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Epitome of Education?

Nelson Mandela, PresidentThe elegance of MBA programmes all over the world lies, among other things, in the fact that they are designed, marketed, and taught by great storytellers, super orators, impressive performers; illusionists par excellence. In a wonderfully crafted way, they sell to millions for millions the world over, the idea that, with an MBA from an internationally accredited university, you can snap a finger here, snap a finger there, and the earth will dance under your feet. Works for some. Disastrous for many. MBA programmes can produce boundless visionaries, eternal dreamers. And that may be as far as it goes for many.

In a pre-MBA course I got into a lifetime ago, I learnt that in much the same way Doctors- and Lawyers-to-be are trained, MBA education is about teaching the candidates information management towards sound, effective, and, ultimately, profitable critical decision making in business, big or small, i.e., where to find information, how to identify useful and relevant information, which parts of the information are relevant for which decision making processes at which level and when, how to distribute information according to intended audience or recipient/ -s, how to store information relevant to its value in the organization, how to discard no longer useful information.

I guess the super enthusiasm and passion many an MBA professor will exhibit during the teaching of the various prescribed courses during the programme may be based on the assumption that the candidates are either highly educated from before, and/ or are very intelligent. If that’s not the case, then, they will graduate with their prestigious MBA degrees very highly educated, and extremely intelligent business leaders and technocrats, ready to rule the world. However, many an overly ambitious, petty ego driven MBA graduate misses the plot; and fails to make any significant impact as practical, result-oriented business leaders, or entrepreneurs. They will, of course, see and understand how things work. They will be top experts at drawing and writing superlative business plans and all that goes with it. They will sell their illusions to non-suspecting potential business partners held in awe of the apparent superior knowledge and skills of the MBA graduate with, in a lot of cases, international exposure and experience. But they will always fail to get things off the ground, thereby disappointing many people who would have been promised lifetime riches, success, and influence in both big business and society in general. Many would have invested either or both large amounts of money and vast amounts of own time in the formation of the new business, which will in the end fail to be realized, leaving everyone with loads of paper and broken dreams of wealth and fame. Many an MBA graduate lacks real world people skills.

During the often intense and demanding studies during the programme, involving much compulsory reading and group work, it seems many an MBA candidate forgets that the real world of real entrepreneurs, big or small, does not comprise of regulated tutorial groups. In the real world, real people’s behaviour can be extremely difficult to influence, direct, and control in line with an MBA study group recommended text prescriptions. Here, the loser MBA graduate demonstrates that they have not understood the essence of education.

Education is not about how many university degrees a supposedly learned person has attained through so many years of hard work at university. Degrees simply confirm that we have read and written about this and that at a certain level of knowledge, skill, competency, and expertise, as well as academic sophistication and excellence. Congratulations on a job well done!

Education is about how we bring, and apply knowledge to life: Wisdom. It is about how, in co-existence with others, we can harness forces in our never ending pursuit of making life and living better for all on earth. The personal state of an educated person is about being able to see and appreciate relationships between and among things. From this, an educated person can predict behaviour and, therefore, likely outcomes. A more educated person will go beyond this level, wanting to study more closely the nature of the outcomes, as well as their components. How do these components behave in different conditions, for example? It is a sign of even higher level of education to enquire about what the behaviour of these components tell us about how they can be applied to existing knowledge in order to improve existing methods of performing certain processes leading to certain outcomes: Innovation. Subsequent enquiry into the nature of things beyond this level will be a reflection of an even more refined higher level of education. E.g., how does the new knowledge affect the established order of things? What are the consequences over the broader ecology? Will this be the new norm for doing things, a paradigm shift, then? Is it sustainable? Will/ does it have global acceptability? Affordability? Who gains, who loses what, to what extent? What next? Repeatable?

People skills is, therefore, related to education since it is also about the ability to answer hard questions from those you aspire to work with, lead, and inspire. The real world is bigger than any academic or professional training manual or text by far. It, as such, goes without saying that a delusional MBA degree holder’s prospective business partners will ask questions outside the book. An educated mind is trained to see connections and relationships between and among things, the structure and logic of things. Herein lie many answers. Herein lie the secrets of success for many a leader, with or without an MBA, in business, politics, and other areas of human endeavour. As given concepts, wealth, influence, power, as well as fame, are only what they are as they are as per their respective linguistic definitions. In practice, however, they may mean different things to different people. That being so, different things and different approaches will motivate different people in different ways with respect to whether or not they will want to be part of a business venture, new or established and running. Deal with it, Mr MBA.


