Bracken High will get its R750 000 netball court....Vumani Bo!!

VUMANI BOOOO!!!!

As the ancestor of Bracken High class of 2000. I want to prophecy.... So,can I get an Amen!!! From the readers of this blog. Those who are Christians and those who are not....Just say, Aaaamen!!!! Or better yet, can we do this the African style way....I say, Vumani Bo!!!

Can all those who believe that the ancestors of South Africa can make things happen, say Siyavuma. I say, Vumani Boo!!! Well my fellow readers, a couple of months ago. My son and I visited Bracken High school... Vumani Bo!!! On our visit, we met a young white gentleman by the name of of Nick Nunes.... Vumani Bo!!! Nick is the founder of Go Alumni. This is an online platform that is set up to link past and present learners of the school based in Alberton Area, Gauteng South Africa....Vumani Bo!!!

This gentleman, who also hails in the Alberton area, told us of his plans to revive the now deteriorating Bracken High School structure with the help of past students... Vumani Bo!!! According to annonymous sources of the blog, since I left the school and the province in early 2000s.

Alliens and witches who could not even speak English invaded the area and run down the school...Vumani Booo!!! Former teachers were bullied and left powerless when they tried to confront the alliens and those that remained couldn't really speak or had any one to turn to about the alliens abuse of power....Vumani Booo!!! The Alliens did as they wished, running the beloved school to the ground and only to hand it over to the newly appointed principal, Mr Mochaki in the shadow of its former glory. It is said that MR Mochaki has done many things in the school since his appointment in 2023 this includes the upgrade of the entrance of the school. On top of Mr Nick Nunes to do list is the upgrade of a netball court of the school. On the Go Alumni page, almost R5 000 has been raised and he is calling on all former student to come and help make the netball dream come true. "It doesnt matter how much you contribute, it could be R100 monthly" said Nunes who is planning a reunion for former learners soon. To date, the site has registered about 196 Alumni from the school that was formed in 1981 with the aim of being an institution of excellence, dedicated to producing responsible well rounded and capable citizens like me. I was straight out of Woolhope High in Malabar, Port Elizabeth when I joined the school in 1998.

Having been a grade A students in Mathematics and Science in the Indian school for two years 1996 and 1997. This after running away in Gauteng When a former Afrikaans school, Help My Kaar in Braamfontein,now known as Rand Girls High was forcing me to repeat grade eight also known as standard six even though I had passed. The school then had a programme called standard six bridging class. Clever and intellegent me, who had passed with flying colours at my art primary school...The Open School On the Move in down town Johannesburg.

The same student who attended Saturday classes at PACE senior secondary school in Jabulani Soweto. The girl who went to Christian camps to learn how to swim in order to be prepared for the former white school. As well as assisted by senior mathematics studdents at Youth Alive Ministries Dube Soweto in order to cope at these schools was told in January of the school beginning that I have failed a year that I haven't even started studying. Yes, I stick it out for 12 months thinking the teachers and the department of education had made some mistake or it was a test but when that report came saying I passed standard six bridging class, I went looking for a school that was serious about me doing the next grade. So I said bye bye to Johannesburg and hello Port Elizabeth. Luckily for me, the Indian school welcomed me with open arms like all the other students. Boy, I did excell in both grade nine and ten with mathematics and science my majors. I still had an attitude towards Afrikaans and this together with the change of province, culture, language and everything else affected my grade 11 class. Mr McKelvin who had done my interview to the school had predicted my failure and the everything that might cause it. There was no arguing with him at the end of that year. I had seen for my self where I was battling.

I had not chosen Geography out of interest. I took computer science even when I had no computer at home and couldn't do the home work or understood it. I had an attitude towards Afrikaans and it was a the school's second language so to say, I had failed it made sense to me. I was battling the whole year. I knew now I needed to drop the computer science subject because I couldn't do the homework nor understood it. I changed Geography to Business Economics because I have always been a business person and it made sense to do business than geography. I still understood maths and science and received good results in both subjects plus they were easy for me so keeping them also made sense. All in all, this was a failure that was out of love and correction. The standard six failure for me then was out of hatred and was not explainable, it was dictated and no matter how much I improved my results during that year still the witches had forseen the future and my God was refusing to bow down.

