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One of the resounding successes of the apartheid system was to make light-skinned Africans think they are "coloured" or Indian, and in many instances, superior to the "real" African.
It was a masterstroke of genius, and we allowed it. Anywhere in the world, anything not white is black, but in the motherland, we are still stuck with offensive tags such as coloured. I honestly think it is time our so-called coloured and "Indian" countrymen shirked off the silly tag and acknowledging that they are as African as the IFP's favourite intelezi.
Yes, I am being serious today. We cannot afford these divisions simply because some speak Afrikaans, do not recognise magadi/ilobolo and are mostly of lighter pigmentation.
An allegedly true story is told of a young fellow who had just landed a job and met up with a "coloured" sweetheart. It has never been established if he was attracted to her by anything else but her "superior" complexion and inability to speak an indigenous African language - save for Afrikaans.
He went to be introduced to his new sweetheart's family and there was jubilation when he arrived. He had come loaded, possibly after getting his bonus at work, and he was extremely generous plying the lady's family with all manner of alcohol. They fondly called him Jah-boolanie, makonyana (mkwenyana/son-in-law). They even told him not to worry - "daar's nie colour bar hier nie. Mense is dieselfde - (there's no colour bar here. People are the same).
So he bought, bought and bought again.
Hours later, when all the aunties were motherlessly drunk and could not give a damn, they hollered at their daughter: "Sê daai fokken Bantu van jou moet voetsek.Ons wil slaap. Die's nie Soweto nie. Hamba Jahboolani. Hamba!"
I hope the story is untrue. I really do. For there are countless "coloured" folks who have given their lives to the liberation of this country.
But please folks, accept that we are one and make a conscious effort to learn an African language. Also, refuse to be labelled "coloured", even if they call you Kerkorrel Regopstaan. Insist you are as African as any Halephirimi Maponyane - for you are.
Another tale: A boy brought his "coloured" lover home to meet his mother. Before meeting with her, his girlfriend asked what greeting was appropriate in the situation.
It was agreed she would politely say "Dumela mma" - (Hello mother).
When the moment arrived, she had forgotten and blustered: "Timeila Ma .". The old lady looked startled, at which point she yelled out to her beau: "Jahboolanie, tlo kwano hierso. Hoe sê julle weer? Jieer, jou ma kyk my snaaks!"
My sweet mother would have made no issue about that, but in her heart she would have had her doubts about my choice.
But me, I generally love my "coloureds", as those very close to me will tell you. Just get a life, you Africans!