MOB JUSTICE!

Murder and brutal attacks have become a common occurrence in South Africa. The concept of “mob justice” has created the impression that there is a form of justice other than that dispensed by courts.

Well then if its “justice”, how do you explain people trouncing other people, setting them alight, beating them with a concrete beam, cutting off their breasts so that they can’t suckle their new born babies? Is it really justice or just a community seeking vengeance? Or maybe has the word justice lost its meaning?

I’ll tell you what; an unjust scenario is when a suspect is apprehended by community members after an offence is committed, when the suspect is stoned, instead of being taken to the police.

But is the community really to blame, when their actions are occasioned by their lack of confidence in the country’s criminal justice system? When the minister of safety and security bareley addresses the issue? When the community try to defend the innocents of a rural village by means of ‘sentencing’ a known rapist in a “bush court”? Orshould we blame the state for its ignorance? Guess the answer is still a mystery.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not condoning vigilantism here but empathising with these poor people who feel they can’t rely on the government and police to fight crime. Due to our experiences as citizens, we have accepted an attitude that says reporting crime through justice system has failed us.

But no matter what they’ve done, would you really want to live with murder on your hands for the rest of you life? Is there a true justification for mob justice? Aren’t there other ways to deal with criminality and vigilantism? Do we really need to take law into our hands? Is this “justice” the answer or just the problem itself? What happened to humanity?

ENOUGH IS ENOUGH when the people have spoken!

FORGIVENESS!

Just like every night, I’m sitting here, wide awake, with a cup of coffee and reflecting back to my life. Yeah hey, inyaw’zigcwel’udaka J

FORGIVENESS! I smile every time I think of the word; it gives me a lot to ponder. You probably have never heard of my story, well allow me.

For months I lived in agony, the pain flaunted through my mortal soul, living a dark commendable hole, a hole filled with anger, hatred and grudge. Yes she had finally told me the truth, after weeks and months which turned to two years of lies.

I never thought it would hurt, I begged for forgiveness, I begged to God to bless my soul as I felt all alone. Yes walls were crushing down on me now and there was no way to escape. I had to beg for freedom, I needed to be displaced out of my misery; I needed God to blow me away.

SHUTTERED, BETRAYED, ALINATED! That’s exactly how I felt; I couldn’t tell a friend from an enemy as my own best friend slash sister had betrayed me. Do you know how it feels to just “SHUT DOWN”, yeah that’s exactly how I felt. I tried to reject the pain, and I was sucked again and again into blackness that out whole seconds or maybe even minutes of the agony, making it harder to keep up with reality.

No maarn, I had to be strong, wear a smile you know J and pretend that every thing was fine. FINALLY! I perfected my mask. IGNORANCE! Yeah guess i should put it that way. “Arg comm’n Nomvuyo this is nothing, you know you can pull this off, you stronger than this, that’s your best friend there and you know you can’t hate her” were word that constantly rang on my mind as the thought of “BETRAYAL” burned it. I had to numb the pain.

IGNORANCE became my new best friend, I would pray, eat, sleep, lough, you know all those things you do when you’re alive. Awww I became an “actress”J. Bear in mind that my “friend” wasn’t aware of the fact that this beaming face was actually of pretence, of a burning man.

Weeks passed and you’d swear I was the happiest woman alive, problem is, I wasn’t. I was a walking ghost, a misguided one. I wasn’t me, I drifted further and further away from God and every person in my life. I became a loner.

What was happening? Wasn’t I still praying? What had I done wrong? Or were my days of existence over? I needed answers. I needed a room to ponder, a room to remember what had happened.

You know it does my soul good to let the waters run once in a while-the healing waters. I had to scream, holler, pray. I would take long walks on the beach just to clear my head. FINALLY! I got my answers. My soul wasn’t at peace. Darkness had taken over. I hadn’t realised that my ignorance had lured me that far.

Mxm why was I hurting over a guy, a human being (how stupid of me), was this "suffering" necessary? Questions started flooding my mind. I longed for peace. As much as it hurt me, I had to FORGIVE, I had to let go.

Truth be told, having resentment on someone else is not going to solve your problem, but will only make it stronger.

“Pain has a way of clipping our wings and keeping us from being able to fly and if left unresolved for a very long time, you can almost forget that you were even created to fly in the first place”, the shack.

Stop holding on to your past hurts, you still have a life ahead.

FORGIVE!

Welcome to existence :)

   

DUTY AHEAD!

We quiver in our seats and chew our finger nails out of concern, impatiently waiting for news. Journalists, who’s mission  is to redefine and improve journalism, in the interest of audiences whose right it is to receive proper, tested and verified information, and whose role it is to inform the public, representing the people within a society and acting as watchdogs.

An essential part of democracy is freedom of speech, with the extremely large number of voices in our society, therefore we as gate-keepers should provide a full opportunity for the society to inquire, question, exchange ideas and experience the responsibility and rights of a free press. “For to be free isn’t merely to cast off one’s chains, but to live in a way that respects and enhances the freedom of others”, Nelson Mandela.

 As Martin Luther King jnr says, “our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter”…so allow me to be your messenger, as it is my duty as a future journalist to break off the chains of slavery, freeing the future and to witness the history.

We can’t become what we need to be by remaining silent, for we are the change that we seek… SPEAK! feel free to voice your opinion.

Welcome to existence!

:)