LET me make the outright pronouncement that I am relieved that the spat between Bafana Bafana and the powers that be was resolved amicably.

LET me make the outright pronouncement that I am relieved that the spat between Bafana Bafana and the powers that be was resolved amicably.

But I have an agitating and broader question to pose: when will the majority of our people be worth anything?

I find it perplexing and quite honestly disgusting that every time money, wealth and material benefits are discussed, it is almost assumed that the majority don't deserve to live in opulence. For some peculiar reason the perception exists that it is sinful and unreasonable for an African to be wealthy or to be paid anything near what they are worth.

Historically, and sadly even in this day and age, the age of possibility in South Africa, an African is still expected to negotiate salaries and benefits cap in hand. Even those few Africans who are stinking rich somehow remain as an exception rather than the rule. I am certain they also somehow feel guilty for having made it in life, their own lives.

As we speak the Confederations Cup is well under way and almost every day Africa had to justify and defend its capability to stage a successful global tournament despite the fact that our country has done exceptionally in the hosting world events.

The primary reason for such exaggerated anxiety was simply that football is a sport that is generally run and supported by the majority of our people. Worst still, other races in our own country have joined the sickening chorus sung by the prophets of doom. They use every opportunity to vilify and downplay the excellence of Africans that has been accomplished over the years.

As an African and one who is living with this thankless and incurable virus, I am continuously called on to defend my worth. Comparatively speaking, in sports, in business and elsewhere, an African earns far less than in any other profession. For instance, cricketers, rugby players' packages and sponsorships are far greater than that of any sport mastered by Africans. In these particular instances no one raises the issue of whether those athletes are successful or not. They are paid what is considered generously worthwhile.

As an African I am sick and tired of justifying my existence and my worth. In other words, I am proud to be an African and I will never cower before any master. I will refuse to be treated like a piece of trash.

I will stand erect and proud for all the things I am committed to and if anyone believes I am less of a human, then those people can go and jump into the sea.

The majority of our people deserve much better. It is not a sin to be wealthy so give my people what they are worth. Money knows no language. It belongs to no race.

Money makes the world go round and all of us deserve it.