Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Acceptance of Poor Service Delivery

Sometimes I question if the South African Government departments have adopted the Values of slow paced service delivery (the new Black) or it is poor service delivery in general and there is nothing that can be done.

Has the country come to terms that it will never be changed and they might as well contribute? Where does this come from? Yesterday I was at the South African Police Services (SAPS) offices in cape town CBD to lay a case/complaint or claim for a particular matter. I arrived at about 22:15 and I left at 00:05 I only got the paperwork done and nothing else.

I was instructed to wait for the “Big Man” who seemed to be busy helping a certain Judge- the policeman who attempted to assist me regarded him as “One of the famous Judges In Cape Town”.

I sat there with my paperwork till I decided to make copies and leave. Poor service delivery kept ringing in my mind as I looked around at the clock kept ticking. I wondered if I was the sun of a certain minister or judge, will I have sat there in from of the desk, waiting to be assisted.

Anyway, I accepted the situation and enjoyed the stupid, witty float-less conversations with the useless men and women in blue.

Monday, November 21, 2011

Happily ever after!

As humans we have the need to be loved, the need to belong to a social group or a structure. We sometimes go through extreme measures to fulfil this need. We not only want to fulfil this need, we have expectation from the fulfilment. We hope and dream to live happily ever after.
To be exact and to the point, I’m talking about relationships. As humans we long to be with the perfect partner, and have the most perfect relationship filled with joy, laughter and smiles. Im sorry to be the one to tell you that “Happily ever after” only exists in “Hollywood” and maybe “BOLLYWOOD”

The minute you walk into a relationship, you will need to adjust to the next person’s lifestyle, believes, conditions and deal with the insecurities. That on its own is a job and a half. There may be no clashes, but internally you most definitely will.
Keep in mind that this is my personal opinion, and that that’s how Siya sees it…

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

The Curriculum Vitae

This is the CV that goes to the job applications... I just want to know whether it may be great or if it may need some serious editing...

PERSONAL DETAILS                                                    
Name:                                    Lawrence, Siyabonga
Surname:                              Mzizi
ID:                                           880000 000 080
Sex:                                        male
Nationality:                           South African
Address:                               CPUT, Masimanyane residence,
Gore Street, Cape Town,                           
Postal code:                        8000
Cell Number:                       083 000 0000
E-mail:                                   lawrencemzizi@gmail.com
Languages:                         Zulu, Tshwana, Sesotho, English
Occupation:                         B.Tech student at University (CPUT)


Institution:                            Tshwane University of Technology
Course:                                 Certificate in Introduction to  Communications and
Year:                                      2007

Institution:                            Tshwane University of Technology
Course:                                 Diploma in Public Relations Management
Year:                                      2007- 2010                                       
Institution:                      Cape Peninsula University of Technology
Course:                                 B.Tech in Public Relations Management
Year:                                      2011
Major subjects:                   Media studies 3
                                                Communication Science 4
                                                Public Relations 4
                                                Management Practice 4
                                                Research Methodology

Name of Organisation:      Heart and Stroke Foundation South Africa
Occupation:                         Public Relations Intern (Volunteer)
Type of Organisation:       NPO.
Period:                                  9 November- 15 December 2011
Name of Organisation:      Design Development & Research Conference 11
Occupation:                         Delegate assistant
Type of organisation:       Educational Institution Conference
Period:                                  23-27 September 2011

Name of Organisation:      Cape Peninsula University of Technology
Occupation:                         Student Tutor/ Admin assistnt
Type of organisation:       Educational institution
Period:                                  8 Months
Name of Organisation:      Proactive Hygiene Solution
Occupation:                         Student Intern
Type of organisation:       Branding Solutions
Period:                                  6 Months

Organisation:                      Khungwini Welfare Organisation
Project:                                 9 Months CSI Project by Tshwane University of Technology
Type of business:              N.G.O
Type of job:                                     Fundraiser
Group Name:                       Enorpro. Communications
Initiators of project:           Department of public Relations and Business Communication. (TUT)

Name of Organisation:      South African Association for Conference Industry
Occupation:                         task team for SAACI conference 2009
Type of organisation:       Industry Association