Simon Chilembo
South Africa
Tel.: +27 717 454 115
July 28, 2014





WARRIOR NATIONS: Kamikaze v/s Knowledge


Many a warrior nation takes pride in their apparently major preoccupation of endless churning out of Kamikaze-like Warriors solely focused on dying for their own causes, sacrificing others of their own people in the process. Indeed, justifiable causes, in many cases.

Nelson Mandela, PresidentOther nations will on the one hand do the same also, while on the other, they devote some of their time, energy, and resources to doing and making other things that contribute to the progress of, not only their own nations in isolation, but humanity as a whole. By investing in R&D projects seeking to find answers to the ever-challenging questions of how to improve the quality of life in all aspects of living for all on earth, these countries add to the knowledge bank of humanity with respect to understanding how the natural world functions, in order that life on earth can be sustained and propagated in more effective ways. These knowledge based Warrior nations also allow for growth, perpetuation, and sustenance of culture of thought around the non-material existential questions of humanity as well. Knowledge based Warrior nations add value to global society, therefore.

Even a cursory look at contemporary history will show that in times of, often unequal, international conflicts culminating in serious and sustained wars, global society, in a lot of cases led by leading and dominant knowledge based Warrior nations, will tend to be lenient towards fellow value adding nations. Doing only perfunctory humanitarian and diplomatic acts to fulfill institutionalized international diplomacy protocols, as well as treaties and obligations in relation to the weaker, non-value-adding Kamikaze-like Warrior only nations. The latter nations, nobody really cares about. More so if they also are not endowed with any natural resource/ -s the former value and need to feed their knowledge, technology, industrial, and economic needs.

Those Kamikaze-like Warrior nations neither attractive nor exciting to global capital are doomed to losing any, in the eyes of, knowledge Warrior nations, war against the latter. It’s not about fairness; it’s not about justice for either side. It’s simply about survival of the fittest all the way. Understanding skewed stalemates in some ongoing major wars in certain parts of the world today may be understood in this light, therefore.

So, which kind of Warrior are you? Which kind of Warrior nation is yours? Last time I heard that knowledge was power.


Simon Chilembo
South Africa
Tel.: +27 717 454 115
July 27, 2014





The Side I Take

In a perfect world, and according to Gospel Chilembo, all intelligent, thinking, reasoning, rational, and knowledgeable human beings ought to know that WAR IS WAR.

The sole purpose, role, function, and intention of war are to kill. Annihilate the enemy. As true as death is the ultimate outcome of living, the first most likely to go in all wars are the most vulnerable, the least protected, and yet some of the most innocent of beings: Children, mothers that are, mothers to be, the sick, the weak, the poor, animals. These days, even world travellers, sitting enclosed in aeroplanes, and, in that environment, seemingly as innocent and unknowing of the ways of the world as children in mothers’ wombs, get shot down like birds of game in the sky. That is the nature of war. Sick.

Round negotiation and bargaining tables, nobody dies. There are no children here, there are no weak and vulnerable here; there are no poor mothers that are, mothers to be. Those who die, if at all, round negotiation tables, are simply those who are unfit and unhealthy from before.

Nelson Mandela, PresidentRound negotiation tables, it is the firepower of brains that reigns. Rules are set, and are acknowledged and respected by all parties concerned: The aggrieved, the mediators, the moderators, as well as the facilitators. Sides shall give, and sides shall take to mutual satisfaction. Stalemates shall necessitate time-outs, reassessments, revaluations, including modifications of strategies and demands. Concessions shall be made till mutually satisfactory agreements and settlements are made. Reconciliation terms discussed, and agreed upon; sign mutually binding treaties. Shake hands, kiss and hug. Peace. Simple as that, surely. Easier said than done? Doable! Repeat process as long as necessary, sharpen all’s negotiation skills, respect and acknowledge one another’s reasons for demands, as well as raison d’être (history, resources, identity, faith religion), no matter how outlandish all this may seem to either aggrieved party.

Hear, acknowledge, and respect the voice of the global community. Worked in South Africa. Global institutions have been established to help unify mankind towards common goals of peace, development, and progress for all beings on earth. These institutions were established out of the humble realization that no single nation, no single human interest group on earth can tackle alone in an effective way the overwhelmingly huge challenges of survival, as well as propagation of the species on earth.

