs will always be
frowned upon in society's eyes. But a paragraph on the website tries to refute this by
stating, "Society labels people who seek extramarital liaisons as being immoral, unable to
sustain intimacy or dysfunctional in some other way.

"This is not necessarily the case at all. Many members of About Lovers indicate that they
have happy marriages and have no intention of breaking up their family, but need
something else as well. There is a gap or emptiness in their lives, which cannot be filled
in their everyday relationships."

What is it:

www.boerevryheid.co.za

Why it's uniquely South African: All the text on the website is in Afrikaans. Images are
of Boer soldiers with guns in hand. The members of this website state that their social
gathering on the web is a place for Boer members of the nation and that their goal is to
unite the Boers through the attainment of independence. Their ambitions are stated in a
paragraph on the website: "With the current dispensation in our country, any demand
made by the volk will be suppressed by the ANC, regardless of numbers.

"While their cooperation with regards to the approval of the volk's demands will be
welcomed, it remains highly unlikely. With more proven backing and organisations that
support these demands, the picture changes considerably on international levels.

"Two-hundred people can carry out the rightful claim of a people, but 200 000 can be so
much better."

One of the forum's members expresses his support for a letter about hatred for "liberal
white women" who "get their values from a black slut such as Oprah Winfrey" and watch
programmes like "the artificial Sewende Laan soapie where blacks, coloureds and whites
speak bad Afrikaans and are best friends, getting along like a house on fire".

Another member has posted the following poem, which describes an unnamed Boer state
to which they'd like to relocate.

"Kyk of julle kan raai waar die volkstaat is (see if you can guess where the volkstaat is)/

"Dit is 30km van 'n Internasionale lughawe (it's 30km from an international airport)/
"Dit het 'n hawe wat groot skepe kan hanteer (it has a harbour that can handle large
ships)/

8 jaar is geen bedelaars nie (there are no beggars)/
"Jy word in Afrikaans bedien by winkelsentrums (you are served in Afrikaans at
shopping centres)/
"Die dokters en tandartse praat Afrikaans (the doctors and dentists speak Afrikaans)/

"Die biblioteek bevat Afrikaanse boeke (the library contains Afrikaans books)/
 soos krag; telefoon; TV werk 99.9% van die tyd (services like electricity; telephone;
television work 99.9% of the time)/

Die polisie is nie omkoopbaar nie (the police don't accept bribes)/
Kerkdienste is skikbaar in Afrikaans vir al die Boerekerke (church services are in
Afrikaans for all the Boer churches)/
"Vyf-en-negentig persent of meer van die bevolking is wit (95% of the population or
more are white)/

Geen ousies in die kombuise nie (jy maak self skoon) (no domestic workers in the
kitchens – you do the cleaning yourself)/
"Te goed om waar te wees? (too good to be true?)
Daar bestaan so 'n plek – glo my (There is such a place – believe me)."
Why it's underground: In the supposedly "rainbow nation" in which we live, there
appears to be a façade that everyone is happy to live side by side with people of all races;
those who aren't satisfied with living in a multicultural society would, it seems, rather
keep themselves to themselves.

What is it:
www.weed.co.za

Why it's uniquely South African: Considering that a survey by the United Nations' drugs
and crime office released statistics in February claiming that South Africans smoke twice
as much dagga as the rest of the world, it's not a shocker that this website exists (an SAPS
report shows that 126 825kg of dagga worth R177 556 342 was confiscated in the
country during 2007/2008).

The website claims it is for the "South African community of users for dagga
decriminalisation and discussion". One post can generate up to 1 198 replies from fellow
smokers.

After registering to become a member, you can read, among others, of how a dagga plant
was found growing at a particular robot in Durban and the furore it caused among
motorists driving past it.

In addition to listing various weed recipes, the website also hosts a section called Weed
TV, where members can upload any videos related to dagga. One video titled "Cannibis
within South Africa and the uses" shows a woman sangoma explaining the benefits of
using dagga to cure high blood pressure.
Another, with the comment "those lucky buggers", is titled, "How easy it is to buy weed
in Amsterdam". The video chronicles a person walking into a coffee shop to buy weed
over the counter.

Other conversations, like the one below, revolve around where to find the best stash in
South Africa.

"Does anyone know of any psychedelic mushroom (shrooms) strains that grow locally
and if so, where and when to find them. I live JHB but with a lot of fields and veld
around me and was wondering if there was any shrooms to be found growing here or
anywhere in SA.

Thanks, Kaya. (sic)"

Or: "I think the only psilocybin mushroom species found in South Africa is the
Psilocybin cubensis Transkei I don't think you will find them growing wild anywhere
except for the Transkei area, I do know that the fly agaric mushroom can be found in the
Cape Town area, but I've heard these can have sh*t effects. (sic)"

The crowd: Those who take the act of smoking dagga rather seriously and probably
closely followed the case of Cape Town candidate attorney Gareth Prince, denied his
licence to practise due to a previous dagga conviction.

From the kind of people who feature in the video on "cannabis" uses in SA, smoking
dagga seems like it could be the preserve of the financially challenged. Or perhaps the
high-flying executives who also smoke the herb just don't have time to talk about it on a
website.

