My teacher says we are mad. Sometimes, go out and see. Just be silent and watch. And see what is happening. Who is hurting whom? Who is making others to suffer? And you will see what I am talking about.Sad to say but over the last few days, others have been hurting others. Others have been calling others monkeys. And you say, “At this age? Is this still happening?” I’m black. And I know what I’m talking about.One day I was coming down the Table Mountain. And whom do I come across? I come across some young Afrikaner guys. They were about five or so. The one in front turns to his mates and says in Afrikaans; here comes a baboon.No flare-ups. I just pretended I didn’t hear. I skirted around them, and down I went. But I was hurt. And I thought about it. Why? Why do we have such a thing? When is it going to stop? I don’t know about you.Maybe you are lucky. Maybe you have not been called such names. But I’ve been discriminated against. I’ve been denied service at a restaurant. A waiter would pass me by. She would serve others but me.Others would refuse to sit next to me in a bus. The bus would be full.But no one would sit next to me. That is why I’d never live in Europe.But the things we are doing, leaves a lot to be desired. People are running away from Africa. They risk their lives to go to Europe. Better to go there than starve in Africa, I could here them say, because of what we are doing. We are mad! That is why we are not respected.We don’t know how it could have been, had we been doing it right.Watch a person that does it right. What is the reaction? Respect. If we have been doing it right, we would have gotten respect!I know I’m a sole voice in this. But to me, the response should not be anger. To me, the response should be action. What should we do to prove to these people that we are not what they think we are?I am waiting for winners. So far I hear losers. Losers threaten harsh action. They know no other way than to act tough. Promise tough measures. Scare the hell out of people. And after that, things remain the same.Things should not remain the same. Let’s act. Let improve lives. Let’s stop corruption! This is my plea, my cry alone, and my voice in the wilderness. No one will hear it, because no one wants to hear it.People have stopped looking at the impossible. Let the brutes that call us names; respect us. Let’s do things that will leave them surprised. Can these people do this? Yes, we can! When? How long? Stay positive.