Buzzword = Recession: Like the delayed time-lag it takes for most things to hit this continent, i am kinda impressed that the effects of the "recesssion " (say in hushed, low tones for dramatic effect) have reached us by April already.
You see, people were quite confidently declaring that this side of the world wouldn't be affected, but i wasn't hearing that, and had my predictions set for the end of May 2009.
However, with down-played lay-offs and retrenchments gaining pace and company head's calling big meetings to discuss how, and i quote, "Deadweight will be 'let' go". I would like to formally declare that This Is Not A Drill, The Recession is Upon Us.
Job security and all things money related are on the top's of everyone's mind. My job, a constant source of anguish for me of late, has suddenly started looking good...real good. I mean, how could i have taken things like a consistant source of income, Medical Aid and a Work Visa for granted?
From now on i am gonna play the role of the perfect employee, i really don't need to be giving people a reason to give me the boot and force me into a marriage of convenience so as to remain in the country, ah the trials and tribulations of The Economic Refugee :-)
My attempts at frugality this weekend, had me attempting to recreate a home spa type vibe. I gave myself a pedicure (saved R120), washed and styled my own hair (a gruelling feat that probably saved me R170), got my girl to get us on the guest list of the local club (saving me R150) and a charming friend sponsored my drinks that night (R100 i will estimate).
Sadly there were some weak moments, i found myself ordering the not-so-cheap Lamb dish at a friend's dinner and washing it down with some pretty pricey cocktails, thereby setting me back by a couple R200, eish.
The quest to limit my expenses continues.
Feel free to volunteer a few pointers in keeping me outta the red :-)
Guess who's 29? Approaching 30 tends to put most people in a funk, the same also applies for countries too. My beloved country, Zimbabwe, turned 29 over the weekend and it was a pretty sober affair.
Okay, the countless club sessions, braai's/barbeque's, music playlists that were hosted and created on this side on the world on Saturday weren't what i would call sober, but it just felt odd to be celebrating, in the true sense of the word. It's hard to celebrate when you know the harsh realities that your people back home are experiencing.
How can one celebrate when; healthcare is a foreign concept to sick children, when clean water...or any water is a right reserved for the very wealthy, when Hunger is every man's companion and Fear is every man's warden.
Celebrate is definitely the wrong word to use here. "Acknowledgment" seems to be a better fit.
Acknowledgment of those who risked life and limb to liberate my people. Acknowledgement of the sacrifices made so that i, a born-free, would have the luxury of never knowing what it's like to be treated like a second rate citizen on the land of my ancestors.
In acknowledging the past, one can't help but acknowledge the present and realise we haven't lived up to the expectations. The 18th of April is no longer a day of celebration, but a day of acknowledgment...acknowledgment of the past, acknowledgement of the present and currently, an acknowledgment of guilt.
All i can think of is...How did we let this happen?
Vote & Be Heard: This Wednesday South African's are taking the polls to Vote. Before, no black South African would have had any doubt as to where their vote lay or which political party would receive their backing.
However, in the last few months, scepticism and disappointment has led to some apathy among the younger black voters, to the point that some are declaring they shall not vote.
In the words of Malcolm X, "Tis the hinge that squeaks, that gets the grease."
Vote and Be Heard, no matter your political leanings.
On that note, let me be out and start working on being Employee of the Year. A bad job is waaaaaaaaaaaaaay better than no job (can i get an Amen!).
Happy Monday chickens,