Why it's underground: Even though Weed's users believe dagga should be legalised, it is
still an illegal substance in South Africa.

If you're charged with possession of dagga, you can receive a maximum sentence of 15
years' imprisonment. And, if charged with dealing it, you may get a maximum sentence
of 25 years, depending, of course, on the circumstances of your case.

What is it:
www.hottestgossip.co.za

Why it's uniquely South African: It sports pink flashing headlines like "Bryan Habana
gets engaged to his blonde girlfriend"; "It's over!!! Socialite Uyanda Mbuli and hubby
Sisa split up!!"

And, judging by websites like Hottest Gossip, South Africa is finally taking up the
international obsession with local celebrity – in the last couple of years we've seen the
meteoric rise in popularity of Sunday World's Shwashwi and tabloid gossip shows like
SABC 1's The Real Goboza.
We've also seen how we're only too willing to worship people like socialite and sometime
actress/singer Khanyi Mbau and Mbuli, who've successfully manufactured the sort of
personalities needed to make one famous for being famous.

In a world where magazines like People and Hello are paying $4.1-million and $3.5-
million respectively for the first pictures of Brangelina's daughter, Shiloh, and tabloid
paparazzi are placed on 24-hour Britney watch, our relatively recent awakening to the
goldmine of local celebrity dirt seems like it was well-nigh inevitable.

Even though this website does feature stories about Hollywood couples like Brangelina
and Tomkat, it is always on top of the latest celebrity gossip on the local front.
The crowd: People who were aware of all the possible reasons for the fracas between
Rihanna and Chris Brown, or those who "saw" the Joost tape, which Heat magazine used
to "expose" the former rugby star.

These very same people can also tell you what Angelina and Brad had for breakfast this
morning, because they always make sure to hit all the gossip websites before midday.
Why it's underground: Not many are willing to admit they are avid visitors to gossip
websites, because it makes them seem shallow.

This was clear when everyone who had followed every lurid detail of Princess Diana's
life, was suddenly horrified that the paparazzi had taken pictures of her lying unconscious
at the accident scene in Paris.

Locally, celebrity obsession took a nasty turn when implementation planner Zizipho
Mtshizana (she was 24 at the time the story broke in 2006) started circulating an e-mail
that claimed Stone Cherrie's Nkhensani Nkosi and her husband, Zam, were HIV-positive.


                                     A life quite badly
                                         Handeled

Lifestyle SUNDAY TIMES APRIL 12 2009

He died 250 years ago this month – and now scientists have finally discovered what
killed The Messiah's composer, reports Ben Hoyle Handel

GEORGE Frideric Handel was a binge eater and problem drinker whose gargantuan
appetites resulted in lead poisoning that eventually killed him, according to a study.
By the time of his death 250 years ago this month, aged 74, the composer of The Messiah
had for 20 years been fighting severe health problems, including blindness, gout, bouts of
paralysis and confused speech.

According to David Hunter, music librarian at the University of Texas and author of
more than 60 articles on Handel, these ailments were all linked to lead poisoning brought
on by his notoriously heavy consumption of rich foods and alcohol.
Surprisingly little is known about Handel's private life, but evidence from portraits and
contemporary descriptions supports the theory that he began to suffer from lead
poisoning in 1737, when he temporarily lost the use of his right hand, an incident
previously attributed to a stroke.

In search of a cure, he travelled to Aachen, where he was immersed up to his chin in hot
spring water.

"People said that he made a miraculous recovery and that was what got me thinking," Dr
Hunter has said. "It's exactly the way that they treated lead poisoning at the time."
Handel continued to have attacks and recoveries until, on the evening of April 13 1759,
he announced that he would no longer receive guests as he had "done with the world". He
died the following morning at the house in Brook Street, Mayfair, where he had lived for
36 years. The building in London is now the Handel House Museum and Dr Hunter's
theory is explained in the catalogue to its forthcoming exhibition Handel Reveal'd.

A small number of doctors were just beginning to become aware of the dangers of lead
poisoning during Handel's lifetime, but their researches were restricted to working men
who were overexposed to the metal, such as plumbers, roofers and cider-makers (who
often used lead to line their presses).

The risk to the wealthy was not yet unrecognized, but lead contaminated their wine, beer,
cider, rum, gin, water and food, and Handel was more exposed than most. Although he
wrote some of the most magnificent baroque music and was rewarded handsomely with a
court pension, his gluttony disgusted those who knew him.

Accounts from the time speak of is "inordinate extravagant Hunger" and, the year after
Handel died, John Mainwaring, his first biographer, accused him of "excessive
indulgence in this lowest of gratifications".

Dr Hunter believes that "Handel had an eating disorder and was probably a binge drinker,
too".

His relationship with food was certainly obsessive. On one occasion he invited the artist
Joseph Goupy to dine with him, but warned him that only plain fare was available.
After dinner Handel absented himself from the table and sometime later Goupy found
him in a back room tucking into "such delicacies as he had lamented his inability to
afford his friend". A furious Goupy responded with a vicious cartoon of Handel as a
"charming brute" playing an organ festooned with game birds and hams.