Coming to Bracken high though, the Alumni has registered 196 students to date. Nick want to create a school legacy by helping the school either raise funds or anyone with skills to do anything come and volunteer. There are planned Alumni programmes that will kick off next year. This includes the reunions of all the ancestors from 1981 when the school was established.

Witches bow down TCR has got love

Muli bwanji everybody and welcome to my blog this week. Ok, I know you wondering what the word Muli bwanji means hehehe.

Yha, nhe! If you don't mingle with the people from the other countries in the dark Continent of Africa...I guess you will never know. But luckily for you my wonderful and beautiful readers, your intellegent girl from South Africa has got your back. Yes, I mean the same girl who spent years in Alexandra Township and gooi a Tsotsi Taal daar n daar. Muli bwanji is saying hallo in Chichewa language.This language is spoken mostly in Malawi and a recognised minority in Zambia and Mozambique.

Now, you must be wondering, what does the South African girl, worse one who lives few killometres from the notorious Alexandra Township pics up Chichewa language. I don't blame you readers for your confusion. I mean, the whole world knows my country, especially the ones of my colour "black" in particular as Xenophobic and hate fellow africans. Well,to feed your curiocity.During the COVID19 shut down, with majority of churches shut down etc.

My boy and I had the previllage of spending time at the Tebarnacle Church for all Remanats. Down in the township of Cosmo City, Randburg.

The South African church that I attended in Sandton Johannesburg, Rivers Church was of course closed due to COVID19. During that time, the witches were not sleeping or closed.

They were also so after me and my boy, desperately wanting my property and almost everything I owe including my life. Two powers were at play, they wanted to prove that they were powerful and the The Witchcraft Suppression Act of 1957 was useless.

There I was, saying over my dead body. My Jesus and God the creator of heaven and earth is more powerful than your magic. I mean, he divided the red sea so that Pharoah's men, chariots and army were drawned in the Red Sea. And, every knee does bow down to the name of Jesus, so bring it ON!.

So for the third time in my life, I was on another property and power battle. But, I had God by my son and he guided me to TRC amongst the many churches I visited during the lock down.

The people were so friendly, reminded me of the old South African Christian community that used to visit each other.

The lead pastor, Prophet Jonah is Malawian and my boy and I were invited to eat some of the Malawian dishes after church. We africans have many dishes in common i.e pap, casava leaves. I also learnt about the other different African dishes.

Also through wedding Mcing ( please watch the wedding video above) I learnt the Malawian traditional dance.

Like all women gathering, we were thrilled to hear the topics during the bridal shower. The does and donts in a marriage, Christian marriage to be specific. I met some beautiful sisters from across Africa

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A Jubilee Sunday for Alex as Fieldband lift up six national trophies

Hey guys, Hope you enjoyed the last read as I have enjoyed bonding with Alexandra Township these past two weeks. I mean, one of the Sundays.

Moa and son bump into a colourful, jubilant community of Alex last Sunday in high spirit as I visited the old man of kraal.

I was curious to know what was happening and couldn't resist but get on to taking pictures and videos of the beautiful display. I mean, I was home and there was work. You don't really need to ask for permission but do what you are known for around the world.

So me, missed my planned Sunday church services because God says start with him, family and the rest will follow right.

So there I was that Sunday morning following the Fieldband who were touring the township and showing off their victory celebration.

The first stop for the group who had beaten other band teams from as far as Eastern Cape and Western Cape at Wanderers Stadium, was the 1912 house in second avenue.

Here, Bab'Twala and his girlfriends were waiting to give the guys some blessings. Yes, the man and the Gogos were so ready and proud of the kids achievement.

