Saturday, March 1, 2008

Bhisho not a swear word

Bhisho has become a swear word among many of my friends - even those who owe the food on their tables to Bhisho – and perhaps I should review my habit of hanging out with surly, pessimistic and apparently ungrateful buggers.

But there’s always the threat that the name of the capital of the province may pass into the popular lexicon as a catch-all idiom for what is bad about government - slackness, incompetence, bungling, dishonesty. Which I think would be unfair.

Don’t get me wrong: Levels of slapgat-ness and crookery are regularly revealed which are mind-boggling. But, as reflected in Premier Nosimo Balindlela’s state of the province address last week, the province is not about to keel over through corruption or mismanagement, as some would have us believe.

· The vast majority of the province’s citizens are being paid, fed, taught, healed, counselled, supported, transported, protected. And this will continue.

· Provincial Growth and Development Programme targets are ambitious, but there is clear evidence of a positive trend in some indicators.

· The number of infants dying is consistently decreasing; the numbers of kids in schools are rising.
· Keeping economic growth at between five and eight percent per year is eminently possible given a low base.

· And, the drop in unemployment figures in recent years quietens the naysayers who suggest that growth is jobless. However, the figures do show that employment is seasonal, suggesting that jobs are being created in low-paying agricultural and tourism sectors.

· Private sector investment in the key automotive sector topped R4 billion last year, a clear sign of investor confidence in the province. In the forestry and agri-processing sectors, massive public and private sector investment is underway in the eastern half of the province, notably through the PG Bison investment at Ugie and the Mzimvubu initiative centred on Mthatha, both identified as among the province’s high impact priority projects because of their sustainability and effect on rural poor communities.

· Asgisa Eastern Cape (Pty) Ltd will play a facilitative and catalytic role in unlocking up to R4 billion in rural investment, including forestry development and timber processing, agriculture and agro-processing.

But delivering on some of the other targets in the PGDP before 2014 – inter alia halting and reversing the spread of HIV/Aids and tuberculosis, providing clean water for all and ensuring the province’s food self-sufficiency - may require much more than a good intent.

Much of what government is – or should be - doing is pretty run-of-the-mill stuff. However, in her address, Premier Balindlela said the fight against poverty and to grow the provincial economy require solutions which are extraordinary and innovative.

It’s those innovations – audacious acts – which raise my interest despite the temptation to join my friends and say this province is a disaster case.

· It is audacious to put in place measures to grow agricultural output in the eastern part of the province, when many decades of bantustan under-development made us believe that nothing good can grow here. Efforts to grow community farming are reaping significant benefits – albeit again coming off a low base.

Human resource development, the introduction of appropriate technologies, organising communities into collective buying and marketing structures, ensure that food is being produced for everyday consumption with surpluses sold to generate income for re-planting and expansion.

There is concerted innovation taking place within the rural development programmes at Walter Sisulu University (WSU) and the more-established Fort Hare. A debate last year at WSU’s annual rural development conference touched on the need for education curricula to promote and teach an agrarian-based lifestyle, rather than in effect encouraging youths to migrate to cities in search of work in industrial complexes.

· Government’s provincial transport initiatives are a realisation that we must maintain and re-capitalise our asset base and leverage it for commercial and social benefits. The best examples are the much maligned Bhisho airport, the Kei rail project and multi-billion rand investments in road infrastructure servicing industry, tourism, and farming.

It started off simply as a refrain but the reality is now creeping in: Our province is accessible as never before, with access roads being built to deep rural communities. With accessibility come increased developmental opportunities.

And all this in innovative partnerships: To maximise job creation opportunities through the Expanded Public Works Programme; with the private sector to facilitate raw materials entering and finished goods leaving industrial centres; with the private sector again in respect of upgrading and leasing Bhisho airport; with the Department of Education through the Shova ka Lula initiative to provide bicycles to 5000 rural learners who have to walk long distances to get to school each day; and with local communities to take ownership of their little stretch of national or provincial road through a roadside maintenance and housekeeping programme.

· A housing innovation hub at Elliotdale will, for the first time, recognise indigenous building methodologies in an effort to speed up the delivery of “safe, sustainable and dignified human settlements”.

· Innovative funding and building models also lie behind efforts to fast-track the programme to erect brick buildings for the almost 200 000 learners in the eastern half of the province who currently are accommodated in mud structures. Government is rebuilding the 40 worst schools.