Handel's later works were darker and more meditative, which Dr Hunter attributes to his
worsening health.
                                    Can't talk now, doll
                                    – I'm on the phone

April 12 2009 Sunday Times

Can't talk now

Obsessive Mobile Disorder: social malady or just bad manners, wonders Richard Woods
IN years to come, when mutated humans are born with their cellphones wired into their
brains, it may be perfectly normal to converse with two people at once while texting a
friend, checking your Facebook status and surfing the web.

For the moment, however, mobile multitasking is the plague of the day. You know the
score: you are talking to a colleague and their eyes constantly flicker towards the
BlackBerry for incoming e-mails. You are holding a meeting and half the staff are texting
under the table. You are hoping for a hot date – as actress Jennifer Aniston recently was –
and your boyfriend is hitting on Twitter, not you.

These are symptoms of Obsessive Mobile Disorder – and the dread disease Continuous
Partial Attention, in which victims come to believe that life via mobile might be more
interesting than life right in front of them.

Adam Ward, a 24-year-old postgraduate student from London, was afflicted recently
when he started going out with a new girlfriend. "Yep, it's true," he said. "We went out on
a date and I decided to update my friends every few minutes about how it was going."
Using his BlackBerry, Ward regularly posted his thoughts and observations to his Twitter
account as the evening progressed. Didn't his date notice or object? "Nobody knows you
are twittering, you could just be writing a text," he said, as if the latter were normal
romantic behaviour. "And to be honest, I'm pretty much on my phone every few minutes
anyway."

It is a mystery how he and his date had time for any eye contact, let alone mind-melding.
Some sort of contact there was, however, because in the morning he tweeted: "Success!"
Aniston took a tougher line: she dumped John Mayer, her boyfriend, reputedly because
he paid more attention to his cellphone than to her.

As phones offering calls, texts, e-mails, Internet and more proliferate, OMD and CPA are
spreading like flu. "When I first got the phone, people were really annoyed," said Ward.
"I'd be sitting at dinner and it would keep going off. I had to put it on silent because even
if it was on vibrate it was annoying for others."

It is only when you are repeatedly on the receiving end of OMD or CPA that you begin to
understand how infuriating it can be.
Cellphones and the Internet have opened up the world, only to shrink our horizon to three
centimeters. They might even be affecting the way we think – and not necessarily for the
better.

Researchers at the University of Illinois have shown that if people who are engaged on a
challenging task are interrupted by a call or an e-mail, they can take up to 15 minutes to
refocus on their original purpose. Other studies have shown, perhaps unsurprisingly, that
interruptions impair creativity and memory.

Researchers have found that if you react to a call or message at a natural break-point in
your existing work, you are much better at assimilating the information and returning to
your previous task. But if you cannot resist answering your "CrackBerry" as soon as it
rings, you are likely to suffer "distraction overload".

CPA differs from multitasking, says Linda Stone, a former vice-president of Microsoft
and writer on the social effects of technology. Multitasking usually involves being more
efficient by performing simple automatic tasks simultaneously. By contrast, CPA is an
"effort not to miss anything … always on, anywhere, any time" and can be stressful and
inefficient.

On the roads, the consequences of CPA and mobile interruptions can be worse, or even
fatal. Yet, according to the answer to a question posed in Britain's parliament last month,
the number of drivers using hand-held and hands-free cellphones increased last year –
even though hand-held devices are banned and research has shown that hands-free
systems are also dangerous.

For all the obvious benefits, cellphones do have their drawbacks. So why isn't our
etiquette better and our usage more considerate? Simple: we are hopelessly addicted.
Attempts to stem the epidemic of CPA have been made in places such as Silicon Valley.
Some tech firms there have instituted "topless" meetings – as in laptop-less. Computers
and BlackBerries were banned in the hope of making participants concentrate on the
matters at hand. It has not caught on.

At least one UK holiday company has experimented with "mobile-free" packages. The
idea is that when you are trying to relax on the ski slopes or the beach, you will not find
yourself next to an investment banker droning on to the office about restructuring his
toxic assets: "Ya, I'm on a lift … can you tell Toby to dump the CDOs and get Peter to
call me when Tokyo opens."

So many people have complained about such behaviour that Debretts has added a guide
to mobiles in its A-Z of Modern Manners. It includes the rule: "People in the flesh
deserve more attention than a gadget."
                                         The root
                                      OF THE matter
                                       MAY 2009

Author Jane Griffiths dishes the dirt on some of the tastiest vegetables that grow
underground
Root of the matter
The first thing to understand when growing underground edibles, is that as far as they are
concerned, developing fat, succulent roots is not top of their list. When faced with
adverse circumstances, a plant's first priority is survival and this means devoting all its
energy to respiration and increasing photosynthesis by growing leaves. Only when
growing conditions are nearly perfect will plants turn their energy away from survival
and begin storing up extra carbohydrates in the form of plump, juicy roots.

GROUND RULES FOR GROWING ROOT CROPS
Beetroots, carrots, parsnips and radishes are the cool-weather root vegetables most
commonly grown in home gardens. All these root crops require loose, friable soil in order
for the taproot (the central part of the root that grows vertically downwards), to grow long
and strong. If the soil is compacted or lumpy, the roots will be stumpy and misshapen.
A rich soil is preferable, along with plenty of compost to provide all the elements they
require. However, a soil with too much nitrogen will encourage hairy feeder roots to
grow on the sides of the main root. Carrots are particularly susceptible.
If you have grown a legume cover crop as a green manure, wait for about six months
before planting a root crop. Avoid using fresh manure as it can cause the vegetables to
become misshapen and, with carrots especially, to fork.