Nuha                                       Communications Manager
                                                Heart and Stroke Foundation South Africa
                                                O21 000 6450

Warda Peck                            Supervisor
                                                Cape Peninsula University of Technology
                                                Department of Public Relations
                                                021 000 0087
Lauren Dyers:                         021 000 0000
Naomi:                                    021 000 0052
Secretary at Public Relations Department CPUT

Mmabatho Kgatuke:               Proactive HS
                                                Senior Sales Rep Manager
                                                073 000 000
                                                (Internship supervisor)

Thursday, November 10, 2011

You Owe no one an explanation

You owe no one an explanation… there is no need! Some people have taken it upon themselves to explain themselves and their conditions to society. I would like to remind you that you were born alone into this world, and before you were born, society was discussing issues and conditions of other people who have made it public debate. Your life should be personal to an extent, and what you are doing with it should be totally up to you.  There is no need to send out a press release or hold a press conference to explain the progress of your life to society.

The homeless are who they are because of their own reasons affected or influenced by the decisions earlier in their lives. This also goes for the prostitutes who stand at the street corners in the middle of the night, the patients at the rehear institutions, the sick HIV+ individuals and those whose lives rely on ARV’s, the cancer patients who go to chemotherapy 3 to 4 times a week, the taxi drivers at the lowest rank in society, and the domestic workers who sit at the suburban street corners under the boiling sun, just for a daily gossip with their mates, raving about their madams. Be it whatever condition it may be, whether you have failed your exam or recently lost your job. You owe no other human being an explanation.
It is your own business what goes on in your life. You may have made bad decisions in the past, which may have appeared as the best at that moment. All you need to do is learn from them, move on and enjoy the rest of your life while it lasts. There is no need to explain.

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

The statute of limitations has expired on most of our childhood trauma

He stood there in the middle of the room holding a baseball bet on one hand and a knife on the other. He had locked the doors and had the keys to the whole house in his back pocket- the house was designed with three exits, one on the front, one at the kitchen and one that took you to the backyard. “Sit on the couch and listen to me clearly and carefully” the bossy man instructed them.

The looks of fear on their faces were outlined and made clear by the designer lights in the living room. “no one is going to tell me what to do, I will make the decisions from now on!” –the smell that came from the men was disgusting and unbearable.  

“I am the one who is going to tell you what to do, how to do it, and when to do it. You will answer the phone when I tell you to…” he continued with his instructions, while the fear on their faces was sketched out so clear you could trace it.

They seemed to be used to this form of treatment, but the girl was bitter and ensured revenge, judging by the look on her face. “Don’t look at me like that, this is my house, I make the decisions around here, and if you don’t listen I will kill you”.

He shoved the girl in her room and viciously beat up the wife. The was nothing she could do but she could do but sit in the other room, locked up and listen to her mother being beaten up over nothing. When she got to the Police Station the answer was: There is nothing that we can do, let them solve their own problems.

The law of limitations has indeed expired on most of our childhood trauma.

Be bold and mighty forces will come to your aid

I THINK that he is cheating on me again!” “I found a business card in the pocket of his trousers “I went through his apartment and found stuff” “he dosed off when he was on Mxit and I saw the messages, he is actually cheating! Why does it have happen to me?”

We go on and on complaining and telling our friends about how ungrateful our partners may be. But the funny thing is that we still insist on staying in the messed up relationship and still try to find ways to glue together the broken pieces of the mirror. We then hope that the reflection will turn out to be as it were before it broke, but sadly it could just never be.

Let me tell you something that you don’t want to hear, they will never change. It’s like a slap in your face isn’t it? But it’s the truth. If you have been played by that person once, the chances of him doing it again are greater than before the time you caught him.  

Do not get mislead by the term “him” which I use to describe the phenomena. I am actually referring to both genders. If you had created the conclusion that “Men are dogs” you might just have to take that back because it is the just the same with the opposite sex.

For a moment I would like you to ask yourself the following: How many times are you going to keep digging for the next dirt? How many times are you going to keep turning and tossing on that bed stressing over something that does not have a promising future? When are you going to let go of the fear of being alone?  When are you going to stop lying to yourself? When are you going to come to terms that there is no such thing as happily ever after? Why are you still in that relationship when you are unhappy and insecure? When will the insecurity end? Why is your happiness determined by the next person?