I conclude: Warmongers in/ of the world have no love for women and children. Women are women, and children are children anywhere in the world. In wars, both the aggressor and the oppressor use the same bullets, the same bombs, and the very same chemicals of mass destruction to kill innocent children and women. So, fuck wars! That’s the side I take. What say ye, God Almighty?

Recommended reading on alienation of war, breaking down the toughest of the tough, cream of the crop –  Sayed Kashua: Why I have to leave Israel.

Simon Chilembo
South Africa
Tel.: +27 717 454 115
July 20, 2014




Simon Chilembo, Chief Executive President

©Simon Chilembo, 2014

We all have
Our own
Golden Ages
Enjoy it
While you last
Gold shall glitter
With or without you
Diamonds are forever
I’m here
I live
I love
Beauty everywhere
Let The Platinum Age begin

©Simon Chilembo, 16/ 07- 2014

Simon Chilembo
South Africa
Tel.: +27 717 454 115
July 16, 2014


1-Year Anniversary: The Truth

Simon Chilembo, Pres/ CEO, Empire Chilembo ©Simon Chilembo, 2014

In search of myself, I came forward to the roots in the land of my birth exactly a year ago today. I’m here; I live, I love. I’m poor. My sanity is intact. Symbols of my profane world wealth are standing firm on solid ground. I have no choice but to rise and stand tall. My life is good. One discovered shocking truth about my life could have wrecked it all had it not been for the presence of the other truth.

It is true that I am a man much humbled by the truth that I have people around me, far and wide, who love and care much about me. In my darkest hours, when it rudely emerged that in my world in the land of my birth, sometimes what you see is not what you get, these people reached out (like they always do in my hours of darkness, as if they were Mother Mary) to light up my world, lightening my burdens till time dissipates them.

I want to express my deepest and most sincere gratitude to all those who have given me unconditional support, mentoring, coaching, counselling, advice, and guidance, as well as prayed for me, during this past year. A third truth in this regard is that your loyalty to, including your belief and faith in, me I could never thank you enough for. My Karate Kids of all ages all over the world, you make me want to sing, What Am I Living For? I don’t know what my Karate teacher sings, but his presence fuels my desire to want to sing. Always.

Land of my manhood calls, “Back to the roots, son!” I’ll be back …


Simon Chilembo
South Africa
Tel.: +27 717 454 115
July 02, 2014




Simon Chilembo, Chief Executive President

If I wake up blown up dead tomorrow, be it known that in all of my dear life, standing on African humanistic thought and philosophical platform, anchored on contemporary Western philosophy democratic thought, and spiced with Christian values defining my personal relationship to God, I lived with profound respect for religion in all its forms and manifestations. I had to. It’s because, as a free man of the world and lover of all humanity, some of my best friends, sisters and brothers of all skin colours and tones of the spectrum, were from all corners of the world, and practiced all kinds of religions; worshiping and praising all kinds creatures, spirits, and gods in many different ways. Amen.

I am deeply fascinated by religion. Mankind, the most complex, the most inquisitive creature on earth, must have gotten so afraid of what they found out about themselves that they created God. God would be both a reason and scapegoat for mankind’s actions. So, it’s okay, people will kill other people, including their very own flesh and blood for God; this as prescribed by God in relevant religious scriptures. Simple. No responsibility for one’s own actions for mankind. All’s cool in the name of God. God must be an extremely busy being, with much blood in their hands. No wonder there is so much confusion in the world today. God has no time to rest.

I am convinced that the word, and concept of, mediation ceased to exist in God’s vocabulary eons ago. If you were God, how would you deal with the following situations?

  • Shouting, “GLORY BE TO GOD!” somebody blows themselves up with bombs strapped around their bodies, intently killing along many other non-suspecting people with them at the same time.
  • The deceased and the bereaved will cry to God, praying that God punishes the killer with eternal fire in hell.
  • Some will pray to God, asking for forgiveness for the killer.
  • Others will pray to God, leaving everything by way of judgement in the already much bloodied hands of God.
  • There will also be those who will pray to God, asking for guidance as they plan vengeance. When the time comes, they will also shout out even more fervently to the same God, “GLORY BE TO GOD! GLORY BE TO GOD! GLORY BE TO GOD!”

