When I got out of bed this morning, I said to myself: Nothing is going spoil my day… but I had hardly finished brushing my teeth, when the doorbell rang. “Eee.. yellow baas…. ekke het groot problems…”
He was one of the four black dudes that maintain the gardens in the complex where I’m currently residing. His job is to mow the lawn. A few months ago he complained that he wasn’t coping with this task, so the body corporate purchased one of those fancy industrial lawnmowers - the small tractor-type you can sit on and don’t have to push. The black dude was not too happy with this new fancy machine because it completed the job long before knockoff-time, which meant that a few more odd garden tasks were added to his job-description.
Now this black dude is no ordinary dude. He was once appointed as temporary caretaker of the complex – only for one week, but since then the man’s pomposity has gone straight to his head! I have no prestigious position in the body corporate, and neither am I the man’s boss, but yet he calls me “Baas”…. only when he needs something – otherwise I am plain ol’ simple “Meneer”.
This morning “the baas” (that’s me) had to help this pompous dude fix the lawnmower tractor – again! He was too afraid to inform the caretaker (his real baas), because his real baas was on the verge of firing him, apparently on the grounds that he had already received three disciplinary warnings for gross negligence related to the “mistreatment” of the lawnmower, and also for disappearing from his workplace to visit the liquor store during working hours.
I will not go into the finer technical details of why the lawnmower refused to start, except to say that I strongly suspect sabotage. I also suspect that the black dude presumes that I know this, otherwise he would not have intimidated me by reminding me that he knows exactly where I live and where I park my car, and that I better keep quite about the incident.
A book can be written on the Kaffir mentality of people in my immediate surroundings, and I honestly do not know how the caretaker has remained sane under these circumstances. Apparently the caretaker is planning on leaving for Australia soon to visit family there, but the rumours are that he is not coming back, and that the black lawnmower-dude will again be appointed to stand in… God help us!
The entire black workforce, which consists of four male gardeners, two security guards who man the entrance gates, and a number of female ‘cleaners’ whom I have not counted, seem to have a rather conceited attitude. But besides this attitude of theirs, which in certain respects can be considered normal I suppose – for they’ve always had this attitude, there is another abnormality brewing in the air, that I simply cannot place my finger on. It is an abnormality that I’ve perceived budding, not only among the black workforce, but also among the ever-growing black tenants who are occupying the complex. I call it the “Kaffir Mentality”, for there is no other term that appropriately describes this.
No matter how hard one tries to be courteous towards these people, they have the nasty knack of showing you that this is their country, and not yours! The malicious evil streak is evident in the disrespectful manner they treat anything and everything the Whiteman has designed or built.
I’ve used the braai-areas as an example, but there are many other horror stories, related to the deliberate vandalism of the Whiteman’s designs, such as floor-polishers, vacuum cleaners, - in fact, anything and everything that needs electric power or fuel to operate.
Take trains for example: These massive amazing machines, designed and built by the Whiteman, cost money to procure, run, and maintain. Trains transport millions of black people back and forth to work everyday, and the fees are comfortably affordable. But -- what does the Kaffir mentality do to these machines when they’re caught out for not paying the travel fees? They BURN them down!
This has happened numerous times in the past, not only with trains, but also with busses, schools, libraries, and hospitals. If it’s not FREEee it will, sooner or later, get thrashed or burned. The estimated cost of the damage related to yesterday’s little incident with the train is R12-million! Do these people realize how much money is R12-million? Yes they do, but they don’t care!
My final say on this matter – while I’m feeling upset and angry…
I am sick-and-tired of people who talk in whispered tones about this “Kaffir Mentality” that is wrecking our lives. And when I say “people” I’m also referring to other ethnic groups, including several blacks who don’t think twice about using the word “Kaffir”. I know it’s an ugly word, but is it not time we start calling a spade a spade? Why should we speak of a “South African Mentality” when these issues crop up. It is not a South African mentality, it is a Kaffir mentality – full stop!
Commuters set Gauteng train alight
Johannesburg - A Metrorail train, travelling between Johannesburg and Pretoria, was set alight on Thursday night, Passenger Rail Agency of SA said.
"This incident occurred following a ticket verification action at Irene station by Metrorail staff," spokesperson Lillian Mofokeng said in a statement.
"It is alleged that commuters that were onboard the train that were caught without valid train tickets set the train alight."
The train was set alight between Kaalfontein and Oakmor, she said.
No one was hurt and the 26 passengers that were on the train were taken to their destinations by taxi.
Metrorail's Gauteng Manager Tembela Kulu said: "We cannot tolerate such actions from commuters that refuse to pay for services and we will intensify our efforts to work with the police and the community at large to ensure that the perpetrators are arrested".
Mofokeng said the line was being cleared and would be assessed to ascertain whether it was safe to operate Friday's morning peak train service. - SAPA