Where are our heroes

We make it so easy for people of other races to insults us and keep us below the food chain. We want economic emancipation, but the people in charge of the economy cannot take us seriously if we have people among us eating grass and testifying that it takes like Macaronni Pasta. Steve Biko would be so disappointed in the self-hate reigning among the black population. 

When police force of a black government gun down its people like flies. It is reminiscent of the dark days of apartheid when it was clear that a black life is cheap and could end any time. We hate ourselves so much we view our own people's call for drinking water as a nuisance. We oppress each other. 

Pastor Lesego Daniel is a great example that the self-hate is not among our politicians alone. He uses religion to degrade, insult and ridicule the black race. I tend to agree that a traumatised nation is very likely to continue inflicting pain on its own. 

We have no heroes. We have nothing tomcling on as a sign of hope. Tue good crop of black men that wanted dignity given back to black people are dead! Their ideals died with them. We want to be happy.  But where are our heroes. Simphiwe Dana highlights this in her song Ndim Nawe. We need heroes. We need Sheroes. We need a bit more than hope.

So it is time, I believe, we follow people of Mothotlung and Marikana. Let us mot be discouraged by the guns and the power they have. We gave it to them and so we should strip them off the power. Let us be our own heroes.