South Africans perfected
The Wanna-Weewee dance –
Performance is effected
At every given chance.
Invented in Zimbabwe,
But one can understand it
Why dear old Mu-ga-be
Then summarily banned it.
It indicates unrest –
Such things in Zim just cannot be!
Arrest was thought as best
To stamp the stamping out, you see.
Here, students want to show
How much they are unhappy?
They prance so you will know
They need a change of nappy.
And workers, on the whole,
(Or in, as miners’ case may be)
Don’t simply take a stroll,
But stomp about ecstatically.
They think that this will bring
Some loot from coffers running dry,
So logic is a thing
They lack the wit to give a try.
Thus, all that they achieve
Is loss of what they might have had;
They finally receive
Much less, in all; oh well, too bad.
With all the floppy flab
That flaps around, the while they dance,
Indeed they need to grab,
For exercising, every chance.
But still, what comes to mind
While witnessing this antic
Is that need to toilet find
Must be what drives them frantic.
I was born into an ‘upper-middle-class’ family, as one of the privileged race, before and during Apartheid. We fell into hard times, though, and not only was I unable to go to university but I had to leave school early to supplement the family income. It didn’t occur to me to gather a group of buddies and go dancing in the street, causing disruptions to the public who were actually producing something, and trashing things here and there just for fun, in order to rectify this.
It did occur to me to carry on obtaining qualifications at my own expense. That took me a long time, but I finally attained professional qualifications through the Institute, and then a BA through Unisa (University of South Africa) at the Durban campus pictured here.
We also had the children to worry about, on limited funds. Even though the government schools were at a higher standard than now, a private school education seemed the best way to go. We managed, somehow. Then it was university for the two of them. Once more, it was all managed without stomping and whooping. Now, the same process has, and will, apply to two batches of grandchildren
If you gain the impression that I am not terribly sympathetic towards the ‘I want’ generation, you have got it in one.