I have heard it so many times before, “Mine is a religion of peace. The question of love does not arise because how can peace exist without love? In fact, the name of my religion, translated into English, means Peace. Therefore, my religion is a religion of love of, for, and from God. It’s irrelevant to say whether or not I will love mankind. That’s all in the will of God”
However, a quick reality check on any day will show that the most ruthless and enduring civil wars in the world today are in parts of the world where the religion of peace is predominant. Moreover, many of those who profess the same religion of peace today spearhead some of the most horrendous murderous social instabilities in many parts of the world.
Retort, “But, no, you don’t understand, my friend! Those people are NOT real believers of my religion. God (Blessed be His name!) will punish them severely. There is nowhere in our scriptures where God (Blessed be His name!) condones violence and murder of innocent people under any circumstance …”
Yet, these cold-hearted killers cite from the very same scriptures to further their own causes, and they shout and yell “GLORY BE TO GOD!” to the same God of the concerned religion. Or, does the one religion have several gods with the same revered name? Retort, “No, no, no, no, my friend, there can only be ONE God (Blessed be His name!)! These horrible, evil people have not read and understood our holy scriptures properly. God’s (Blessed be His name!) word is so powerful small minds can never understand it”
There we go!

If God were a CEO, and religion a modern corporate entity, they would both have gone under a long time ago, saving mankind a lot of trouble. But then again, much like opium, religion is big business. If at all they don’t run on opium themselves, religious fanatics are as bad as the addicted. God, in this case, may be likened to a drug baron, then.

In my eyes, as an all-encompassing brand, God of the religion of peace’s image is not done any good service at all by the fanatics currently spreading waves of terror all over the world in His name. I wonder if He ever cares at all? Eternal glory be to Him? So long as rivers of blood continue to flow, I reckon. Amen.


Simon Chilembo
South Africa
Tel.: +27 717 454 115
June 20, 2014




In the beginning there was Muntu, person. Just a person, a thing. Muntu became woman, became man; got a name, identity. Muntu became u-Muntu thereby. Somebody. A unique individual.

©Simon Chilembo, 2014

©Simon Chilembo, 2014

U-Muntu became hungry, and began to need and crave for things to stay alive, as part of being a living entity. Some things u-Muntu could do alone and privately; others needed cooperation with other u-Muntus (read a-Bantu) in order to improve effectiveness and efficiency. Such arose roles and functions with rising complexity in how u-Muntu organized and structured co-existence with other a-Bantu, forming communities, society. Furthermore, to ensure sustenance and perpetuation of communities, which, with generations, would grow to nations as we know them today, u-Muntu devised the whats, the hows, the whens, and the whys of things. Thus arose geographical region specific rules, laws, customs, traditions, and cultures to ensure some degree of order and coherence in society.

In a perfect world, communities thrive on the common and mutual assumption that each and every unique u-Muntu understands that they exist and thrive in life due to the existence of other a-Bantu who are there for them in various roles and functions. Therefore, u-Muntu receives so that they can give at some point as time goes; u-Muntu shall be served now so that they can serve others later as, and when, need arises.

Buntu is a state, a condition, of being u-Muntu. Passive. On the other hand, U-Muntu is by definition action oriented. As an active community/ society member, u-Muntu will reflect certain unique qualities and deeds that set them apart, and may, or may not be, valuable to other a-Bantu. These qualities and deeds of u-Muntu highlight their u-Buntu. Therefore, u-Buntu is the dynamic nature of u-Muntu in their mutual from-birth-to-death interaction with others/ a-Bantu in society.

U-Buntu defines the dual dependency of u-Muntu and a-Bantu on one another other. This is summed up in the famous South African saying: UMUNTU NGU MUNTU NGA BANTU.

In its purest form, uBuntu is supposed to inspire but the very best in the individual’s relationship to/ with others at both the micro and macro levels. UBuntu is supposed to inspire virtue, reminding us to love and value life because, the reality is, we do not own life. We come to life to fill only a certain slot for only a certain predetermined time on earth. Our duty, obligation, and responsibility are to contribute in each our own small ways to making this life and world a better journey and place for all, in our times and beyond.

Confusion arises, therefore, when today uBuntu is a business brand name ranging from computer operating systems, soft drinks, to special interests groups and organizations. Capitalism has raped us of the very last philosophical postulate for our raison d’être in South Africa.

How shall we work further with, for example, reconciliation in our country when now UMUNTU NGUMUNTU NGO KOMPUTA?