All of these root crops, except beetroot, prefer to be sown directly where they are to grow
and don't like to be transplanted. When harvesting root vegetables, cut off the top growth
immediately, otherwise the leaves will continue to pull nutrients out of the root.

RADISHES

If you have a gap anywhere, plant a radish. Radishes are the easiest and quickest of all
vegetables to grow. From sowing to eating can take as little as three weeks.
Radishes are part of the Brassica family and do better in the cooler months. During hotter
months they tend to produce spongy roots. Easily sown from seed, they benefit from
being buried slightly below the surface: about 1-1,5cm deep. This encourages them to
grow fatter roots. Thin them out so they have space to grow into a decent size.
Keep them well watered and harvest them as soon as they are big enough. If left in the
ground for too long they go woody and lose their crisp flavour. If you want regular
radishes, sow seed every week because they mature so quickly.

I have read that radishes are good companion plants because they repel beetles. In my
experience this is because the beetles prefer eating radish foliage and the other plants are
left alone. Beetle-nibbled radish leaves don't seem to affect the development of the root,
so it's a win-win combination.
If left to go to seed, radishes produce edible pale pink and white flowers, which the bees
and other beneficial insects love. Once these turn into seedpods, choose the fattest seed
for your next planting.

Radishes are good vegetables to gauge your soil and moisture levels. As with all root
crops, they only put their energy into fattening up their roots once all their needs have
been met. If your radishes produce thin roots, something is lacking – either the soil is not
rich enough or they are not receiving enough sun or water.

BEETROOT

Beetroot is a multi-use vegetable, great for small gardens. Baby leaves can be snipped off
a few at a time for salads and the larger leaves used in stir-fries. As long as enough leaves
remain to feed the plant, you will still be able to harvest the root.
Unlike most root crops, beetroot don't mind being transplanted, provided the seedlings
are small and kept moist during transplanting. They can be directly seeded where they are
to grow. You'll notice that the seed looks like a clump – it is actually a seed cluster
containing a few seeds. Once they germinate, they need to be thinned out. They can be
left to grow in a group, providing they have enough space to spread sideways. Encourage
them to grow fast so the roots remain sweet and tender.

Beetroot don't like dry weather and need regular moisture otherwise they can become
stringy and tough. On the flip side, too much rain can also damage them. If it is too wet,
lift them before they rot, even if they are small. They also don't like competition from
weeds. Cutworms, birds, slugs and snails will all try and nibble at your beetroot,
especially when young, so protect them accordingly.

Beetroot grows well with lettuces and most greens, as well as any members of the
cabbage family. It's a good soil improver and compost additive, with the leaves
containing high levels of magnesium and other elements.

CARROTS

Carrots can be sown almost all year round, except for the hottest midsummer month and
the coldest midwinter months.

Carrots, more than any other root vegetables, need a soil free of any rocks or big clods of
earth. A loose, sandy loam soil is ideal. It helps carrots tremendously if you add
earthworm casts to the soil. Make sure the surface is as smooth as possible. Carrots don't
do well with weeds that compete for space, so cover the entire area with weed-free
seedling soil.

Carrots can be grown in rows or in groups. Mix sand with the seeds to help sow them
evenly. Sow in shallow drills, about 6-8mm deep and cover. The seeds take longer than
most seeds to germinate so don't be impatient if they aren't up in five days. Thin them
out, leaving enough space for each one to develop into a good-sized carrot.

A successful combination planting for carrots is to sow seeds of rocket and radish at the
same time. The rocket germinates earlier and its leaves provide just the right amount of
shade to keep the young carrots moist. The radishes germinate very quickly and will be
pulled up and eaten by the time the carrots need the space. When the first carrots start
coming up, begin mulching with grass to prevent weeds and to help keep them moist.
Once the carrots reach a certain size, they tend to start sticking their shoulders up out of
the ground, which turns them green and makes them bitter. If this happens, gently draw
the soil up over them completely cover the shoulders. When ready to harvest the carrots,
loosen the soil around the shoulders and firmly pull them up.

PARSNIPS

Parsnips like deep, rich, well-drained soil. Spring and autumn are the best time for
sowing. Direct seed them where they are to grow. As the germination rate of parsnips is
mediocre, sow them relatively thickly. Make sure the seeds are pressed down firmly.
Sowing them together with radishes helps mark the rows and shades the emerging
parsnip seedlings. The radishes will be harvested before the parsnips need the space. Thin
parsnip seedlings by snipping off the tops of the crowded ones. Pulling the roots out will
disturb the remaining plants.