· The decision to recall maths and science teachers who may have been enticed to quit during former retrenchment programmes is also innovative as is having a health care professional on 24-hour standby at primary health clinics serving local communities, especially in far-flung rural areas. Last year, 61 new clinics were opened in the province with this key service.

· There has been a dramatic reduction in the vacancy rate of strategic provincial and local government posts. Coupled to a massive programme in association with Fort Hare University to upgrade the skills of existing bureaucrats, this must lead to service delivery improvements, as will government sticking to its guns that managers who do not achieve their spending targets will not receive performance bonuses.

· Street and area committees served our communities well before democracy and it is a cleverly audacious move to invoke this measure in the fight against crime in our province.

Balancing run-of-the-mill programmes against innovative ones in the fight against poverty, better services, and against maladministration will be the challenge thrown up in the Provincial Budget.

Just go!

I travel the road to Grahamstown at least once a week and have stopped being irritable by the stop-go controls. I’ve even factored them into my schedule so that I’m just ever-so-slightly later than I usually am for my appointments on the other side.

And, actually, sitting quietly for 10 minutes means I can catch up on phone calls or scan the newspaper headlines or change the music in the CD shuttle. I’m not crazy about the roadside edibles – generally pineapples and tolofiya - offered by villagers at the stops, so I usually have my own snacks. The last couple of times, I’ve managed to sneak to the front of the queue of cars, avoiding getting stuck behind heavy trucks crawling along at about 30km an hour.

It really is a simple job. Changing a sign which swivels on a pole. On one side the sign says “stop”, on the other “go”. The bugger’s job is to make sure that he shows the traffic the right sign for when they must stop to yield the road to oncoming traffic, or when they can proceed.

He’s been working on the stretch of road for a couple of months now, part of an extended Public Works job creation programme which sees people from nearby communities drawn into the massive road re-building and maintenance projects underway across the country.

I think he stays a short distance away from his point duty, apparently in an informal settlement which started from a couple of shacks on some Oom’s farm. It’s probably his first real job in a decade, ever since he was sent packing from the dairy. His job is one of the few stress-free beats around. He’s stationed in a small caravan at the start of the second three-kilometre stretch of roadworks along a winding pass which has quite difficult reverse curves.

When he puts up the “go” sign or, rather, when he swivels the pole so that the sign “changes” to go, we set off like the klappers but within the speed restriction, onto the right hand lane, enjoying the freedom of travelling without worrying about oncoming traffic.

And then, all hell breaks loose as I go around a blind curve, because suddenly there’s a car coming down on us which shouldn’t be there.

The idiot with the pole has let us through presumably without getting the all-clear from his colleague three kilometres ahead. But, it’s not just one car, there’s a long stream coming towards us. So, I swerve left on to the newly-tarred surface of the lane we would normally be driving on, squeezing in behind the lead car, unperturbed by the wet tar.

And so we continue, playing dodgems with yellow road signs, sand bags and road-building equipment, sneaking over onto the right lane when the left is barricaded and there are no cars approaching. I feel like making a u-turn and going to give the bugger with the pole a snot klap. Instead, I yell at his mate when I get to the other side that they should be more alert, someone could get killed.

There are some pretty awful jobs in the world but people’s lives still depend on someone doing their job properly.

Which is why I worry about the blokes who push themselves forward to head up big corporations, soccer companies and presidencies. It might look simple and you may think you’ve shown you have the head and the gut to run things, but jislaaik boet, do you really think you can swivel the pole properly when you need to? Our lives depend on it!

Friday, February 1, 2008

Race CAN draw us together

Forget about Rugby World Cup victories and suchlike for drawing a nation together. Crises also have that effect.


In fact, someone suggested that, in order to instill patriotism, Education Minister Naledi Pandor should forget about the pledge for learners and transfer instead to the defence department where she can recommend we invade Lesotho or a similar little country which won't klap us too hard for violating their sovereignty.The neo-cons under Pres George Bush realised a long time ago that nothing mobilizes national passion more than a good war, although there is a thin line between the pros and cons of scrapping in someone else’s back yard ­­­- unintended consequences like your young people coming home in body bags being the biggest negative.


Three race-charged issues have been raised in the past 10 days in which the positive effects far outweigh the initial negative stimulus.


Firstly, Jacob Zuma had his briefing with black journalists apparently associated with the Forum of Black Journalists to the exclusion of white journalists.


I came to love journalism 30 years ago because of the work of the Media Workers Association of South Africa, which was a more inclusive name for the former black media workers organization it replaced. So, I understand acutely the rationale behind a collegial association of people around conditions of work, glass ceilings, legal attack and support, mentorship and so forth. This is no different to organizations for black lawyers or accountants or street sweepers.