Simon Chilembo
South Africa
Tel.: +27 717 454 115
June 18, 2014





Responding to Norwegian Aftenposten newspaper article:

Simon Chilembo, Chief Executive President

Simon Chilembo, Chief Executive President

My aunt ‘Mabatho/ Mother of The People, if, on a good day, you were to call on her unannounced in the morning, you’d find her shabbily dressed in a tattered nightdress. Her eyes will be red; face as radiant as sunset orange in the Free State veld, though. She will give you this warm hug, kiss you reassuringly on the forehead, saying softly, “Ngwanake/ My child, they were here again. Ohhh, I am so tired …”

From time to time, our family ancestral spirits visit my aunt. She says they are ever so angry and bitter at the world. They want to burn the world down for the evil on it, the evil that destroyed my aunt’s life forever. She will fight with them all night, preventing them from unleashing their wrath out on the world.

In retrospect, my aunt says her own anger and bitterness towards those who grossly abused her is not so much in their abhorrent acts, but in that they did not kill her in the process. When you are dead and gone, you don’t hear, you don’t see, you don’t feel; when you are dead, you live above morons.

In a botched (White) farm robbery in the Free State in the 1970s, my aunt, then working as a domestic maid on the farm, was severely beaten up and successively raped by 6 men, 2 Whites, and 4 Blacks. When it was understood that the police were on the way, the two Whites turned against their Black colleagues, and shot them dead on the spot. The former denied abusing my aunt, claiming that they had in fact come to defend the farm as they had earlier on received a tip-off about the impending robbery. “How can decent, God fearing boerefolk have sex with a dirty kaffir woman? We beat her up a bit to teach her a lesson never to collaborate with other kaffir criminals who come to rob our farms. We had to execute these four criminals here because their original intention was to come and kill the people of the farm. Self-defence, you see?” they said to the police. My aunt was arrested, and served 3 years in jail. It’s said the two Whites went to war in Rhodesia, and never came back.

My aunt’s ordeal was too much to bear for her husband. One day, the man decided to hug a goods train moving towards him at high speed. Pieces of his body were picked up and placed in a plastic bag as if it was meat to be fed to crocodiles.

Despite the way-out traumas in her life, without any professional help forthcoming, my aunt went on to raise her three children to decent adulthood. She makes a living of some sorts selling umqumbothi, as well as some special traditional tobacco.

This true story will make most sense, and will be familiar, to those who have felt in their flesh and bones, Apartheid in the pre-1994 South Africa, as well as other forms of institutionalized forms of racism against Black people anywhere else in the world.

When Black/ African people yell, weep and cry, laugh, sing and dance demanding recognition and respect for their feelings, as well as their sense of integrity and honour, we are doing this in the face of real injustices that have been perpetrated on and against, and upon, us for generations. It is basely moronic for some arrogant and apparently incompetently incompetent White intellectuals, academics, philosophers, and artists to want to define for us Black people how to respond to all forms of racism directed towards us, both as a global collective, and/ or as individuals wherever we may be in the world at any one time.

Africans riding on the victim role card? My foot! I, WE Black people, demand to be allowed to deal with the consequences of the historical and current racist injustices upon our own beings on our own terms. No outsider has the power, neither the right, to decide or force the healing, or lack of it, in my soul, our souls.

So, you want to joke about my skin colour? That as either an overt, subtle, or both, way and tool to reinforce, feed and sustain the stereotyping that, among others, because I am Black and African I am, and/ or shall be, intellectually and culturally inferior to White, Yellow, Green, Purple, Maroon, and other colours of the spectrum people? Your foot, then! Dignity knows no skin colour.


On Clowns and Covert Racism

Simon Chilembo
South Africa
Tel.: +27 717 454 115
June 08, 2014




POST 5th GENERAL ELECTIONS QUESTION: Are poor people of South Africa a bunch of fools without any aspirations for upward mobility in society? Are they just sitting there all their days in their miserable (charming, exotic, to some) townships and villages waiting for, and thriving on, handouts from the government and other benefactors? If so, then, South Africa is in deep trouble.

If things ever fall apart in South Africa, with a collapse of democracy and rise in despotism, it will be as a result of, among others, the existence of this unnatural parasitic class of poor people, as well as greedy and myopic rich people in both the ruling and economic elite classes.

Poor people are useful, easy to dupe and manipulate, only to the extent that they remain poor, by choice or through deceit, same difference.


Simon Chilembo
South Africa
Tel.: +27 717 454 115
May 19, 2014




General Elections 2014

Putting the record straight once again: I am very happy with who and what I am. I would be as nasty to my people about their weirdness and things had I been yellow, pink, white, or magenta. It wouldn’t matter whether I was born in Nogonakarabash (don’t know where or what that is), Uoagadougou, North South Dakota, or Ås. Trash is trash anywhere. My background includes being an ANC child to the core.

