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25 Thursday May 2017
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10 Monday Apr 2017
17 Friday Mar 2017
Posted in General
It’s just time to blog again. Truth be told I don’t have the time to write a well formulated, planned and edited blog. There are many important little things that happened so I’m just going to bullet point.
.…PS: Happy St. Patrick’s Day y’all for today
May your blessings outnumber the shamrocks that grow, And may trouble avoid you, wherever you go. 
26 Sunday Feb 2017
Posted in General, Opinion Post
Well that’s according to Paula Marais, the publisher who has taken responsibility for Rainbow Nation Navigation: A Practical Guide to South African cultures. Actually, I personally don’t believe Paula is such a bad person – she just did what in my opinion all human beings do, whether they willing to admit it or not. We stereotype.
I’m not sure why though, probably driven by potential financial gain, did she think she was going to get away with it, without being on the receiving end of some backlash. Most of us just stereotype others in private conversations or in various forms of personal communique.
Admittedly, I would have loved to see what she wrote about other cultures, to judge for myself if she was just being blatantly racist towards coloured people, or if she really applied the same idiotic mentality throughout and misrepresented other cultures too. I unfortunately can’t get hold the book because it’s been withdrawn by the publisher.
Look the point of this blog is not to blast the lady. I did a bit of research before I started writing and I found an audio clip where she apologised and told her side of the story. She explained how she is making amends and then stated that she has been ridiculed and even threatened as a result of the book. Me…., I accept her apology although based on some of the excepts from the book that I found I still feel I have justification to blog about the incident and say “Really Paula Marais and Co., what were you thinking?”
The one except I read which wasn’t so bad was: “Coloured People also have baby showers. If you’re invited to one of these‚ then here are some hints: – Hand-me-downs are acceptable gifts‚ although in the younger generation‚ this is becoming rare.” Really…….
I’m almost 40 years old, and even if I tried to remember how many baby showers I’ve been to or organised, I could not, there were so many. Yet I honestly cannot recall hand-me-downs being doled out, not even once. There may have been, since I did not make mental notes of this with scientific rigour, but for the life of me I can’t remember second hand toys, clothes or toiletries being passed off as a stock standard gift.
Another excerpt reads: “There’s a little (unacceptable) thing called ‘vat en sit’‚ which refers to a man moving in with his girlfriend and‚ often‚ letting her pay for his expenses. In some cases the girlfriend falls pregnant. She then returns to her mother and makes peace with her (usually by apologising). The girlfriend moves back in with her and then has the child‚ She then leaves the child with the mother and returns to the boyfriend.” What? Really…read that again. Because I had to read again to make sure that I read that properly.
Now that’s a part of the book just ruffles my little coloured feathers. That’s not satirical Paula Marais and Co. That’s just plain rude, in addition to racially typecasting that to the coloured community. The behaviour you refer to exists yes, but is not exclusively coloured. The actor Jack Nicholson as example.
That being said I don’t know if she just implies it’s only more common place in the coloured community than that black, white or indian community. I do however know from my 40 years of personal experience, there in not a single person that I can think of in my community or in my circle of coloured friends that did that.
Then another:“In spite of their friendly and welcoming nature, coloured people can be quite defensive about their culture and identity. They feel they always stuck in the middle between other cultures” This one makes me wonder, did she pay her interviewees to say things that they thought would be entertaining even if it does not make sense? Like what really? I tried understanding what that meant. I wondered what has being friendly and welcoming have to do with being defensive about our culture? Aren’t most people on the planet friendly and welcoming but if you said anything untoward about their culture they take offense? Or did she mean coloured people feel the need to defend their culture if you say something random about them… I only have a M degree in Quality. Maybe when I have the PhD I could possibly make sense of that.
I could do a review of all the stupid excerpts I read, but that’s boring, and I’m over Paula Marais and Co. already. I’ll end up negating each one so I’ll just mention one last one because this one is rather hilarious. It reads: The youths are very concerned about appearances and they like to show their money by wearing it in the form of designer clothes or lavish jewelry. This is in stark contrast with many people of the older generation who are frequently seen in their slippers. Some women go a little further than this and can be seen wearing nightgowns till late in the day”. The only nightgown I have is one I bought 14 years ago for when I went into hospital to give birth to my son. The only other time I wore it again was when I went back into hospital to give birth to my daughter. I better check if I still have it, so I can start wearing it again. Or perhaps I’m just not a coloured woman after all – because I don’t personally relate to any of this.