But it would be ludicrous if, when a case is presented in court, we have a black lawyer alongside a white lawyer because on their own, they cannot do justice to the task at hand because of racial blinkers. Or bring in a black auditor alongside a white auditor because working alone they are incapable of signing off on a set of financial statements.


Similarly it beggars believe to suggest that Zuma must speak to black journalists because they may be more sensitive to what he has to say. Will there be a similar briefing for white journalists? The basic skills set you bring to your job as a journalist is the same if you are black or white.


The Human Rights Commission does itself no favours by equivocating as it has on this issue.
It is the response of black people – media workers and ordinary citizens – which makes me feel good. They don’t want this exclusion, period. And they make me proud to be a South African today.


Secondly, the Free State University video has been roundly condemned by white people, led by former Pres F W De Klerk, some angrily and emotionally so. I have stood against De Klerk on most issues, but I write today to acknowledge his leadership on this issue, perhaps almost more necessary than when he took the critical steps to lead white South Africans towards non-racial democracy in the 1990s. And I salute those whites who have spoken out in public. I feel proud to be a South African alongside these citizens.


Thirdly, in our own dorpie, some nutter named M Ducie went on the offensive about the bastardization of the white race as a result of whites and blacks conjugating. When I saw his comments, I was tempted to fly into print with a rebuttal. But white readers were ahead of me, stating more eloquently than a black rabble rouser as I, that this bugger is on another planet or should consider relocating there.


Whether these issues constitute a common vision of nationhood and patriotism may be debatable, but I have no doubt it shows we are on the right road, more so than when our teams perform well internationally. And it’s a great feeling.

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

Lights out!

It’s difficult to say anything about the blackouts which hasn’t been said before, especially when one has to be really bright (sorry) to compete with the country’s wags who are having a field day.
South Africans have shown again they know how to come to terms with the loads they’re expected to share.
There’s shock at the unreality of the event, even denial that this can be happening. We find ourselves bargaining that if events by some stroke of magic can turn around, we will not repeat the same stupid mistakes.
Then comes smoking anger, followed by depression, and finally resignation – for which read, humour - when we find one or more ways to deal with what just happened.
If you doubt any of this, consider your thought processes or verbal utterances when at the moment of the blackout yesterday, your computer crashed before you had a chance to save that last bit of work, or you were in that no-man’s land between your front door and the electronic gate of your townhouse complex and you only had the remote buzzer which doesn’t work when the power fails.
Or, you were dangling in the cable car 1085 metres above Table Bay but within an “easy” two-metre jump of the top of Table Mountain.
The blackouts have been nostalgic for me, because I can trace my existence to a former electricity shortage. No, it’s not about what my parents were doing when the lights went out!
My old man worked on laying bricks for the chimney stacks at the Swartkops power station, having come down from the Cape to seek his fortune. His prospects weren’t only switched on by the heat-generating facility, but also the hot chick who became my mother.
I’m also intrigued at how, in one monumental foul-up, the national electricity people have got us all to re-assess our bag of excuses.
No longer do kids say the dog ate their homework. Now it’s more elaborate than that, involving candles and wax and eye-strain.
One young bugger claimed the reason his breath stank was because the batteries in his toothbrush weren’t fully charged as a result of the power cut.
Late for work? Well, the traffic lights were down all along your route, weren’t they? And you did stop to assist in directing traffic at the five-ways intersection, didn’t you?
One production manager at a large company said it was difficult doing an exact analysis of the cost of blackouts because every slapgat employee can trace his or her production problems to the electricity crisis.
And a business associate who needed to sign a couple of important documents claimed that the delay in putting his million-dollar mark on the paper was because of power cuts. I didn’t have the energy to ask at what point taking up a pen and setting his hand down on the paper stopped being a mechanical action and needed electrical energy.
When I told a mate I had to rush to my desk to write this before the lights went out, he said I should repeat what a Gauteng columnist did this week and just ask the editor to print a black square where this piece normally goes.
But, the nicest thing for me in a blackout is heading to the local supermarket. The traders can’t afford to have downtime on the tills, so you’re guaranteed some cool, dimmed grocery aisles powered by a good generator. Even if you’ve already spent the monthly budget, wander along with an empty trolley and chat to fellow customers because, in a crisis, our natural defences about engaging with strangers are swept aside.
Eish-kom!