Predator Boss

Sub-Saharan Africa is a great place to be. All predators know this. With very little or no effort at all, there will always be something, or someone to eat. Nature has, on the whole, been very kind and generous to this strange part of the world. Abundance everywhere. Occasionally, nature gets weary too. Rain stops falling for a while. Predators die, never ever having bothered to learn (how) to adjust and/ or adapt to ever changing and challenging conditions. For a Sub-Saharan Africa predator, the nature of life is easy-come-easy-go, all according to God’s design and plans, as facilitated by the ancestral spirits. If God delays, eat the nearest weakest beast, including your own kind.

When there’s nothing and no one else left to eat, and God does not seem to want to deliver yet, the predator will find outrageous explanations and scapegoats, ranging from witchcraft to misfortune. Even when they beg, predators will just sit and wait for the benefactor to come forth with the food and water packages. Predators are children of God. They are entitled to be served and protected by others. Just like God will forever provide them with the rain for free, to the extent that he is in a good mood. Jesus became an overnight hit in Sub-Saharan Africa from the promise of free loaves of bread, fish, and litres of wine to multitudes.

South Africa, the barely 20 year-old golden child of Sub-Saharan Africa, does have a story to tell. For a country so young as an overt democracy player, South Africa does have a good story to tell: A huge, an awesomely good story, a comprehensive story with many inter-twined sub-stories in it. South Africa is as if cut out for storytelling. There are sources of inspiration everywhere, every day. Any oratory or literary genre is possible.

The colourful political landscape that has unfolded as we head for the 5th General Elections in just 2 days, Wednesday, May 07, 2014, says a lot about the beautiful and sweet story of democracy South Africa has to tell. Much like God, South African democracy does have it’s moods and failings, but where and when it works, it works. Because of the existence, and practice, of fundamental democratic principles, based on values forming the cornerstone of respect for, and acknowledgement of, Human Rights and dignity, South Africa provides relatively ample space for all to thrive within its borders; from the good, the bad, the ugly, and the predator from here at home or abroad, be it Sub-Saharan Africa, or anywhere in the world.

The worst person to get assistance from, or give assistance to, is an African. Getting assistance from an African enslaves the recipient. Giving an African assistance aggrandizes the giver. If you want to be God in Africa, give once, give twice, give thrice, give and give endlessly. The more you give, the more Africans will sustain your power. Give just a little at a time, and get back at least hundredfold. Predators need only what they can eat and drink if and when they are hungry, that’s all. God will always make rain fall. In the meantime, sleep, wake up, make love, sleep again, and wake up again when hungry. Free food is just a stone’s throw away. That’s how colonization of Africa was a piece of cake for the hard-baked Europeans to whom God and nature have never been so kind. That’s how Africa could become despots’ paradise. If you want to be free, never seek, and receive help from, an African.

As if the South Africans who escaped to, and got exiled in Africa were in Exodus magnitudes, millions of people have in the past 20 years flocked into South Africa in pursuit of greener pastures, if not running away from despotic leaders and/or wars in their own countries. They claim, and demand, that South Africa is obliged to reciprocate the help their countries of origin afforded South African refugees during the anti-apartheid liberation struggle days. No beef.

Measured against their expectations and perceived entitlements ands rights, as well as their God-given right to demand South Africa return the favour, the country has done many things wrong in the handling and treatment of the refugees from African countries. What with the wave of xenophobic attacks in major South African cities in recent years! The South African state, Civil Society, as well as ordinary South African citizens are ever indebted to African states for the help we received during the freedom struggle days. But, I think, the predator mentality the country is burdened with is just too much to deal with effectively, bearing in mind the already overwhelming pressure it has to get right it’s own colossal challenge of fixing the apartheid-devastated society. Moreover, the young and inexperienced South African state machinery and people have/ had no previous experience of dealing with a free-flow of people in need of safety and protection in such large numbers, at such a rapid rate; all these with different special needs and priorities, ranging from the religious to cultural practices.

And then South Africa is expected, as bound by international co-operation and diplomatic treaties and protocols, to contribute to efforts at ending wars and establishing peace in war-torn African countries. Here also, South Africa makes tragic and fatal blunders. Many ridicule the country, forgetting that despite its overwhelmingly well-equipped military establishment, the country doesn’t know poo about hardcore (civil) wars. And, besides, the relatively isolated guerrilla warfare skirmishes the liberation movements had in South Africa itself, Zimbabwe, and pre-independence Mozambique and Angola, were against clearly defined and distinct enemies of European origin.