I mean six trophies? He even organised a nice curried stamp freshly made by Devine Foods. I don't know how he read my mind, but I last ate a delicious curry meal like that in Woolhope High School back in Malarbar township of Port Elizabeth. But anyway, while I was admiring Bab Twala's work and consitancy for so many years.... I mean through his frika Tikkun, a non-profit organisation that man has put lawyers, chartterd accounted,businessman through school from their creche stage right up to their career stage. as I was waiting with the grannies outside the tent.

As I waited univited to the event, the granies shared powerful stories on how he automatically became the father of some household. Giving the widows food and the necessary support after they were almost kicked out of their homes. The celebration day coincided with their day of collecting clothes and food parcels. I did take some great pictures of the event that day, but unfortunately the ones saved for this blog were erased from my phone together with all the other material.

Hence you see some of the image material is collected from my social media pages. But one of the highlight of the day is in this video below. This women just spoke to my heart and I knew I was home... Please watch Explainer: She is basically expressing her proudness in the children.

The term used is not the vulgar term, here it describes how everything is going to be lit after all the preparation she will do to enter the competition. Anyway, chow for now and please do follow us on all social media platforms.

Time for accountability in our land

WOW!!!!

It has been such a looong time since I started writing here. I mean, my last article was published on May 2020 after a visit to the famous township of Soweto. I remember that year, I had a blast and was excited about the new stories I was founding here in the this city of gold. I must admit, personally. I was also going through a lot and didn't know where the hatred came from. I mean, I've always been a nice girl raised up in church and have all mannners in check. So who would dare touch me? A God loving woman, prayerful woman? A multi-award-winning journalist whose

work has been published in Ilizwi, Herald,Sowetan, Sunday Times and even had a stint in the Mail and Guardian's

Amabhungane investigative journalist centre. I mean, I am a South African legend in this industry. A veteran of the struggle and I can sniff and root out a corrupt company, government officials etc a miles away.

I am a trained but now self appointed country's top security guard. A veteran of the struggle. And if I am not mistaken, even God the creator of heaven and earth is so impressed with my work right now.

He might replace or add me in his holy book, ie The New Creation Testament Bible. So that South Africans can have something they can relate to when they read the scriptures. Just like the jews have the book of Esther in the old Testament, fair right? I guess, you must be wondering where I have been? Apart from MCing wedddings, attending showers and engagement parties as well as bonding with the African community from Malawi, Morocco, Mozambique etc. I mean I need to accountable to you readers for the almost four years I've been not scribbling any of your favourite articles.

I know you do not pay me yet, but I still think I am accountable to you for disappearing for so long. Right now, I know my story will sound like those black brothers, who vanish from their homes with bonuses on December 16 only to reappear in their homes second week of January flat broke. Or those Sandton brothers that lie on pay weekend telling girlfriends in Sandton they were arrested for drunken driving on William Nicole Drive, now known as Winnie Madikizela Mandela Drive. Only o discover, the only house arrest was with his regte on 7th Avenue Alexandra township having loads of fun. I mean real fun, trust me, theres something about Alexandra Township ladies that keeps men hooked. I seriously don't know what it is', but if I am lucky enough to interview former president of South Africa, Thabo Mbeki, one day. I will ask him the secrete cause MaM Zanele Dlamini Mbeki is from Alexandra Township and has done tremendous work here.

But be happy readers, I was not kidnapped by Aliens or relocated to the Alien Nation TV Series. On a serious note though,as a veteran of the struggle, I was still haunted by apartheid ghost. Things that I thought were dead and buried in 1994 were not for some. To the point that my beloved country's image was tarnished. The whole world knew us as a xenophobic nation.... I mean can you imagine that? I remember when I was still in the newsroom and thinking it was all true. I mean pictures of a Mozambican man burnt alive were splashed all over for the world to see how inhumane, my people were. So was the others that followed, to make things worse, these were happening right here in the vibrant colourful, multicultural, multi racial township that I happen to experienced its love growing up. With the noise of the newsroom, journalist chasing deadline, there was no time to seat and reflect on why it happened.... I mean the real roots of the problem without being shunned as blaming everything on apartheid. The pictures and videos were enough evidence to support any work, especially if you have not been around for more than twenty years and your reliable sources were your colleagues... I mean we were all professionals right? No propaganda right? Well... Thats how the church girl first thought until I went on a journey of discovering who I was really. So, I did a lot of reading and one of the books I read was Helen Zille's Not Without a fight. According to her book, shes half German and half Jewish. In the book, I learnt how she neutrilised many clever blacks who moved to the surbubs after 1994. With her most targetted victims being those that came from exile.