Jokes aside, truthfully I am getting a little tired of how racist we all still are. No one particular South African race, – we all are racist. I recently referred to someone as white, when a friend pointed out to me that I did not have to use the colour of his skin to describe him in the context of our conversation. I was trying to describe his behaviour which I perceived to be haughty, but So true – it wasn’t necessary. I’m guilty of that. I’m not suggesting we be overly sensitive about this but since then I have become more aware of it. There comes a time in everyone’s lives when you need to make a conscientious decision to stop the racism and practice it. Like stopping smoking – it won’t happen unless you have the will to do it.
Besides that, I suspect we also accuse people of being racist when they really are just bad people. If someone says something nasty and it’s directed at someone of another race we say that person is a racist. But I think there is a case to be made for some events where racism is just a symptom, not the root cause of bad or nasty behaviour. I’m referring to Riaan Lucas’s racist meme after Joost van der Westhuizen passed away. I don’t know the guy but I believe that he probably kicks his dog, and yells at his neighbour and won’t give the coloured kids who accidentally kick their ball into his property their ball back. His meme was in really bad taste, but more than it being racist it was downright unfeeling and disrespectful to Joost and his grieving family.
I think if all South Africans just actually made an effort to be better people in general, then racism would go away. If there is enough goodness in us to truly treat each other with dignity, our own race groups and other race groups. Funny enough my PhD is on culture. The simplest definition I found of culture is “shared values”. Goodness and respect for others are values I think we can all share. I believe there is enough goodness in us South Africans to accomplish this yet.
03 Tuesday Jan 2017
Posted in General
So Happy New Year everlybuddy
Yes I know I promised to share the latest development with the PhD, but I’d prefer to wait just a little bit until certain aspects have been 100% confirmed. So in the meantime, I dug in the archives and found a little story I wrote a few years ago when I started surfing. It’s one of my favourite stories of all those I’ve written…..
When I tell people who’ve known me for a while now that I’ve started surfing, I get an assortment of response ranging from “Cool!” to “I knew you were crazy”. Last Sunday when I mentioned to my mom that a friend finally convinced me to pickle along with him to Kung Fu classes, she couldn’t hide the fact that she thought that that would be a much better hobby for me to have than surfing. I know from my mom’s point of view, it’s kind of her job to be worried about me, so despite the hard time I usually give her about everything she’d rather have me on dry land than the prospect of me possibly being “that” part of the food chain. I think for most of my friends however they see the appeal that something like surfing has for me, but I’m pretty sure there might be some thinking, uuuhmm another one of her attention seeking ploys. I won’t deny, that there are indeed times I certainly do things deliberately for attention, ya, ya no use hiding, you know me – part of my make-up, I sometimes have the tendency to demand attention from time to time, but no no, I honestly don’t believe this one falls in the same category. I will admit however, although saying I surf does satisfy my need for getting attention to a certain extent, however, honestly, it means so much more to me.
So last week a friend gave me a Jack Johnson CD, and listening to track no. 14 of Thicker than Water, got me thinking about this whole surfing thing.
For me surfing is a lot like a metaphor for real life in so many ways. I’ve always thought when I heard people talking about catching a wave, it was just a saying or cute phrase to say you’re going surfing – it’s not. When you surf, it really literally is all about catching up to a wave.
See in order to surf, your board has to be going at the same momentum as the wave you’re trying to ride, in fact a little faster than that taking into consideration that at a point you’ve gotta jump up and mount yourself on the board to be able to ride the wave. If you and your board are not going just slightly faster as you mount and your weight hits the board, the wave will definitely pass you if you weren’t in the right position. Sound similar to real life maybe?
Like real life there are kinds of waves that head our way, most of the time a person is not even sure what exactly the next wave will be like – sure you see the wave coming, but and yet my humble experience surfing, sometimes what looks like a hectic wave approaching turns out to be too weak to pick up my board, and yet there are times it feels like a powerful wave just materialized from nowhere. Whether or not you see the wave coming, sometimes you are in fact ready and sometimes you’re just not.
There are times you’re just not fast enough for that wave and you feel the wave’s power carrying your board but then follows that feeling we can all relate to, the wave passes you, leaving you behind in it’s trail. Other times you paddle furiously and then jump up only to realize you jumped up too soon – the wave hadn’t yet caught up to your speed thus meaning you on the board but the dang thing wasn’t under you yet, so then the wave actually does pass you;-), in the end leaving you behind anyway. Consider the times when you had it all going, but you gave up paddling too soon, only realizing afterward, just a few more strokes then you would have had it, but the moment and the wave is gone already.