Quick-growing lettuces and Asian greens are good companions. Keep them well watered
through their growing season. Parsnips taste best harvested in early spring, as the stored
starches begin to turn into sugar, ready for new growth. Harvest before they sprout or
they'll lose their flavour. Loosen the soil with a fork and lift rather than pull them out.
                                      Inhoud

Inhoud150'000 mans ruk op om na Buchan te luister
`Dok` is terug met sy oorspronklike bier
PEDRO bemeester sy kuns
Zuma se `Wami` Zille se `Koekie Loekie`
                                 150 000 mans ruk op om
                                   na Buchan te luister

Neels Jackson
Beeld, 25 April 2009

150000 mans ruk op Greytown. – Sowat 150 000 mans het gister 'n koue herfsaand in die
buitelug getrotseer om op die Mighty Men-konferensie hier na Angus Buchan se oproep
tot bekering te luister.

Tussen 140 000 en 160 000 mans was volgens die organiseerders se ramings teen
gistermiddag op die plaas Shalom saamgetrek.

Buchan wou hom nie oor getalle uitlaat nie. "Getalle maak nie vir God saak nie."
Hy het na die Bybelse koning Salomo verwys wat gestraf is omdat hy 'n sensus gehou
het. "Ek weet nie hoeveel mans hier is nie, maar dit is 'n hang of a lot."
Hy is egter nog nie tevrede nie. Die beste kom nog, het Buchan gesê. "Dink julle hulle
bou hierdie stadions vir sokker? Hulle bou dit vir Jesus."

Buchan se boodskap aan die skare mans was dat Jesus wil hê hulle moet hulle lewe
verander.

"As jy jou lewe verander, sal dit jou gesin verander. Dit sal jou stad verander. Dit sal jou
provinsie verander. Dit sal die land verander. En dit sal die vasteland verander."
Buchan het mans daartoe gelei om hul skuld te bely weens hul ongeloof in God. Toe het
hy gevra hoeveel mans vir die eerste keer gisteraand in die openbaar hul geloof in Hom
bely her, het duisende hande opgegaan.

'n See van tente van alle kleure en vorms het gister oor die heuwels rondom die groot
opelugverhoog gelê.

Die saamtrek het volgens mnr. Bruce Winship, woordvoerder, teen gistermiddag nog
geen groot voorvalle opgelewer nie. Daar was net een mens wat moontlik 'n been gebreek
het en twee busse wat in die stadium vasgeval het.

Die Springbok-afrigter Peter de Villiers is onder die konferensiegangers opgemerk.


                                   `Dok` is terug met sy
                                    oorspronklike bier

Dries Liebenberg
Beeld, 2 Mei 2009

(Louis) Luyt Lager herleef om toeriste-attraksie te word
`Dok` is terug

Ballito. – Hy's lig op die tong, effens soet en glad nie bitter nie.
Dr. Louis Luyt is terug. Met die politiek en rugbywêreld agter die rug is dit die herlewing
van sy Luyt Lager ná 37 jaar wat weer die kollig op hom laat val.

Suid-Afrikaners het Luyt Lager in 1972 vir die eerste keer geproe en so baie daarvan
gehou dat dit 13% van die plaaslike markaandeel oorgeneem het voordat SA Brouerye dit
gekoop het.

Dit was dieselfde jare wat dié miljoenêr se Triomf-kunsmis 'n huishoudelike naam
geword het.

Mnr. Louis Luyt jr., een van "Dok" se seuns, is nou die gesig van Luyt Lager, wat in 'n
mikrobrouery aan die KwaZulu-Natalse noordkus gebrou word.

"Ek onthou hoe ek as twee-jarige op my pa se arm gesit het terwyl hy bier gedrink het en
oor sake met mense gesels het," sê Luyt jr. by die bekendstelling van die mikrobrouery
eergisteraand.

Hy voeg egter by Luyt Lager is 'n familiesaak. "Dr. Luyt is al die pad betrokke. Hy is
altyd aktief betrokke."

Die Luyts se mikpunt is om die bier 'n toeriste-attraksie aan die noordkus te maak. Die
verspreiding daarvan begin in Junie.

Ballito is net 'n klipgooi van die nuwe Koning Shaka-internasionale lughawe, wat
volgende jaar in bedryf gestel gaan word; die Wêreldbeker-sokkertoernooi is net om die
draai en Ballito is vinnig besig om 'n gevestigde dorp pleks van 'n vakansiebestemming te
word.

"Die M4-hoofweg gaan net hier by ons voordeur verbyloop," merk Luyt jr. teenoor een
van die gaste op, wat 'n mens laat besef hier is behoorlik huiswerk gedoen.

Die Luyts het soos van ouds die hulp van mnr. Gordon Den, 'n meesterbrouer wat
voorheen by SA Brouerye gewerk het, ingeroep om die bier te brou volgens die resep wat
hy destyds help skep het.

Monopolieë oorheers tans die biermark, maar daar is ruimte vir mikrobrouerye, want
mense wil hul eie unieke bier hê, sê Luyt jr.

Die plan is om dit in kroeë en kuierplekke in Ballito en aan die res van die noordkus te
verkoop.

Binne die eerste jaar wil hulle tussen 30 000 en 35 000 brou.
"Luyt Lager smaak nog net soos toe ek 'n student op Stellenbosch was. Jinne, ons het
gekuier van Tollies af tot by Simonsberg," is mnr. Deran van Rensburg se kommentaar
by die bekendstelling.


