Dahlings.
How are you? I'm fine thanks.
So, I've been thinking about current world events and specifically my beloved country South Africa. I love this country and continent so much, I have it tattooed on my back. True. Story.
I have realised that SA has Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD). Here under are the consequences:
We have psycho leadership.
...and I get why they are psychos. Most of them were freedom fighters. They were conditioned to survive & thrive under extreme human conditions. Imagine you are born into an oppressive system where you have to fight for your birth right and basic human rights by PEOPLE WHO ARE NOT EVEN FROM YOUR COUNTRY! Imagine watching your family members, friends, peers, colleagues being tortured - to death in many instances - because they were born 'the wrong skin color'. Imagine that from the day you were born until your 50's you were in a militant environment. Imagine you have had to torture to help your people and even killed to save yourself and many others. Imagine being imprisoned for life and the only food you would get that week was waste from the other inmates. Imagine where you slept for decades was also your toilet. There are so many other scenarios that I can only imagine. I am heart broken just imagining it. Hell, I have PTSD from just typing all these scenarios.
This is why our leaders have no feeling when they steal, kill and destroy. This is because many of them suffer from PTSD. Am I a doctor? Yes, because I watched every Greys' Anatomy episode. Seriously, it's a bold statement to make but it doesn't take a genius to see that.
I remember when my mother was telling me about what she had seen on the news. She said she saw one of the prominent members of the ruling party saying "I did not become a freedom fighter so I can be poor" and she said "This is not the ANC that I know". I remember her being so despondent. I get it, nobody wants to be poor. I break my back everyday studying, working, doing the things so I am financially set. Would I get rich at the expense of millions of people though? PTSD.
Our parents went through the oppression...
...and we suffer the consequences of it. The oppressive system made it hard for families to remain together. Men had leave their families in the villages to find employment. Sometimes years would go by and would not see their families because all the money they had, they sent back home. This started a trend where many men would have concubines in the city and have kids with the concubines. These kids ended up not having fathers who were engaged in their lives - both the village and city kids.
My mother was locked up for supposedly stealing a bed. A WHOLE bed guys. Come on now. She didn't but because she was black and was vocal against the then government she was victimised. Her parents experienced oppression and she suffered the consequences which means her kids suffered the consequences. PTSD.
My personal experiences
I am grateful. So grateful for all the privileges (read human rights) that I have. The idea that I can live wherever I want - in theory. I have freedom of movement within the country. I remember two years ago when I drove and touched 7 of the 9 provinces in one month.
I have anger a lot of times towards the coloniser. Anger for the times where I was called a 'good black' or 'coconut' or 'kafir' and being treated substandard in many instances as a child and even into my adulthood. Having white kids hurling comments about me being a monkey and their parents looked on. The list goes on and on. These instances have left such a bad taste in my mouth. My white counterparts tell me to 'just get over it and move on'. lol.
White people and propaganda
...whether you liked it or not, it was law for every white man to become a soldier. And then propaganda. They also have PTSD from their experiences in the war in some African regions. Imagine propaganda and PTSD - then you become the CEO of a major company. What a great combination.
We suffer the consequences.
The enemy comes to steal, kill and destroy...
There is light, though, at the end of the tunnel. The more we become aware of this, the more we will able to deal and heal. Conversations and actions.
See you soon.
xo
Stellah
How are you? I'm fine thanks.
So, I've been thinking about current world events and specifically my beloved country South Africa. I love this country and continent so much, I have it tattooed on my back. True. Story.
I have realised that SA has Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD). Here under are the consequences:
We have psycho leadership.
...and I get why they are psychos. Most of them were freedom fighters. They were conditioned to survive & thrive under extreme human conditions. Imagine you are born into an oppressive system where you have to fight for your birth right and basic human rights by PEOPLE WHO ARE NOT EVEN FROM YOUR COUNTRY! Imagine watching your family members, friends, peers, colleagues being tortured - to death in many instances - because they were born 'the wrong skin color'. Imagine that from the day you were born until your 50's you were in a militant environment. Imagine you have had to torture to help your people and even killed to save yourself and many others. Imagine being imprisoned for life and the only food you would get that week was waste from the other inmates. Imagine where you slept for decades was also your toilet. There are so many other scenarios that I can only imagine. I am heart broken just imagining it. Hell, I have PTSD from just typing all these scenarios.
This is why our leaders have no feeling when they steal, kill and destroy. This is because many of them suffer from PTSD. Am I a doctor? Yes, because I watched every Greys' Anatomy episode. Seriously, it's a bold statement to make but it doesn't take a genius to see that.
I remember when my mother was telling me about what she had seen on the news. She said she saw one of the prominent members of the ruling party saying "I did not become a freedom fighter so I can be poor" and she said "This is not the ANC that I know". I remember her being so despondent. I get it, nobody wants to be poor. I break my back everyday studying, working, doing the things so I am financially set. Would I get rich at the expense of millions of people though? PTSD.
Our parents went through the oppression...
...and we suffer the consequences of it. The oppressive system made it hard for families to remain together. Men had leave their families in the villages to find employment. Sometimes years would go by and would not see their families because all the money they had, they sent back home. This started a trend where many men would have concubines in the city and have kids with the concubines. These kids ended up not having fathers who were engaged in their lives - both the village and city kids.
My mother was locked up for supposedly stealing a bed. A WHOLE bed guys. Come on now. She didn't but because she was black and was vocal against the then government she was victimised. Her parents experienced oppression and she suffered the consequences which means her kids suffered the consequences. PTSD.
My personal experiences
I am grateful. So grateful for all the privileges (read human rights) that I have. The idea that I can live wherever I want - in theory. I have freedom of movement within the country. I remember two years ago when I drove and touched 7 of the 9 provinces in one month.
I have anger a lot of times towards the coloniser. Anger for the times where I was called a 'good black' or 'coconut' or 'kafir' and being treated substandard in many instances as a child and even into my adulthood. Having white kids hurling comments about me being a monkey and their parents looked on. The list goes on and on. These instances have left such a bad taste in my mouth. My white counterparts tell me to 'just get over it and move on'. lol.
White people and propaganda
...whether you liked it or not, it was law for every white man to become a soldier. And then propaganda. They also have PTSD from their experiences in the war in some African regions. Imagine propaganda and PTSD - then you become the CEO of a major company. What a great combination.
We suffer the consequences.
The enemy comes to steal, kill and destroy...
There is light, though, at the end of the tunnel. The more we become aware of this, the more we will able to deal and heal. Conversations and actions.
See you soon.
xo
Stellah
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