Should Matric Dances fall? I mean, it's the era of the hashtag and with that, the public can break down as much as they can build up anything. First of all, I adore the inter-faces behind hashtags, the bravery and the exercise of 'this' freedom of expression, I really do. But, can we please not overshadow and overlook the people who are actually doing something? The people on the ground getting their hands dirty? I'm speaking of the Dineo Ranaka's who rock up on doorsteps at 10pm to reinforce the Gospel they preach. Sure, we have our Kuli Roberts' who've been here for over 400 years and can sponsor Matric Dance Nights worth R67000. And, how can we not come back to our senses (if it isn't at all nonsense) when the Shaka Sisulu's of Afrika Borwa remind us of the Educational Crisis the Future is facing, remember how #FeesAlmostFell? Somebody's Future actually costs R67000, more or less, and they can't afford it.
I won't decide if #MatricDancesMustFall, not because the school I went to didn't support that culture. I didn't even go to my Varsity Graduation nogal (Hey, a night that's supposed to mark the end of high school costs 2 of the 3 years of a Bachelor of Arts)! What I like about life is the Power of Choice, being able to choose. But when those who've reached 'levels' (refer to previous blog) want to shove their own choices down everyone else's throats and limit their options, I have a problem. I have a problem when Society wants to create us to think that we can bargain the Future on a night's bliss. I have a problem when the Future is not made pART and parcel of the conversations that are building our nation for a better tomorrow. I really have a problem when corporate companies come out guns blazing to sponsor a night when they can choose to sponsor days. I have an even bigger problem when Public Figures (PFs) want to act like they aren't influential in who we become. They want to act like they aren't because someone else is, like we won't be, because they are. The chutzpah to call out parents on their parenting efforts when you're on their TV screens yelling 'bliss and glam' to their children is totally unbecoming. Parents have the upper hand on how their kids are raised, but behind [Social] Media is these PFs sneaking in on who these kids eventually become. The exposure comes in like a flood, the desire to 'want to be like' is washed onto our shores.
It never killed anyone to not attend a Matric Dance, I'm living proof. *insert grin* But, I've seen many fall not to rise because life after Matric cost well over R60000. Hey, you got the money(your parents' akre?) to have that 'unforgettable' night? Go turn up! If you're like a million other Miss Mnisi's out there, stay in your lane and find your bliss. At the end of it all, you have a choice.
#ForKeorapetsePreciousKwadi
I won't decide if #MatricDancesMustFall, not because the school I went to didn't support that culture. I didn't even go to my Varsity Graduation nogal (Hey, a night that's supposed to mark the end of high school costs 2 of the 3 years of a Bachelor of Arts)! What I like about life is the Power of Choice, being able to choose. But when those who've reached 'levels' (refer to previous blog) want to shove their own choices down everyone else's throats and limit their options, I have a problem. I have a problem when Society wants to create us to think that we can bargain the Future on a night's bliss. I have a problem when the Future is not made pART and parcel of the conversations that are building our nation for a better tomorrow. I really have a problem when corporate companies come out guns blazing to sponsor a night when they can choose to sponsor days. I have an even bigger problem when Public Figures (PFs) want to act like they aren't influential in who we become. They want to act like they aren't because someone else is, like we won't be, because they are. The chutzpah to call out parents on their parenting efforts when you're on their TV screens yelling 'bliss and glam' to their children is totally unbecoming. Parents have the upper hand on how their kids are raised, but behind [Social] Media is these PFs sneaking in on who these kids eventually become. The exposure comes in like a flood, the desire to 'want to be like' is washed onto our shores.
It never killed anyone to not attend a Matric Dance, I'm living proof. *insert grin* But, I've seen many fall not to rise because life after Matric cost well over R60000. Hey, you got the money(your parents' akre?) to have that 'unforgettable' night? Go turn up! If you're like a million other Miss Mnisi's out there, stay in your lane and find your bliss. At the end of it all, you have a choice.
#ForKeorapetsePreciousKwadi
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