Wednesday, 20 August 2014

Just a Thought


As every bird, you need to shed a feather\
Not in the hope of flocking with another
But in letting go of what doesn't provide protection
Similarly you need to shed a tear
Not to give up hope
But to realize that you need to travel through the dark to appreciate the light. 

Love is Charity

Charity cannot be defined simply, nor can it be wished away by confounds. Despite differences in culture or social strata, nothing brings to bear the essence of humanity more than the ethos of charity.  Can one can look at charity in the eyes of Mother Theresa who personified charity in its greatest form, or the poor old lady who walks past a vagrant in the streets of Windhoek, and scratches  her wallet for coins? The point is that everyone may have their own definition for the word ‘CHARITY’, but what we will all not be in doubt about is the word ‘GIVING’.


Every individual can be a philanthropist in their own right, it is the individual who chooses to embrace their giving side that has a bigger heart. Most of us are very hesitant to give a beggar money when in town as we believe many tend to use the money on self- degrading consumables such as alcohol. Stereotyping the situation leaves those who are genuinely in need, having a bad eye cast upon them as those similar to them have misused “givers’. Charity is learnt at home, preached in every way yet we are so selfish. It is giving that old shoe that is gathering dust at the back of your cupboard or simply not throwing out the left overs from Sunday lunch and choosing to give it to a homeless child the next day. That is the mentality we should adopt. The most touching thing I have seen is a 6 year old who always finishes her dinner and says “I have to finish my food, because I do not want to end up like those children on the street’. That a four year old can appreciate what she has is what most is touching.

 Charity has been my a passion since the age of 7, having grown up in a fragile part of Tsumeb, I learnt that giving and sharing a little can go a long way.
It is my dream to own an orphanage someday, however a dream is just a dream until it is accompanied by action. I would like to start by asking that you partner with me, give what you can, and as one crawls before you walk, we can as the Namibian Nation crawl together and one day walk for the Orphans and very needy persons of our country and united in giving to those in dear need.  One needs to start somewhere.

“CHARITY BEGINS AT HOME” and Namibia is our home. Join me, and let’s make difference


The Absence of a father



“If you are man enough to make a child, you should be man enough to take care of the child” are the famous words by Dianne Hubbard. According to the Oxford English Dictionary a father is a man who provides care and protection, those being the two essential possessions a child needs growing up. Every child needs the protection of a father figure, it not only helps in character building, but with the mind-set the child grows up with. It is a well known fact that a child brought up without a father stands an 80% chance of also walking out on their child. A man is supposed to be the care-taker, the one who teaches responsibility, but not only teaches it but lives it. The best way to teach a child is to be what you are teaching, and when a man walks out on his family that is what the child will pick up as a result. Thus creating a cycle, and that is what we see in our world today.
 

A mass of Namibian citizens in our day and time tend to take the responsibilities of parenthood lightly. Every child needs to grow up with a father, someone to teach them how to be a man. A household needs someone to keep it in check, to ensure good manners are taught and responsibility is sowed. Every child needs fatherly love, as well as love from a mother. 

One needs to strike a balance between the two, to allow the child an opportunity to grow to their full potential without the lack of one or the other. Being a father is not only amongst the most difficult jobs in the world, but it too is extremely challenging. Taking into consideration the expenses, emotional strain and hard decisions that come with the job description. The question at hand is, is that reason enough for fathers to flee the responsibility?

It is widely known worldwide that today, father absence is among the most pervasive social problem challenging not only Namibia, but Africa as a continent. The presence of a responsible father improves a variety of outcomes for children and serves as a protective factor against problem behaviours including teen drug use, pregnancy, truancy, and criminal activity. Thus, it is a necessity to support and encourage fathers to become more present and actively involved in their child's life. While the vision is to have all fathers positively involved in the lives of their children and families, mentoring or having the presence of a positive father figure in the absence of a father has proven to be a powerful tool for helping youth reach their full potential.

