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For the love of irony: reblog and reminder

Remember that time we were all worried about the Secrecy Bill? How we pulled out our hair and agonised over freedom of speech and how that was essentially coming to an end, like the world? Well…

And just to prove to the world that we South Africans can appreciate irony, the bill was passed the day before we celebrated Freedom Day. Happy F*****g (that’s “Fucking”. Sorry, the ANC deemed that as a threat to state security. Psh!) birthday, Young Democracy!

The bill has been amended, but one must still ask the question: What do you have to hide?

I still believe a government should fear its people. Already we have government overspending and many issues (Arms Deal and Nkandla amongst others) still unresolved. I’m still not that worried that all free speech will be monitored and curtailed, but you never know. It always starts somewhere.

Below is a link to a previous short post about this subject.



<p>Author <a href=”https://plus.google.com/102128103971030481396” target=”blank” rel=”author”>Jerome Cornelius</a></p>


The 6th Zuma Wife, or something.

First of all, Happy 70th Birthday to my love, Mr President. For you, a prezzie for my Prezzie.

Let me start with a disclaimer. Or rather, a warning, if you must. Reading this post could place you in a sticky situation, as it does me every so often. This is strictly need to know, and by participating, you do so at your own risk.

I, my dear friends, family and faithful bloggettes, am the 6th Zuma wife. You could say Im the sixth lady of the glorious Republic of South Africa. Don’t worry, it will all make sense soon. I do not actually know exactly how many others there are of my fellow wives (or colleagues as we call ourselves) there are, because I am kept in, and on, the dark. This is partly due to the security risk. I insist that Zooms (one of my many pet names for him) does not spend tax payer’s money on me. Rather I insist on him allowing others to spend said money on me.  How else do you think I am supposed to get a car, house and botox injections? By getting a job?! Please do not insult me; im practically royalty. Although I do get my way through a variety of jobs.

The complexities of this relationship are made harder (!) by the fact that I am not a public figure. Although I have yet to meet Barack and Michelle, I have been introduced to Vlad and Dmitri. And Phil and Liz (the Winds’s as we jokingly call them) were delightful. Unfortunately I was known as a butler, or assistant or whatever, but this is ok. Love knows no bounds.

What JayJay and I have is special and I would not swap it for all the Zim dollars in the world. And in case you are wondering, NO, he is not, you know, that g-word. There exists no such word in our home, or culture.  Why I have decided to come out now with this revelation? We are moving forward as a nation. I respect my husband and the decisions that he and our colleagues make, and therefore have decided to get it in now before we get muzzled. Well, Jay-Zee and Jay-Me do an assortment of muzzling exercises but talking about that would be tacky, now wouldn’t it?

This is a love that must be shared. We are timeless and this will last forever. Like Elizabeth and Richard, Brad and Jen and the other couples in the magazines he brings me from his overseas travels. What a great man, right?


<p>Author <a href=”https://plus.google.com/102128103971030481396” target=”blank” rel=”author”>Jerome Cornelius</a></p>


Jy sê nie vir my nie… or not?

For my non-Afrikaans friends and followers, I just said (in a very crude Cape Town way) “you don’t tell me (what to do).” This is something that is said when someone tries telling you what to do and you vehemently oppose it.

–          Martha, do pull your skirt down and stop running like a boy.

–          HA AH MUMMY JY SÊ NIE VIR MY NIE (No mother, you do not tell me how to behave)

This is an example of the way in which this phrase can be used. Now, I joke a lot, however this is actually very serious.

I’ve remained largely quiet (not opinionless) on the Secrecy Bill, Protection of State Information Bill, the preferred government terminology. I actually thought many people were reading way too much into it. Believe me, I have read Orwell’s 1984 and it is one of my absolute faves, however I did not think we were as bad as that dystopian society.  I have since changed my mind.

If this bill is passed in its current form, then even this blog may be deemed illegal! I have not even spoken out about my marriage to President Zuma and I would be gagged, and not in the way he usually likes it. Any new Arms or leg deal, new government rapes, golden handshakes, golden showers, security guards getting promoted to ministers, misspent funds and misspent youths. It will all be fair game to have one arrested for mentioning it.

However, I did my characteristic eye roll when the media came out in full force and protested outside Parliament last year with black tape over their mouths to show how they felt about potentially being muzzled. It was a great sentiment and lots of people wore black in solidarity. I was over it because of the passion showed when it came to their own cause when we have other big issues that are not protested as often. I suppose it would dilute the effect, but you get the point. I hope.

What I’m trying to say in my usual long winded way is that if this Bill goes through and is passed, no longer will we be able to say  “Jy sê nie vir my nie” in a big way. We would be reduced to clandestine secret codes and under-the-table messages. Uhm… 1984/ Die Weiβe Rose/Apartheid SA anyone? I really want to believe in my government, but this is one overlooked issue that cannot be ignored. So I hope that we can all keep giving the finger and running our mouths as we should. Let’s start here. Go on, raise your finger and don’t let anyone tell you what to do, especially government.

<p>Author <a href=”https://plus.google.com/102128103971030481396” target=”blank” rel=”author”>Jerome Cornelius</a></p>

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