                                        PEDRO
                                    bemeester sy kuns

Deur Terésa Coetzee

Hy het nie verniet as Hot Lips bekend gestaan op 7de laan se stel nie ... (Vinette
PedroEbrahim het hom só gedoop.) Want daai aantreklike vol lippe van hom het gereeld
rusplek gevind op die mond van die vroulike Laners. En toe is sy eerste toneel waarmee
hy afskop in Egoli boonop nog 'n soentoneel!

Maar hoe dan nou anders? Met daardie gesig en natuurlike sjarme is dit amper
vanselfsprekend dat regisseurs mildelik gebruik gaan maak van die casanova wat so
duidelik uit Pedro Camara straal!

Hy lag uit sy maag oor dié opmerking. Ja, hy hou van sy vroue én van soen. Sommer
baie. Hy erken dit skaamteloos. En sy beste sepiesoen nog was verreweg dié met Sandra
Stutterheim van die Laan (gespeel deur Heléne Lombard). Maar dis alles darem net deel
van sy werk as akteur. Soen is maar net nog 'n faset van toneelspeel wat hy met oorgawe
wil bemeester ...

En die kuns van toneelspeel is iets wat hy inderdaad besig is om ten volle te bemeester.
Hy was immers die laaste klompie jare bitter hard aan die werk en het al 'n draai gemaak
in 7de laan, Isidingo en binnekort gaan hy ook in Egoli te sien wees.

"Ek raak nou 'n regte sepieslet," skerts hy. "Maar dis regtig vir my 'n groot voorreg om so
intiem betrokke te kon raak by die dinamika van elke sepie. Ek onthou tot vandag toe hoe
op my senuwees ek was toe ek die eerste keer in Madel Terreblanche (Wilna Snyman) se
sitkamer ingestap het in 7de laan. Ek was ses maande in Isidingo en daar was die
artistieke vryheid wat hulle ons gegee het absoluut wonderlik.

"Ek verstom my aan die absolute kreatiwiteit en oorgawe waarmee gesoute akteurs soos
Sharleen Surtie-Richards en Brümulda van Rensburg in Egoli speel! Hulle is só doelgerig
in wat hulle doen. As ek maar net die helfte van hierdie mense se passie of talent kon hê
..."

In Egoli gaan Pedro die rol van Tony speel, 'n man met 'n swak vir jong meisies.
"Ek dink die storielyn is baie realisties geskryf. Dis maar ons mans se oeroue instink om
te wil jag. Alle mans in hul veertigs voel diep gevlei as 'n jong, mooi pop skielik aan hom
aandag gee en min mans is sterk genoeg om dit te weerstaan. Selfs dié met trouringe aan
hul vingers ... Dis jammer, maar dis waar."
Tog vertel Pedro in dieselfde asem dat sy eie boog se pyl nou weer ná jare 'n vrou getref
het oor wie hy regtig baie ernstig is. Hy is van sy eerste vrou geskei, maar hulle is steeds
baie goeie vriende. (Hulle het saam onderneem om ter wille van hul lieflingkind, Enzo,
nooit modder te gooi ná die egskeiding nie.)

"Ja, dis vir my lekker om weer iemand so spesiaal in my lewe te hê. Sy is my grootste
bron van ondersteuning – en sy het my sonder enige voorbehoude en voorwaardes lief.
Hierdie vroumens laat my vlieg! Ek het so ongelooflik baie respek vir haar – die manier
hoe sy met mense werk, met hulle praat. Sy is altyd bereid om kompromieë aan te gaan –
dinge is nooit net swart of wit vir haar nie.

"Haar vermoë om by enige situasie aan te pas is iets wat ek bewonder," glimlag hy, maar
hou vol hy gaan nie haar naam noem nie. Nog nie.

Terwyl hy hier in die Oliver Tambo-lughawe se Wimpy sit en klets (ja, hy is deesdae 'n
regte pendelaar wat weekliks heen en weer vlieg tussen sy huis in die Kaap en sy werk in
Johannesburg), is daar niks wat verraai dat Pedro die afgelope jaar deur diep waters is
nie.

Op 27 Desember 2007 om 23:20 is Pedro se pa, Abel Camara, op die ouderdom van 69
jaar koelbloedig is sy sportkroeg in Rawsonville doodgeskiet.

"Hierdie nuus het ons hele gesin op slag lamgelê. Ons fondament was nie net geskud nie,
maar dit was heeltemal vernietig. Skielik was ons gesin heeltemal leierloos.
"Ek het deur al die emosies gegaan. Skok. Verslaenheid. Woede. Teleurstelling. Hartseer.
Wantroue. Ontnugtering. Verlorenheid.

"En toe op 'n dag het ek besef ek moet my energie begin fokus op my ma. Sy het my so
nodig gehad. Ek moes 'n kopskuif maak ...

"'n Mens sal seker nooit volkome herstel ná so 'n traumatiese dood van 'n geliefde nie. Jy
leer egter om daar rondom te werk. Ek moes doelbewus weer begin probeer om die klein,
mooi dingetjies in die lewe raak te sien. Ek moes gaan soek na die mooi wat ander mense
steeds uitstraal. Ek moes elke dag vir myself vertel waarom daar nog altyd hoop in die
lewe is," vertel hy.

En ja, hy het vertroosting gaan vind op sy knieë. "Ek het my verhouding met die Here
van voor af verdiep. Ek het baie oor hierdie saak gebid. Elke dag van my lewe. Soms
sommer 'n paar keer op 'n dag. En ek hét troos gevind."