Namibian Statistics
 Never married                        -           56%
Married legally                       -           28%
Informally Cohabiting             -           7%
Women as head of house         -           45%
Fathers around after age 12     -           20%



Namibian fathers are known to neglect their responsibilities, simply choosing to not follow through. Statistics show that only 12% of fathers are still around after the age of 12, meaning after the age of 12, 88% of Namibian children do not have father figures. Children grow up with single mothers, who struggle to pay rent, let alone pay school fees. Resulting in an ocean of guilt as they feel they are the result of all the suffering experienced by the household. Every child deserves a chance at a happy life. Yes, it is no guarantee that had the father been around, they would be better off. That brings us to the responsibility issue, four out of ten Namibians say Namibian fathers are responsible in comparison to other developing countries. So why is it then that there are so many fatherless children in Namibia?
 
It was found that compared to children with father figures, children without contact with their fathers were five times more likely to live in poverty and twice as likely to commit crimes and to drop out of school. Suicide and teenage pregnancy were too laid on the table. By all measures and actions, dads can too be the “mothers” of a household (Magenya, 2001). “This did not detract from my mom, because she has been a great father”, says Magenya. Mothers tend to call the shots and teach that being a woman took nothing away from one’s ability to do r be anything you set your mind to. It does something to a child to learn gentleness from a man and strength from a woman.
 
It is said that the main reason we have such an alarming rate of single mothers is due to the fact that the last generation did not have fathers due to a Namibia having being war-torn and so the cycle continues. This results in children acting out, falling pregnant and abusing drugs. They not only face the fact that their fathers are absent but they too have to deal with the public eye. Children without fathers tend to perform poorly in comparison to fathered children. The child’s potential is “crippled” by the absence of a father thus not growing to their full potential.

As a Namibian nation we can grow towards a better future, by not only realising the problem, but working toward changing it. Informing the public on the effects the absence of a father has on the child, encouraging marriage and mentoring. By mentoring a fatherless child we help break the cycle and thus break the chain. As generation after generation fathers walk out on children as they know nothing about being a father, mentoring will thus teach them how to be a father. Yes, we have a lack of responsible fathers, but one step at a time and that can all be fixed.


“There is no greater love then that of a father and a mother, but nothing hurts more than the lack of it”- Morris Kalunduka. Every child deserves the equal opportunity to live to their full potential without being “crippled” by the absence of a father. Fathers are supposed to be the care-takers and the protectors. Yes, being a father is not the easiest job, but that brings us back to the phrase by Dianne Hubbard, “No child should suffer the consequences of an irresponsible father”. No child deserves to grow up without a father figure.  

The Hunger





Engulfs and eats at my bare soul. Bare of all fear and lack of ambition, but filled to the brink of the glass with pure determination. This is the constant reminder that one can and will make it with the right attitude towards your dreams. Filled with clichés and overly used phrases like “If your dream doesn't scare you, then it’s not big enough”. Whoever did utter those words was not high on some narcotics, because it is pure genius. Ones dreams have to be larger then life, such that it engulfs you and gives insomnia a victim every other night. Clawing on your flesh and eating at your brain to invent the idea that will set you off to that billion dollar benchmark.


You see, dreaming and adjusting ones attitude is just but the beginning, achieving is a whole other ball game. Firstly, I want to succeed in life, I have the end vision but when I play it out in sequence I reach a blurr - The actual lead up to the dramatic sound effects as the curtains close, laughter and smiles fill the audience. I cannot remember what leads to the final act in the play, how and where the billion dollar idea manifests into a reality. I am at loss, which is where my hunger engulfs and wins. 

You Sold Your Youth


We are the youth is the biggest lie told by the young. If you are not to capitalize on the youth in you, then you do not reserve the right to call yourself that. Pardon me for my lack of optimism because I presume we have ran out of positive replies to give. Yearly there are speeches and endless articles written aimed at empowering the said youth. Looking to have us dust our ashy feet off, and see the power manifested in our blinded souls. 