There are also those times when you actually are going fast enough but feeling the power of the wave under you is just so amazing that you decide not to even make an attempt to mount, so you close your eyes and just ride that wave flat belly on the board all the way to the surf while thinking to yourself “If I crash into a granny out for her morning swim, I’ll just say sorry and offer to buy her lunch”.
Reading waves is another science all on its own. I’ve just started so I’m not very good at all, however I’ve seen that even my experienced instructor doesn’t judge each wave 100% each time. Besides that there are external factors which play a role, like the wind and currents playing with waves so you can end up riding one wave and crashing into another heading in a different direction, or riding one wave with another on its tail pushing it on……no words can describe what a cool feeling that is. Sometimes however the one wave pilfers power from the other, so they kind of peter each other out. However even on the weakest or crappiest waves, I’ve seen though how experienced surfers can catch almost any wave by either judging the right speed of it or compensating by changing position on the board.
No matter what wave you riding, it’s awesome feeling when you mount the board, get into a semi crouch position and ride the wave to the shoreline, and to do that you need to have at a least a certain amount of physical and mental strength, to get out there with the big boys. Look there is always the option of playing on the shoreline with the kids, and ya sure, nothing wrong with that, I love doing that too, but it’s not the same as getting out there and surfing.
About 2 weeks ago on a Saturday, the surf was really rough and conditions were bad, having only a board shorts and rash vest instead of a wetsuit on, I ended up with scratches and bruises on my body (I haven’t a cooking clue how that happened and what could have scratched me either), but besides that I’d hiked up Platteklip Gorge Table Mountain earlier the morning and only had a handful of nuts and a yoghurt while driving to the mountain for breakfast. When I got to the beach, after 45 minutes in the rough waters, I started experiencing mild hypothermia. I can’t recall experiencing anything like that before, it was just weird. I had to get out of the water and I realized how dumb I’d been to have such a measly breakfast beforehand. My point being, that’s the way it happens in real life too, we get so caught up in what we are doing at the time, that at the time we forget to take care of ourselves.
Then there was last Sunday, when my favourite red watch came off while surfing. One minute I checked the time was 10:47 and the next minute (ok, I don’t really know it was the next – watch being gone and all ;-P) there was nothing on my wrist. It wasn’t nice to lose a such favoured item, so I admit I looked around a bit but I realized it was pointless to even try and search. There are times that life is like that too.
So that’s why I reckon, life is kinda like surfing, catching a wave or not, or letting it pass, but mostly it’s about trying, and keeping on trying, even if you lose your balance and end up doing circus tricks off the board and into the water… if you ever try surfing, I bet you’ll just get back on the board and try to catch the next one.
While riding a wave you caught is awesome, there is also something to be said about that moment just after the wave throws you off the board and you go under water. You hold your breath, and the cold salty water goes into your nose and ears, burning and feeling refreshing at the same time. Your body swings, and as you go deeper it’s feels like you doing a dance with the current, kind of naturally spinning you. You go deeper in so the board passes over your head and then the wave passes. Even if you failed to catch the wave, in a way I can’t explain, it still feels so cool, like it was worth the try. For me, that’s the real essence of surfing, what surfing’s about. No, not saying so cos I’m still falling off more wave than I’m actually catching 🙂
If you get a chance, have a listen to that track. Surfing’s really like Native American Indian chant explains
Witchi tai tau, Kemorah, Hora Niko, Hora Niko
Hey Ne, Hey He, No-ah
Water Spirit feeling springing round in my head
Makes me feel glad that I’m not dead.
Ya that’s what it’s about for me too, No fear, No regrets, Don’t Panic and whatever happens don’t forget to breathe……just not underwater k
25 Sunday Dec 2016
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23 Friday Dec 2016
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27 Sunday Nov 2016
Posted in General, Opinion Post, Purely Academic
“Don’t it always seem to go, that you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone. They paved paradise and put up a parking lot”
I am simply loving this Counting Crows song. Playing it on repeat. We have just finished our first week of exams at CPUT – successfully! Thank you Jesus. True story,a few weeks ago I really did not think we would be able to salvage any of the 2016 academic year. Small mercy. As last week transpired, we all waited with baited breath. Everyone in flight mode on stand-by. I traded my high heels for flat shoes this week. Some colleagues used public transport to come to work – not wanting to risk their cars being burnt by student protesters, if unrest flared up again. As Monday became Friday the uneasy peace settled. With every exam that was written we started breathing easier. I think we actually, yes might actually just get through this.
