Cecil John Rhodes: British Empire Hitman

I hope that our efforts and energy will be reflected on screen. I think Tjovitjo is one of the realest township stories that has ever been told. It’s not based in Soweto, it’s not based in Alex, and it’s not based in any specific township. It’s based in a world where there is hardship, hopes, dreams and problems. It is about us and our lives.

The last time I ever found myself trapped inside a people-carrying contraption of the taxi industry was shortly before the launch of the now demonized taxi recapitalisation programme that sought to reduce the number of a washed-out herd of Datsun E20s, the Toyota Super Series and the late 1970s favourites, amakatshibane.

Why do they speak in that accent? Whiteness which has actual power responds to these errant blacks by sidelining them in business just because they don’t speak like Vusi Thembekwayo or might not fit into the “company culture” due to excessive ghettoness.

Nothing best expresses the totalising-all-consuming-debilitating power of whiteness than the psychosis wherein statements by Blacks such as “we want our land back| or “we must build Black power”- makes some Black people so nervous that they sometimes slide into self-induced depression (on behalf of the whites they know or love).

Yesterday we celebrated the birth of a God, Bantu Biko who gave back to us what had been stolen through political miseducation, depoliticization and through religions fanaticism. He gave back to us, the most potent weapon in the hand of the oppressor, our mind.

I watched a white farmer celebrated on national television last week by the minister of Rural Develoment and Land Reform Mr Gugile Nkwinti. Why? Well, he gave 50% shareholding to the farm workers. In his interview, feeling elated, the white farmer said, "The Answer Is 50/50”.