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Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Development Finance Institutions in Africa



Funding the future?



Firstly, thank you very much to the Innovations department for hosting an actually thought provoking innovation! To Lisa, thank you for sharing that very insightful documentary - everyone should have come to watch it. (Considering that we funded Suez, that was very brave and necessary thing for you to do!)
I believe that this film put into perspective, the lulled state of consciousness that infects many corporate world people. It seems like everyone is caught up in a stupid and dangerous rat race to have the biggest car, the largest patch of land and the shiniest gold chains (ignorant slaves!), and no one can see that in their incensed pursuit of material imprisonment, people are actually dying and children are starving!
I like to think of myself and my consciousness as distinct, simply because I am still deeply rooted and connected to the struggles of ordinary people. I am not delusional about where I stand in the global scheme, as a black person, as a woman and as a resident of Gauteng. I have no misconceptions about the fact that I will forever be discriminated against and biased on the basis of those three categorizations; if I don’t vehemently fight against those hell-bent on unleashing this discrimination against me and all those like me.
That is why I am not confused about how it can be that now, at a time when the world is at its richest, that there is more poverty now than there ever was before. Why I understand why it is that over half a million tons of food is discarded annually, when 8mn South African children go to bed hungry every night! I am very aware of the fact that the world is a classist institution, driven by the greed and mindlessness of bankers and corporatocracies.
Why do we then have things called DEVELOPMENT institutions, when they knowingly fuel the poverty and under-development of our continent? How many ordinary people on the street, have DFI’s changed the lives of? I am not convinced it’s a lot! Instead, I think that DFI’s have their own special clientele who are conversant in the World Bank and IMF language of economic imperialism.
That certainly explains why people who come to DFI’s with real world solutions to concrete problems, get turned away, because they are illiterate to the language of projections and off-take agreements and inexplicable insurance and lending terms! Small wonder that these DFI’s keep the same groups of clients to finance, because these are the people who have the same narrow capitalist economic /imperialist interests that they promote!
The IDC funded SUEZ, the very same mnc that is causing so much strife and poverty for millions throughout the developing world.

If you look at their pipelines, its horrifying how much DFI’s perpetuate the continued abuse of cheap labour, how they unashamedly encourage callous capitalist competitive behavior at the expense of real, tangible and necessary development on our continent.
It really begs the question – Who does their Social and Environmental Impact Assessment studies? The short answer to that is this; ‘firms of people who have nothing but anthropological anecdotes to go on when surmising about the African situation’. It is really not that hard to see why so many projects get the go ahead, despite the gross human and social consequences that they bring! But then again, who ever heard of a wolf going to check on the interests of the sheep and reporting back objectively!
80% of the clients businesses that are funded by DFI’s, end up under the control and management of white males; and the black firms that get funded, almost always, need to be watered down with non-black partners to get some crumbs off of the funding cake!
How if I may ask, is that transformative or developmental of the SA economy, more specifically in the context of our past? Why are we not aggressively developing any industries that are authentic and local? Why are we not generating and cultivating indigenous ideas and practical (non-profitable) solutions to our problems? DFI’s still fund agricultural concerns that are predominantly geared towards the export market when we could be using the land used for planting, to benefit more generically South African concerns! This is probably the reason why 87% of the arable land in South Africa is owned by less than 7% of the population (no prizes for guessing what race group that 7% is!) How is this any different to the colonialists plantations?
Are DFI’s merely conduits of these globalization policies and life devastating practices? Are DFI’s also just that brand of institutions that are agents of capital and not real change? Is that why their moral compasses would permit them, under the pretentious guises of ‘development’, to bring about the lack of human basic needs to millions of people in third world countries through their assisting of greedy privatizers?
If there is any innovation necessary at DFI's, particularly the IDC, its in direct relation with the institutions mandates! If we want to make a real difference and actually develop Africa and empower her people, we need to stop being silly about our priorities and be brave enough to deal with our real problems! Why are we afraid to build better lives for our people? Why does capital intimidate us so much, when the value of capital is based on OUR gold and diamond reserves!? This is our continent and we should be the ones making the rules about what we want and what we don’t want, what land we can share and what land we wont compromise on, what our education systems should be and what sort of healthcare we will accept and which sort we reject!
In my view, the DFI’s of Africa, should be brazenly pushing an Africanist agenda, aggressively pursuing African interests and actively making sure that any existing and future enterprises on the continent, should be for the furtherance and engendering of a proud, sustainable and African Africa; rather than the current scenario of African DFI’s promoting and violently propagating western capitalist imperialism!
In closing I 'd like to share the provocative words of Bantu Biko"the most potent weapon at the hands of the oppressor, is the mind of the opressed"
Let us take back control of our minds and our senses, as that is the only key to the restoration of human dignity. Our dignity is not contingent on any paycheck, lets live like that! It only takes one conscious decision to change the world!