In African countries civil wars, people are genociding their own people – their own children, their own women, and their own weak and vulnerable. South Africans can never do any good job here. We’ll keep sending our finest warriors to be “… sliced like a hot knife through butter” (Stephen Chan) in these places that have turned Africa into a living hell on earth, many of these incomprehensible wars having been going on long before the new South Africa was born in 1994.

In my view, it is clear that the international community, through the United Nations, as well as other related and relevant organizations, still have to find a working and workable formula for effectively managing and ending civil wars. International peacekeeping missions/ forces are a historical farce everywhere. Even Super Power Nations of the world using raw might and brut force have failed, and continue to fail, to stop countrymen determined to annihilate one another once the wars have escalated to a certain level. South Africa can only provide, to the extent it’s possible, affordable, and manageable, safety and protection for African and other refugees; but the country can, and will never fight and/ fix the civil wars and self-induced miseries in the refugees’ countries of origin. How come people don’t seem to want to learn from the South African model for civil war avoidance, prevention, and management in Africa and elsewhere? Is it, perhaps, because the Boss Predator, King Lion, will instinctively eat own baby lions to ensure his own continued survival and dominance of the pack? Come on, give South Africa a break, people!

For me, the huge, awesomely good story of South Africa, the barely 20 year-old golden child of Sub-Saharan Africa, is essentially a song of democracy. It is a song of a continual pursuance of, and adherence to, democratic principles of societal engineering and management. I measure a country’s democracy in both theory and practice in the extent to which, among other things, it’s justice system accommodates even the worst scum of the earth. South Africa is a gangster’s paradise. Every seasoned international gangster knows. It’s all in the media everyday.

In South Africa, criminals get caught and arrested by a legally instituted and regulated Police Force. The suspects will be given as humane and as decent treatment as the situation dictates and permits. Should the police screw up, they will also face the justice system’s music. The Police are not above the law in South Africa. The suspects will eventually be brought to court in order to be tested as to whether they are guilty or not. Necessary legal representation is a democratic prerogative to protect the accused’s constitutional rights as promulgated in the law of the land. If found guilty, the accused will be given an appropriate sentence, according to the law of the land. The accused has the right to appeal if they do not agree with the conclusions of the court. In South Africa, nobody gets their hands or tongues cut off, nobody gets stoned to death, nobody faces a firing squad, nobody gets hanged for committing a crime.

Sure, the South African Police may be corrupt and inefficient; cold-bloodedly shooting to death ill-informed and superstitious men carrying sticks for weapons to attack armoured policemen armed with modern automatic assault weapons. But, criminals breaking the law in South Africa will be caught at some point, as a rule. Smart, resourceful, and powerful local and international criminals and gangsters will/ may use their enormous wealth and other resources in attempts to bulldoze their way through the legal system, buying time, and hoping to confuse court officials, but if found guilty, they go down just like everyone else in the face of the law of the land. In South Africa, the legal system kills nobody; it only gives the criminals all the ropes they need to hang themselves as they go to extreme lengths attempting to manipulate the system to their own advantage. They can cry, throw tantrums, remain silent and arrogant, they will all have their field days in courts of law in South Africa. But if guilty, they can’t get away.

There will never be a civil war outbreak in South Africa. This is an emphatic statement I make with confidence, assuming continued nurturing and sustenance of Democracy in the country. Democracy allows everyone to thrive, from people with so-called alternative lifestyles to extremists of all kinds, including some thickheaded White people in South Africa still clinging hard onto to old-fashioned racial superiority complex ideals. These hold onto the hope, as democracy allows them, that the country will one day return to conditions similar to apartheid days, with white privilege and power reigning supreme over Black people. Keep on dreaming, people; it’s your democratic right. White people will never be thrown out to sea. Change and transformation of South African society can and will only be effected through the ballot box as long as Democracy prevails. Simple. Looked at as a collective entity, South African society is non-predatory. In predatory societies, life is a one-dimensional journey: You live, you eat, you are eaten, you die to go and burn in hell until eternity comes. Heaven is not for blood-soiled predator hands. Finish and klaar.