We would be fools to believe that we are not going to still feel seriously severe repercussions due to the extensive and violent #FeesMustFall protests. For now the violence has dissipated and we left with trying to put the pieces together again. But it will be years to recover completely. I do not think we can even start counting all the hidden costs.
As we were preparing for exam, security was a giant concern – not only for staff but for students too. Someone hit the nail on the head amidst the uncertainty during our preparations when the comment was made, “Now after the protests, CPUT does not even have the money to hire special security to ensure safety during exams“. Because of the protests, the ultimate reason for the very existence of the university was compromised. Short sighted gains for long term impact. Yes they paved paradise and put up a parking lot.

A week and a half ago I was really angry. CPUT is historically the poor cousin of all the universities in the Western Cape. Yet a quick google search will reveal some sterling minds and work have come from CPUT – Fsati is one example. See: http://www.cput.ac.za/blogs/fsati/
But sadly in the past two months, the overriding impression that has been made in my mind is that there are a number of CPUT students who want to cripple their own university. In one podcast of a student mass meeting I heard, a CPUT student leader was telling his followers that they should go as far as even disrupting essential services, namely Tygerberg Hospital when it was discovered that the hospital granted permission for exams to take place on their premises. Admittedly I have remind myself, to convince myself that this radical sentiment characterizes the minority of CPUT students. I’m not incredibly proud, but will also admit that in my seething anger last week, a part of me wished, and felt that justice would be served if the university could no longer operate at all. What if there was no CPUT… and then what? Little by little they were breaking CPUT down. I don’t think they stopped for a moment to think they were going too far.
I guess we could say they are just students – they don’t know better. I do however feel that each one of us has a voice inside of us that tells us, if you have something valuable then treat it with appreciation darn it. Value it! There might be justifiable reasons why you feel things are not going your way, however you need to value what you have. Don’t take it for granted. Perhaps the students will still learn. Hopefully they have already learnt. Hopefully CPUT has learnt. They should have taken a harder line with the students from the beginning. But what is done is done.
And so the unrelenting human spirit continues. We pick ourselves up, we dust ourselves off. For some more difficult than others, but we have no choice but to take all those broken pieces and start again. Marking underway, exams underway, and we start planning again. Next year will be tough, but it will be a new year – a chance for a fresh start. I’m proud to be part of CPUT. 
Then lastly I have some happy news to share. I will explain details in my next blog. Because the details have not yet been finalised, I cannot say too much as yet. But I can say that it is related to the PhD, and it is really big news. It will entail a great deal of input and sacrifice from me, but if all goes well it is another blessing that humbles me and makes me say out loud, Our Father is faithful. Having a meeting tomorrow at 14:00, so I might post about it next week or the week after.
20 Sunday Nov 2016
Posted in Family and Friends, General
This weekend I saw someone, a friend from what seems like a lifetime ago. Dugald Cloete. In the circle of friends he was referred to as Duke. He was a really cool guy. I think the last time I saw him, before this Saturday past, was when I was visiting another friend who worked at a bank in Stellenbosch. I must have been 8 months pregnant when I bumped into him in the elevator. He worked at the same bank as friend I was visiting. Dugald was his usual friendly cool self, and I was very self conscious. I thought I looked like an elephant. Made some light hearted conversation and said goodbye. That was 12 years ago.
When I saw him on Saturday, it was shortly before the start of a trail run we were about to do. He didn’t see me, and I decided rather not to go to him to say hello. 12 years to catch up was a long time and I wasn’t in the mood. After the race, as my boyfriend and I left the wine farm where the trail run took place, we saw an ambulance enter the premises. It was an unusal sight for a wine farm, but perhaps someone twisted an ankle.
This Sunday morning when I opened FaceBook, I discovered Dugald had a heart attack and passed away at the age of 38. He never finished the trail run.
Life is short.
I will cherish mine. And I will reach out when new experiences cross my path. No fear, no regrets. And I shall love. That is why we here I think. That is the greatest gift we can give ourselves first, and then the people around us is to love. We make a difference in this world by the way we love.
I’ll do a speed synopsis of the past six months just one, no two of the biggest topics since my last blog post, my PhD and #FeesMustFall.
PhD = speedbump. No, not speed bump, … detour?….no…a fender bender is a more apt description. Started to pilot my PhD study. I thought I knew what I was doing. But a few things came up that derailed me. In retrospect, true story, looking at my work now think I was on the wrong path in any case. My ideas were not well developed yet. There were too many holes in my PhD story for me to analyse the data properly.