Let us wake up, Aluta Continua!!!

Friday, March 1, 2013

A false sense of accomplishment

​Walking back from Benmore after lunch today, I saw the most horrifying thing in my life. Just after the grayston/west intersection there was a fully grown man, bent over the side of an ornamental fountain, lapping water up from it like a dog.

I swear it was like I was watching a movie. It was just flabberghasting the way people were smiling at me when i gasped and gaped in frantic disbelief. How can a man be left to carry himself like an animal, in a suburb of such great wealth?

As a black person, the thing that disgusted me the most is the way in which other black people seem to have internalised this creulty towards their kind. It broke my heart that I was looked at as a hero by passersby when I went up to my brother and gave him R20, just so that he would not have to shame himself like that in his desparation.


Why is it okay for black people to live like this?

When I approached the gentleman and explained to him that the water he was drinking was not clean, he was embarrased for himself. He was not high off of anything, he was not intoxicated or inebriated, he was just a lucid black man in a desparate situation.

I am sharing this story in the hopes that all my black brothers and sisters will wake up from this false sense of accomplishment that lulls them into thinking that another black persons suffering does not affect them.

When I saw that poor gentleman literally lapping water up like an animal, I am so blessed that in my head and heart it hit home. I realised that that is not just some random black beggar guy, its my brother, my uncle, my cousin, my son.

Please let us wake up and never let these things go by unaddressed.
This is just the plea of an African child, begging her family members to protect, preserve and love one another fiercely, because we are all we got!


Aluta Continua!

Durban Weekend Away

So on Friday evening, at approximately 07h30, we decided to drive down to Durban for a little beach and sun. Having decided to avoid all the tollgates that go down, we decided to take the R103 alternative...chuckle.
So off we went along the M2 and we joined the N17 - that must be the longest road in South Africa I swear!
It was dark, so we didnt get much sight seeing done, but one thing for damn sure, we got lost a couple of times!One tip, when you download a google map, make sure that you read it properly first!

Somewhere on our map we were diverted onto the R50, off of the N17 in some farm dorpies that have nothing but POTHOLES for like 50kms. It was agonising and ridiculuosly uncanny how I could actually see how some people end up planting trees in the blooming gaping wounds on that particular stretch of road!
Needless to say, with a stroke of ungodly luck, we got a punctured tyre, at 11h00....at this point, we were still within the boarders of the Gauteng province, somewhere between Leandra and Govan Mbekhi, both of which I learned about at that specific moment of my journey and my life.

Imagine, out in the countryside, grassland and something growing (it was realy dark) for kilometers on either side of a godforsaken potholed mess, no streetlights and a car every 10 to 20 mins...It was like we were flirting with horror. We were not sure what would come out of the thicket, none of the two cars and 1 truck that passed us in the hour that we waited for the AA to arrive were stopping! It was unbelievable. When the AA did finally arrive in the middle of nowhere, they send Tweedle Boet and Tweedle Butch to us. These guys look like they are from a BAD 80's flick and can hardly speak a word of audibility to us.
Its Tweedle Buth who ends up doing the bulk of the work. Its strange how clumsy big Afrikaner dudes look when they are trying to be tough.
Anywho, after some moments of kissing and kickin up some gravel in an attempt to secure our punctured little, Tweedle Dumb and Tweedle Butch get the car onto the tow-truck and Tweedle Butch sits in the towed vehicle while Tweedle Dumb drives, with us in the front with him.
Can I tell you that the entire ride to 'Anderkakfontein' where we got the tyre patched for like R 700, not kidding, my lovely lover and Tweedle Butch were in a fearsome starring contest.
My lover was adamant that le bunu would search through our ride and just be all up in our business, thus he felt the need to keep his eyes on him for the duration of the ride.
It was hilarious I tell you.
The sun came up as we were meandering our way through the New Castle's and Hammersdales of KZN.
I lost track of time and geography somewhere in the hills and the koppies and the long winding roads.
There was a point when I thought I could see the beach, then discovered it was a roadblock at  a distance...
Then at some point, I was driving in the dark and there was mist and fear all over the road and the car, they said the place ku se Majuba.
I swear we drove for 13 hours straight....

By the time the sea salt and curry really hit my nostrils, my ears had popped and my body was replete with fatigue and sweat. By the time the drowning sounds of hooting, screaming, speeding and whistling on Central Street hit me, I was already thinking with an thick accent and negotiating with myself whether or not to get a cheap hotel and all!

Moral of my convoluted story? Use the N3 to Durban. It will get you there in 6/7hrs at about R 300 of road tolls, but you will enjoy your ride!