Some of the most progressive societies in the world, contributing in many ways to continual human progress and development through scientific Research & Development and innovation, including philosophical and political thought, have little or no predatory tendencies. Here, life is not a straight, finite line journey. Here, life comes and goes round in circles: What goes round comes around! You live, you eat selectively, you die, you pay the price, you come back, you rejoice or repent, you live again (self-reinvention), you eat anew, you die, … Its called Karma, reincarnation, or resurrection. These remind us that there are consequences to all our actions.

Jesus dies and rises again on the third day every year, and yet predator African countries proclaiming to be God-fearing, Christian nations fail to connect this phenomenon to the futility of one-track minded preoccupation with civil wars propagation, as well as direct oppression of their own people. So, in democratic South Africa, we will never consider civil war as an option for solving our big societal challenges and issues. South Africans are far too magnanimous to want to burn alive this beautiful golden country of ours. In South Africa, we can talk, we can write, we can sing till we find workable solutions to our vast challenges. What a wonderful story to tell! We can’t win them all, of course; we do have our own individual predators. After all, we are only human also.

South Africa knows that for every bullet shot, every explosion made in an African civil war, Africa goes deeper and deeper into the claws and fangs of neo-colonialism. Africa is so deeply entrenched in this mess that genuine collective African freedom and emancipation of African people from the clutches of global capitalist exploitation is but a utopia beyond the stars of the darkest African night. Africa is doomed to perpetual poverty, misery, and dependency. Fact. If only somebody could find a way to remove the predator animal instinct from the African psyche!

But then again, with predator animal instinct gone from the African psyche, bringing a brutal end to civil wars and all, there will be a total collapse of a huge and most lucrative war industrial and capital industries machinery. The war industry provides jobs and supports livelihoods of hundreds of thousands of people across the world. Beneficiaries outside the industry include peacekeepers and mediators of all sorts, NGOs, academics and researchers of all sorts, as well as the medical and health industry with all its branches. So, who will really want to have a peaceful Africa? It’s a real shame that predator Africa does not see this.

I have shown that South Africa is a useless peacekeeping player in civil war torn Africa. But then again, civil wars across the world simply take away the lives of many of “these strange and ignorant young men and whores who think they can come from their stupid imperialist countries and make decisions for us in our own country. Embarrassing us in front of our wives and children, not in the least our God and religion”. Also, South Africa is definitely civil war shy, all with good reason. The best place to see the effective brutality of South Africans towards one another, as well as their own, is in the mass media and cultural spheres. No one is spared here, with the democratic justice system of the land ever there for those who feel offended and, therefore, seek recourse. Who knows this better than the sitting South African president? In South Africa, people don’t just disappear, or die, mysteriously simply because they have offended and/ or ridiculed the head of state. He wins, he wins. He loses, he loses. Reconciliation, or agree to disagree, and move on. No assassinations. Otherwise, where would the peoples’ beloved Zapiro and Trevor Noah be? What a great story to tell!

Vote ANC 2014

Vote ANC 2014: 2 ballot papers! 1 provincial, + 1 national; Premier Ace Magashule, Free State ©Simon Chilembo, 2014

The ANC goes into the General Elections 2014 tilting like a slowly sinking ship. Reminds me of one of the legends around the Titanic told by one of my professors at university many years ago: As it had become clear that the ship was indeed beyond rescue, and so evacuation was indeed an absolute imperative, a group of super wealthy old men sitting around a table playing cards arrogantly dismissed all efforts to get them to respect the Captain’s evacuation orders and unconditionally act accordingly. To them, a mighty ship like the Titanic could never sink, even if Jesus came around. Nobody knows what happened to these thickheaded men of power in the end. Nobody cared.

I fear for predator mentality tendencies in certain quarters in the ANC. But the battering we are going to get in these elections will be a wakeup call, I hope. The ANC will (have to) reorganize, revitalize, renew, and remodel itself in order to effectively adapt to, and regain lost territory in the new political landscape that’s even likely to be more colourful, and more diverse in the coming years. The ANC will change, adapt, and win without spilling any blood through sanctioned violence against other prominent opposition players in the new, more dynamic political landscape giving the party a real run for their money. No other party will sanction any orchestrated violence to force their own agenda on the people, or eliminate others in the opposition. What a grand story of democracy unfolding everyday in South Africa!

I wish the country, and all contesting parties, a good, happy, and peaceful Election 2014. May the ANC come out this a more humble, but much stronger and more focused party of the people, for the people, by the people.


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Simon Chilembo
South Africa
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May 05, 2014







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