When will we EVER learn?

I am uDarkie through and through – and proudly so, nogal!

But some of the (mis)behaviour exhibited by people of my ilk does not augur well with me. It does not gel. It irks me, let alone vexes me to the gut.

What is it about umuntu omnyama nokushay’izithupha, ukuchoma, mponeng and flexing? Why do we always like to be the stars of the show? Abophuma simbone?

Is this show-off mentality embedded in our genetic make-up or is this the side-effects as a result of centuries of repression and subjugation. This often manifests itself as “siqabuka inkululeko (freedom)” and some of its perks!

This is some kind of a curse unleashed on us by some unlimited authority or influence, methinks. Why did this befall us?, I retort. The mere thought of this anomaly and human misplaced behaviour boggles the mind.

Everywhere I turn, I literally am surrounded by abantu bakithi [abampisholo] going out of their way and going to extremes to outperform or outsmart each other in this nonsensical trend that has become a norm.

Everything done by uDarkie is done to show-off and in the extreme. Akuna mkhawulo (no limit to it).

Ekasi, when uDarkie becomes religious, we go overboard. We are excessive and extreme. When we dance, we overdo it and break the dance, as it were! When we attend funerals, we cry the loudest than anyone else in attendance. Invite us to your place, we overstay our visit. You offer us food and booze emcimbini, we demand more. Government gives us isandla (in the form of social grants, etc), thina sifun’ingalo yonke. Everything about us is an overkill. When will it ever end?

An ex-colleague once approached me, gutted by some issue.
He bleated: “Bra Des, I’m ashamed to call myself a black person.”

That got my attention. I tried to calm the young man down, with the aim to get to the gist of his disturbing uneasiness and anxiety. He was fed-up with everything associated with “blackness”. He wanted to hear none of this somewhat embarrassing notion.

That said, let me hark back to my feeling of aggravation. Case in point: ekasi you’ll find umadala, who is old enough to be a father, or a mkhulu, for that matter, in the middle of the night placing his mgongo speaker outside, cranking up the volume and disturbing the peace. If it is not the speaker, it is the state-of-the-art car sound system that rattles the window panes of a gogo’s house a stone’s throw away.

The cacophony you least expect to hear round midnight is punctuated by his guy and lady friends chatting and screaming at the top of their agonising voices, as if they are competing with some amapiano tune banging away in the background. No doubt, ugologo [be in the form of beer or spirits] would be flowing like nobody’s business, accompanied by some awkward dance moves.

As this nocturnal episode unrevels, I often wonder where are these party-goers’ partners, spouses, let alone children. Have they grown tolerant to this ear-splitting noise or have they gone tone-deaf to the madness that has become part of their lives every weekend?

This craze takes a nasty turn come pay day or during the festive season – when everyone gets their bonuses or 13th cheques. Akulalwa or akulaleki masinemali!

Don’t get me wrong though, I am not envious of or against whatever these folks do with their time and money. It’s their prerogative and they are entitled to it. Others set the seal on it by professing: “It’s our constitutional right!”

Of course, it is your damn choice , and privilege to do as you please with your life, in your own space. It is a free country, for crying out loud. But it becomes a serious problem and an annoyance while you are exercising your right, you trample or infringe on mine [to enjoy a peaceful and a restful night with my family].

A friend of mine once told me he once lived next door to a neighbour from hell. This Darkie, together with his roudy posse of revellers, had the guts and the nerve to tell him to move house and stay in the burbs, if peace and quiet is what he and his family were after. Oh, really? Is that how you tackle a problem?

In my book, that is bull dust and a lousy cheap shot. There are better ways to work around and find a solution to a problem or a challenge rather than resorting to being grossly aggro and personal. In the end, what does this high level of self-hate or nuisance behaviour do to us as a black nation?

Already, I can hear some of you whispering descriptives such as “ENVY” and “JEALOUSY” levelled at me. Far from it. Mine is to lay facts bare and as I see them! Enough with this exhibitionist and extravagant behaviour. Grow up, Darkie!


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