Vandag koester hy geen bitterheid nie. Hy weier om daardie negatiewe energie deel van
hom te maak. "Ek het eenvoudig besef ek kan nie toelaat dat mense wat géén waarde aan
die lewe heg nóg ure, dae en maande uit my lewe vat nie."

Sy ma is boonop verlede jaar met borskanker gediagnoseer en Pedro het hierdie stryd ook
saam met haar baklei. Dit was nie die eerste keer dat die Camaras eerstehands met die
groot K kennis gemaak het nie – Pedro se broer Abel het op negejarige ouderdom
beenmurgkanker gehad, waarteen hy moedig geveg het en oorleef het. Dís waarom Pedro
graag by kankertees as gasheer optree en empaties en gemaklik saamgesels oor die siekte.
"Hierdie hele ding met my pa se dood en my ma se borskanker het my net weer van
vooraf laat besef hoe feilbaar ons mense is. Ons is klein ou spikkeltjies in die groot
heelal. Ons lewe kan binne 'n oogwink handomkeer veraner.

"Dit het my weer geleer om nederig te raak. Om vir die nóú te lewe en nie vir môre nie.
Om nice te wees met mense. Om onvoorwaardelik lief te hê. Ek het nooit die kans gehad
om vir my pa koebaai te sê nie. Om vir oulaas vir hom te sê hoe lief ek vir hom is nie.
"Maar ek het gelukkig nog kans om dit vir die ander belangrike mense in my lewe te sê.
En ek sal nooit weer daardie kans deur my vingers laat glip nie."


                                    Zuma se `Wami`
                                Zille se `Koekie Loekie`
                                        Intrapslag

MAX DU PREEZ
Saterdag 2.5.2009
Zuma en Zille

Die een mans se terroris is die ander se vryheidsvegter. Die een se "Awuleth' Umshini
Wami" is die ander se "De la Rey, sal jy die Boere kom lei". En dan, net om alles
deurmekaar te krap, is daar "Koekie Loekie, jy met die stywe broekie ..."

'n Mens kan nie eens meer dink aan ons aangewese president, Jacob Zuma, sonder dat sy
liedjie "Umshini Wami" by 'n mens opkom nie. Dit is onmoontlik om te meet, maar ek
dink dit – en natuurlik sy danspassies wat daarmee saamgaan – het beduidend bygedra tot
sy kultus-status.

Die woorde en die melodie is eenvoudig: Umshini wami, umshini wami/We
Baba/Awuleth' umshini wami. (My masjiengeweer, my masjiengeweer/O Vader/ Gee
asseblief my masjiengeweer aan.) Die dans daarmee saam is baie spesifiek: 'n ritmiese
verskuiwing van gewig van een been na 'n ander met die arm gebuig voor die lyf.
Die lied kom uit die dae van die gewapende stryd deur Umkhonto we Sizwe, waarvan
Zuma 'n senior lid was – umshini beteken letterlik net masjien, maar dit was hoe die
masjiengeweer genoem is. Al die bevrydingsbewegings in ons streek het sulke liedere –
Swapo, kan ek goed onthou, het een gehad wat die Russiese PPSh41-masjiengeweer
geprys het, die MPLA het 'n populêre lied oor die AK47 gehad en Frelimo een oor die
bazooka.

"Umshini wami" was egter lank vergete, totdat Zuma dit in 2005 by 'n saamtrek tydens
die verhoor van sy kameraad Schabir Shaik laat herlewe het.
In Desember 2007 was dit die oorwinningslied by Polokwane, toe Zuma bo Mbeki as
ANC-president verkies is.

Sedertdien het dit simbolies geword van Zuma se stryd om uit die tronk te bly en
president te word, van die verset teen die Mbeki-groep in die ANC, van die werkersklas
en gemarginaliseerde swartmense, en, ja, van 'n heroplewing van Zoeloe-bewussyn.
Die lied se impak op die openbare mening en politieke houdings was só betekenisvol dat
dit al deur verskeie akademici as fenomeen ondersoek is. Die jongste en mees
deurdringende poging is dié van prof. Liz Gunner van Wits se Instituut vir Sosiale en
Ekonomiese Navorsing genaamd Jacob Zuma, the Social Body and the Unruly Power of
Song. (Aflaaibaar op die internet by www.afraf.oxfordjournals.org/"
cgi/content/full/"
108/430/27#SEC6.)

"Die tydsberekening van die lied se `vrystelling` het saamgeval met 'n spesifieke
struktuur van gevoelens in die land, naamlik 'n wydverspreide angstigheid en
ontevredenheid oor die aard van regering in Suid-Afrika," skryf Gunner.
"Toe die publiek, in al sy gefragmenteerde pluraliteit, oorversadig was van die beeld van
politici in pakke klere en die vervreemdende taal van die tegnokrate, toe die dansende
lywe en die lewendige taal van die struggle 'n verre eggo geword het ... het die beleërde
vise-president op die nasionale toneel losgebars met die lied ... Die lied, wat deur Zuma
self gekies is en wat hy met gemak en elegansie terug in sirkulasie gebring het, het
ingebreek op die populêre, openbare geheue deur 'n vroeëre en meer gevaarlike manier
van lewe in herinnering te roep," aldus prof. Gunner.

