The world’s pettiest reasons for not voting
It is that time of the half -decade again. The Zuma’s and Helen’s of this world are out and about campaigning for their respective parties. The lies each party tells are too delicious for the good natured South African, who’s eager to see change, not to believe.
Just the other day I was slapped by an ANC poster which read: together we can build sustainable jobs. I laughed bitterly at this cruel joke. Create jobs? What kind of jobs? When the average black child cannot even afford to pay his way through university? What kind of job is he going to get without education or any skills?
They will build houses for the homeless Joe in Diepsloot and create jobs for the unemployed graduate in Soweto – the list of empty promises is endless and quite sickening for me to stomach.
I’ve never voted a day in my life. I’ve been told I’m an ungrateful little brat who does not appreciate the good fight our struggle heroes fought. I’ve also been told that I can’t complain until I decide to vote. But no one has ever told me if I don’t buy any of the cheese these politicians are selling; it’s alright to turn my back on the joke that is South African politics. Makes you wonder, where the freedom of choice is when you are being made to feel guilty for not buying into a lie. Mind you one that is a great divider of people.
I have my reasons for not being a voter. The obvious one of course being that I find politics to be a very dirty, dirty mind game. The people that are voted into power forget about those who put them in power as soon as they get what they want. To be fair, I don’t think these political figures plan not to deliver – it just so happens that everything is so much easier said than done. Apart from the above mentioned petty reason for not voting here’s one that’s really close to my heart and at times keeps me awake at night.
I come from a village where the average life expectancy is 42, that’s correct 42. Ntabankulu, according to the Human Science Research Council (HSRC), has the poorest human development index. Appalling, right? Perhaps if there were simple things like running water, electricity and schools life in this village would be better. But 20 years into democracy life for them still remains the same. My grandpa before he died, he used to say; sometimes he felt that apartheid government was better. I don’t need to point out to you how terrible things must be for a person to say that.
I understand that 20 years is a really short put right the damage the apartheid regime caused. But what I find sickening is that, the so-called politicians remember people of Ntabankulu, Diepsloot and Alex only when it’s election time.
In order for me to finish my Journalism Diploma, my mother had to resign from her teaching job so she can use the money to pay for my tuition. Had she not had that job where do you think I would be? Then you have the audacity to tell me to vote for a government that’s not only corrupt but also denied me the bread of life? Honestly you got jokes.
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