Most of the time the response to these questions are: “you just don’t understand, we come from far” or “I have invested so much into this relationship”. Well that still does not give a solution to the situation nor an answer. Make a decision and live with the consequences.

If and when you are in such a relationship, here is my advice to you, be bold, make firm decisions- not that not everyone will like you regardless- and maybe the mighty force will be to your aid.

Of all the forms of courage the ability to laugh is the most important one…

The ability for one to laugh brings light and joy to one’s life. When I used to be a child, I would play the most dangerous games like flying the kite on the roof of the house, swim at the river nearby and push car tires on the dusty streets of Soweto.

When I fall down I used to cry, and one day I fell, and there was a moment of silent among my friends and brother. I felt the giggles coming from my tummy and I burst into laughter. That moment, right the on the concrete tar, under the boiling sun, I learnt that of all the forms of courage, the ability to laugh is the most important, especially when you are laughing at yourself.  

Only bad things happen quickly

“I blinked and it was gone” “It was here a second ago” “It came from nowhere” “bang, and it was over” “it was shaking and before we knew it, we were in hospital” these are the explanation that we hear from people who have experienced terrifying events happening to them. It all happened so fast, thank God I’m alive- a woman once said on a newspaper report when two trains had collided.

Is this how it is supposed to be? Perhaps it is nature that bad things happen at high speed. Let’s think about it. Bullets complete the job faster, lightning strike quicker, accidents happen in a blink of an eye.

How true can this be? Only bad things really happen fast!

Thursday, November 3, 2011

A Blog for my Bestfriend on his Birthday!

25  of years to the minute, you were born... The pain that that was in the mist of the hour turned into joy because ur took the breath of life... She had hopes and dreams for you and tried her out most best that those do come true...

A birthday is not a day where u have to get drunk or be stressed about life, or how things have not turned as u wanted them to but a day to celebrate your live here on earth.

Cherish every second of today because it will only come once. Smile because you were meant to, laugh because deserve to, cry because ur are more than the word happy. Dance because now you can, love because your heart allows you to.

I bless the day you were born because to this day you are an inspiration and the best friend God has ever blessed me with.

As your life has begun again, and it is as good as it gets. Promise me to Just keep living it day by day with no regrets... All the decision you made in the past, good or bad got to where you are now, and  I'm proud of you.

Look at yourself in the mirror, You see that guy? can u feel what he is feeling now? Let me tell you something, He is going places. No matter what the next person may say about you or your conditions, You are the best!!!  

Come on, wipe those tears off your face now... You made it!

Gwa! Say it with Passion. Remember me with this signature and  keep the spirit going...

Much Love
Your Best friend

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

The last lecture

This year has been a long bumpy ride for me, interesting and filled with life lessons. I met the most unbelievable people and the most interesting at the same time. The first lesson was filled with promises and I looked ford to spending a new year, in a new place with new people. It was a process of starting all over again if I may simplify it.

Pearl Faith Boltman, became my first Cape Town friend. She had recently completed her diploma in Travel and Tourism, so my arrival was quiet interesting. I had figured out that she was coloured, but her behaviour stroked me. She reminded me of the girl who lives next door my parents’ house- black wild and a glowing sense of humour.

There was no way my year could be heading towards boredom when I met Rebecca Moloto- "Brenda!” as pearl would call her when she is in her jolly moods. Brenda is not her other name, she just reminded her of a late musician Brenda Fassie. Whatever that’s going through you mind now, probably went through mine as well anyway.

When pearl had decided to go on an adventure, leaving me with no one to giggle with in class as some lectures spoke funny, I kept my bond with Rebecca and recruited Wendy Motsisi. I must say, this is the moment my life changed. I adopted a unique style of living and behaved in quiet a blissful way. I enjoyed every second with these witty and smart individuals.

Now that the final day had come, and none of them were in class, I embraced the moment, and thank God for every opportunity he has given me. There were good times, and there were bad, either one, I just had fun.