Maar die lied het ook die publiek verdeel. Eers was dit die lied van die buitestanders,
waarvan Zuma een was, maar ná Polokwane was dit die lied van die binnekring, van die
insiders. Terror Lekota het "Umshini wami" gehaat en dit hardop gesê, en kort daarna
moes hy van die ANC wegbreek.

"Umshini wami" het nie net die ANC verdeel nie, dit het gehelp om die steun wat die
ANC wel van bruin, Indiër en wit gehad het, tot byna niks te verminder. Die beeld wat dit
opgeroep het van 'n dreigende, militante swartman in kamoefleerdrag met 'n AK47 in die
hand, het nie lekker by die minderheidsgroepe afgegaan nie. Breër gesien, is dit
vanselfsprekend moeilik om 15 jaar ná bevryding nog met sulke militantheid te kan
vereenselwig.

Dit is nogal ironies, want Zuma is veel meer inklusief en nie-rassig as Mbeki; daar is min
swart bewussyn of Afrikanisme in ons aangewese president. Maar hy is terselfdertyd
takties briljant en het die laaste tyd gewys dat hy ook gewetenloos kan wees in sy
desperate stryd om oorlewing en om mag.

Soos Robert Mugabe en vele ander Afrika-politici voor hom, het Zuma geweet wat die
emosionele waarde was van 'n terugroep van die glorieryke verlede, van die heroïse stryd
teen apartheid. Ons is weer onder druk, was die boodskap wat by sy volgelinge uitgekom
het, maar ons gaan weer revolusie maak. Gee my masjiengeweer aan!
Ten spyte van die wit paranoia wat 'n mens die laaste tyd oor die saak raakgeloop het,
was dit myns insiens nooit 'n oproep tot gewapende stryd nie. Umkhonto we Sizwe, so
wéét Zuma self, was nou nie juis 'n formidabele mag nie en die gewapende stryd was
eintlik maar net propaganda. In elk geval sou die "vyand" in die stadium dat "Umshini
wami" herleef het, net as die ander faksie van die ANC beskryf kon word en nie
witmense nie.

Dit is net daar waar die ooreenkomste met die De la Rey-lied, nou ietwat vergete, inkom.
Dit wou ook 'n nostalgie oproep, aan 'n meer glorieryke tyd van onderdrukking en stryd
herinner, en het ook mobiliserend gewerk. Dit het weereens 'n verdeling tussen outsiders
en insiders gebring. Dit is net so macho-manlik soos as "Umshini wami", maar dit was
ook nie 'n oproep tot geweld of gewapende stryd nie. (Die groot verskil is natuurlik dat
dit half per ongeluk op die toneel verskyn het en nie soos "Umshini wami" berekend
gebruik is nie.)

Maar soos baie witmense bang en kwaad raak as hulle "Umshini wami" hoor (en sien), só
het baie swartmense bang geraak oor die De la Rey-verskynsel.

Ek onthou nog hoe baie van my swart vriende en kollegas hulle boeglam geskrik het vir
Eugene TerreBlanche se gedreig en geblaas, terwyl ons Afrikaners eintlik maar net vir
die oompie gelag het. Dieselfde gebeur nou met Julius Malema en Buti Manemela, vir
wie witmense skrik, maar wat nie deur swartmense ernstig opgeneem word nie.
Die verklaring is eenvoudig: Ons ken mekaar se etniese kodes nog nie goed genoeg nie.
Ons skrik nog vir mekaar se koue pampoen.

My vermoede is dat Zuma die gebruik van "Umshini wami" drasties gaan begin afskaal
nou dat hy verseker is van sy posisie as president van die ANC en van die land, en daar
nie meer 'n risiko is dat hy moet tronk toe gaan nie.

Soos ek vir Zuma ken, is hy inderdaad bekommerd oor sosiale kohesie en sal hy ver uit
sy pad gaan om minderhede gerus te stel en nader te trek. En hy het mos nie meer
"Umshini wami" nodig nie.

As Zuma "Umshini wami" as sy verkiesingslied gebruik het, dan is dit seker ook waar dat
Helen Zille "Koekie Loekie" só gebruik het. En dit vertel 'n hele verhaal.
Hier is die woorde van "Koekie Loekie", wat deur die politieke ontleder Judith February
as "Zille's absurdly inappropriate campaign song" beskryf is, maar tog die skares met
groot geesdrif laat sing en dans het:

Haar naam is Koekie, Koekie
Loekie/Willie ophou roekie/Meisie jy het dit.
Die ouens raak mal as hul vir Koekie
sien/as hulle koppe draai as sy
rokkie swaai/elke keer dan maak sy so
'n Kaapse draai/oe, meisie, skud los
daai lyfie.
Die meisies raak jaloers as hulle vir
Koekie sien/rooie lippies, haartjies en 'n
toppie/haar mamma het haar geleer
sy moetie skaam wees nie/want sy het
dit van kop tot tone.

Ek hou van 'n politieke leier wat nie militante/militêre simbole en macho-beelde uit die
verlede nodig het nie, net 'n catchy tune.

								
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