Yet today I read the saddest article to date, 90 pupils pregnant in the year 2014 alone. Now, as the title YOUTH is stripped off you, understand that it is not I that strips you of this, but you yourself. It is not I that made the decision to have sex, never mind unprotected sex, but it is you. More often than I would like to admit, we tend to always want to point a blame finger to the government that is not raising awareness on the matter of unprotected sex which is false by the way. If you are mature enough to engage in the act of unprotected sex well, pardon me for stripping you off the naivety that comes with one uninformed of the after effects of unprotected sex. You get pregnant boo boo, that’s the beginning of the story.




I strip you of your youth because you have now crossed over to the adult world, regardless your age. Pregnancy equals adulthood because you are a mother simply buffering and pending the unexpected troubles of a troubled mother. Call me judgmental, ill so, but I shall stand firm and quit buttering the bread on both sides and hand you a dry slice of reality. That reality is that opportunity is ample, and if you will decide to simply go after pleasure without the afterthought then you are no longer a part of the youth, because you sold your youth.

Wednesday, 23 April 2014

Forgive me if I am wrong


Forgive me if I am wrong

It’s never the betrayal that hurts most, its the fact YOU trusted them.



However, how does one justify hurt and pain brought unto you by someone you never knew? How can the world of cyber paint you out to be such a monster you do not recognise yourself when you look in the mirror. When everyone has one perception of you, you need to take of the cladding of rattle skin and look deep within yourself and uncover the person you had hoped to be and are no longer.
Everyone points a finger and laughs. You cannot for a second have a bitter feeling of resentment towards anyone because it would not make a synapse in them miss a transmission. It’s that simple huh? Its as simple as knowing that on a social network not a damn soul gives a rats ass about you because in the end we are all trying to be relevant. If not, why then are we on social networks? Is it not the constant power struggle of being or trying to be relevant without seeming too bothered?

I said it a year ago and I say it again, I hate the person I become on social networks. I am not that person, but how then do I justify it? If that very person is a reflection of who I become when pushed and shoved into a corner? Then we get the cliché of “it doesn’t matter what people think of you as long as those close to you know exactly who you are”, which in  a sense is true, however the image you portray paints a picture of who you are.  I cannot get 1300 followers to understand me for who I am, no! I just cannot.


But, yes there is and will always be a but.. That person is painted by no other then me. Does that then in a sense not start to reflect who I am? I say no it does not, because under that hard exterior portrayed to the world is a marshmallow of a girl. A girl who will set aside anything to be there for her friends. A girl that will work the skin off her fingers to ensure and claim success one day. A girl who would never and I mean never.. You know what. Why try explain  myself to the very people who do not take the time out to get to know me and draw conclusions. It is an absolute waste of time, because in the end those that want to hate you will hate you no matter how much good you do. So toodles. I shall no longer try and explain or justify my actions!


Iinima kaina shi hainigi.. @MavisBraga

Monday, 9 December 2013

A wounded Bird

A wounded bird

For only with you I realise my true capability
I spread my wings and wince as the pain spreads through my body
Desperate to fly and find myself in the midst of this fcuked up world
I try again, but this time not in the hope of flying away
No! In the hope that I will again feel the pain, as pain is all I know

Everyone says it isn't over until the fat lady sings 
Everything in me was sure it is me they speak of
I sang till my lungs hurt, in desperate need for it all to end

But no! The dark days would not end
Misery had me clasped within its grasp 
Reminding me with every feather just why I couldnt fly

This time I wanted to fly
To seek, to Escape, to Find
And as hope seeped into my heart
God grasped this one moment of light
Took me by the wing and said "FLY"
For in that very last 10th finger was a lie

I was lied to by everyone who made me feel less then I was
Everyone who vowed i would never succeed
Everyone who mocked, threw stones and laughed

For it is finding a moment of hope that he let me fly straight into the arms..
The arms in which I truly belonged,, 
Yours

For he shall never forsake a wounded bird..


                                                 I call this piece A wounded bird..