Ms Zille also openly tells her readers how she mastered teh power of gossip since childhood to enforce social norms. How she used that to destroy people's reputation over night and knowing exactly that it took years to restore. To my surprise, Helen is from Hilbrow and went to a school right next door to me St Mary's for girls. She coppied the ways to control people. Often used by these fake pastors who instil fear on and their job prospects using Bible verses to support their abusive behavior. Oscar an accident waiting to happen and Reeva Steenkamp by her mom June Steenkamp.

Now I know exactly who has been behind my torture. Worse, I live in the DA controlled ward that is full of illegal immigrant who are clueless on the South African laws. I've also been reading Trevor Noah's Born a Crime many times trying to figure out what happened to Mam Patricia Noah and guess what.... The DA and Helen are to blame for some of that mess too.

Bassie my Journey of hope was another book and Good Morning Mr President by Zelda le Grange.

All these book paint a picture of why South Africa is in this mess. Its time for Helen to take responsibility. I had time to go around Alexandra Township and I can tell you the root of all this, hatred.

Theres someone who wants to tarnish everything that Bab'Linda Twala has worked so hard for all these years painting his people as xenophobic yet these are people who came through the back door, undocumented with a mission to kill and destroy what was build over the years.

I doubt if theres any African leader, who will instruct his people to go and destroy by another black men.Often, all these people calling South Africans Xenophobic are not proud to display who they really are. You do not even know why they are in South Africa and often, they are found loitering doing nothing at all accept gossipping and torturing South Africans. Now that we know the root cause, African leaders need to take responsibility for their own as well. Church leaders as well as we, South Africans cannot take it any longer. Theres absolutely nothing xenophobic when you ask for respect or else leave. Worse these are the people who don't mind killing or force girls into prostitutions. They have an I don't care attitude and the DA seems to have known about this for so long but blaming the African National Congress. Helen has full details to those who tried to challenge them but that time is over. Everyone must now take responsibility for their mess and be accountable even with the Fifa 2010 soccer world cup

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Who are you to tell me how to run my church?

That was a question I was asked on Fathers Day last year. At the time I was still drunk on the word received from my church. I had honoured an invitation from my Bracken High School friend, Nalo. The girl who decided to shortened my name from Khanyiswa to Khanyi. So to accommodate all the white speakers who found it difficult to pronounce the swa, the last three names of my full name. So there I was in Soweto, at this different kind of church where R60 offering is collected at the gate. Before you could see the different evangelists, prophets,apostles and pastors of this different church took to the show grounds to wow congregants with their car spinning skills. The Bible was the line up of BMW 320 or BMW 3 series E21 cars renamed to Tezza, MA. ERA, Izinyoka nyoka and Skudunga. These cars to wow the crowd as they spin on the field until all tires were damaged or the sport referee calls them out as soon as he spot danger. When watching the sport live, you can't help but clutch your teeth and cross your fingers that the driver doesn't loose control and he come crushing on the bob wire fence. According to Floyd, one of the participants and name the sport as a BEE sport. The sport is costly. He bought his BMW E21 as a second hand for R40 000. He has his own mechanic and has spent almost R100 000 on just maintaining it. One of the courageous ladies, Phumzile from Protea North in Soweto said she loves the sport as it helps her release stress. Phumzile aka Lady P first saw the sport at the South African hip hop star, Pro Kid's memorial service. "I fell in love with the adrenaline rush that it brings. From that day on, I bought myself a car and whenever I want to release stress. I climb on it". Car spinning is not a new sport but it is a growing sport in the black community.

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