All good. When I started writing again I started telling a better story. And as I am writing, the gaps in my previous story are becoming more and more evident. I was arrogant to think I could really rush it the way I was trying to.
My fender bender, for those who are wondering, came in the form of:
Hhmmmnnn, …Guilty much Bronwyn? I must ask. Why bother even explain? Perhaps, yeah. Oh well. Happy to announce I am back to the grindstone. Yay!
The Fees Must Fall protest movement started again. In summary, I’m disgusted at the protesting students. I have sympathy for people, all people who struggle in life. I believe that I have an idea of what it is like to struggle against a seemingly impossible force. I will not be arrogant and claim that I understand poverty the way that some of my students experience it, however I reject the notion and the sentiment or attitude that accompanied the student protests. The attitude I refer to is “Because I struggle, I will make your life unbearable, regardless of the fact that you are an innocent bystander”
That attitude is unacceptable. That attitude does not belong in My South Africa. There are underlying tones of racial hatred I got to see first hand. I was a witness and part of a group of lecturers who stood outside our building waiting for security guards to open the doors one morning, when a group of protesting students approached us. Without provocation or justification, one of them aggressively pointed to a white lecturer and flung accusations based on race at the lecturer. In my opinion, that student is the racist! That student is the person who does not belong.
This situation is more than just Fees Must Fall. The situation is a political one. At the end of the day, a university is after all a business. Yes I agree, that it shouldn’t and cannot be run as a profit driven institute, however just like every other business, there are expenses that have to be paid. The last time I heard, Eskom was charging universities the same amount of money per unit of electricity they consume as what other South Africans pay. Same goes for printing ink etc. etc. etc. Even when the university explained this, the students continued to make unbelievably unreasonable demands.
Their attitude reminded me of a two year old toddler pushing the boundaries and demanding the impossible. It is difficult for me to understand, how a rational thinking university student, having passed matric could think that their demands were justifiable. Demands such as previously suspended students (these are students who were suspended for a reason) should be granted blanket amnesty and be allowed to return to the place where they caused trouble. How on earth is that logical?…, I wonder to myself. The long term consequences of giving in to that demand would irrevocably eat at the moral fiber and conscious of these young adults. Giving in to such a demand, would do more harm than good. A university should be preparing students for real life, molding them and teaching them the way things work. When the university that I work for did that, they failed the students. Our protesting students might think they have won, but no they haven’t. It will bite them, come back to bite them. Sadly they are South Africa’s next working force. It won’t only bite them on a personal level – it will bite our whole country. This was just one of a host of demands they made, which the university handled so badly. By his own admission, the vice chancellor of CPUT said we needed to “buy peace”.
I don’t envy university management. I’m not passing judgement even though I know I sound critical. They have the most arduos difficult task, possibly in the world. If I was in that position, I don’t know if I would have done a better job of managing. However what transpired was certainly not right or fair to the non-protesting students or the staff. I joked with one of my brothers and told him I thought CPUT should pay some fees back to those students who were not able to get all the lessons they paid for due to protests. After all, when you pay for any service, including lessons, if you don’t get what you paid for, you should get your money back….no?
I could go on and on. But I won’t. Bottom line is I feel that this has more to do with South African politics than fees. This is a problem that should have been directed at our government, not so much at university management. However universities are easy targets, so the illogical toddler throws his toys at the university, not understanding it’s not the university that is responsible for the inequality we still see in South African society,…. It is in fact our corrupt and weak current South African government.
Be that as it may, Fees Must Fall did two things for me. First it propelled me to use technology to teach and engage with my students more than ever before. I have always championed the cause of using technology for teaching. I’ve been an ardent technology user but even more than before, I got onto our learner management system like a fly on poo. If I was good before, I know that I am better now. Second it afforded me time to reflect. Without PhD in my career, I really won’t get very far. Like a thump to my head, I was reminded that PhD is more important that all of the items I mentioned in my fender blender, aside from the relationship. All of those items are rubber balls, while the PhD and Stephen and my Femilyum are glass balls. All of the rubber balls would bounce back if I dropped it. It was time for me to treat the rubber balls in my life like rubber balls, and the glass balls, like glass balls.
Then I started writing again. What was really good was I looked at my work with fresh eyes. I hope I that I don’t have to stop to re-prioritize in such a big way again. Of course life “will happen again” and it wont be plain sailing.
But hopefully, I will remember that I need to keep on living without fear, and keep on loving without fear.
RIP Dugald. #PartOfThePlan #Stones