Friday, 14 June 2013

All those in favour of Lobola – hands up!




A few days ago I was chatting with a friend of mine whose 58 year old aunt recently tied the knot. In our conversation we somehow ended up talking about how much lobola was paid for her aunt – and the question: “on what basis is lobola paid?” came up. 

 This is something I’ve always wanted to know but you know you can’t ask abadala (elders), because you’ll be told “that’s none of your business” or “you don’t ask such questions” – as they always say.

I think getting married is every girl’s dream and you grow up visualising how you would love your big day to be. But do you ever wonder about the events that build up to the big day – lobola negotiations; how is lobola charged? Is it charged according to your qualifications, your beauty, your intellectuality, how you walk, how you talk, how you are around people and/or how you carry yourself in public, how good are you at cooking and cleaning?

I always fear that one day when someone asks for my hand in marriage then there is going to be a problem – I will probably go for R100, because of my laziness. 

Personally, I think that lobola is a way of saying thank you to the girl’s parents for bringing her up.  


Traditionally the lobola payment was in cattle as this was a symbol of wealth in the African society. However, many modern urban couples have switched to using cash. The process of lobola negotiations can be long and complex, and involves many members from both the bride's and the groom's extended families. Often, to dispel any tensions between the families, a bottle of brandy is placed on the table. This is usually not to get drunk; it is simply a gesture to welcome the guest family and make everyone feel more relaxed, and it is known as mvulamlomo, which is Xhosa for 'mouth opener' i.e. price for opening your mouth (to speak) to express the purpose of your visit. It might create a barrier for some young men looking to take a bride. It is common for a couple that is emotionally ready to commit to each other to stay unmarried if they do not have the financial resources to satisfy the impeding traditional ritual.


What really happens in an instance where your boyfriend is thinking of marrying you but it can only be just that – a thought, but he does not have the means (lobola) to do so. 

Personally, I am game for lobola. I think it is a respectful way of handing the woman over to her fiancé to say “this is our daughter”, handle her with care. I also think that it crafts some level of respect for the man towards his fiancé and his in-laws-to-be. 

A couple of weeks ago, I was watching some short film on Mzansi Magic where a young woman was going to get married. She’s doing great for herself – a high position at work, company car, that corner office. Her boyfriend proposes marriage and she accepts. Thrilled, she asks her boyfriend to set up a date with her parents – to ask for her hand in marriage. The boyfriend says “It cannot be soon, sweetheart. I need to get money together for lobola, unless you lend it to me.” Crazily in love, she agrees to loan him R60 000 and signs a cheque on the spot.  The day of the lobola negotiations came, the woman and her mother prepared lunch for the guests that are coming. The boyfriend and his family never showed up and he was gone with the R60 000 cheque. He was gone and never to be seen again. Of course, the young woman was left heartbroken.


From my point of view, I think that it is good to be interested in knowing what discussions take place when negotiating for lobola*wink*.  Girls, it is not our business to be helping men out with lobola – I think it will jinx your marriage. Let’s stick to what we have been taught by our parents – respect and love.

What’s your take on lobola?


*picture: courtesy  http://www.sokwanele.com/articles/agenderedinsightintotheloboladebate

Monday, 10 June 2013

A happy tune for a change


Today I woke up with such joy in my heart. I kept humming a song called Sunday by The Soil that my 5 year old sister sings so cutely. Today, joy did come in the morning for me – when I least expected it.

I woke up free today. Free from depressing thoughts, free from trying so hard to change things I know I have no control over, free from doubt and most gratifyingly; I woke up free from being myself's number one enemy. 

I am the type of person that would put myself in danger and not realise or just simply refuse to realise. I would do things to satisfy people and leave myself miserable. Today I woke up free from all of that.

Could this mean that I only realised today that I’ve been leaving an unhappy pretentious life? NO! I just concentrated so much on making other people smile before I did - big mistake. Kanti I should be my number one priority.

In fact, what makes us happy in life? It definitely is the little things that make us laugh our lungs out. There is nothing more I enjoy than being around family and friends. When my friends and I get together it is just total bliss. I don't even think I should talk about family - they are just a bundle of joy.

I guess as different and as unique as we are, we are made happy by different things. But why is it often that we don't count the little things that make us happy as blessings? It is those little things that save us from doing stupid things and help us keep our heads held high.

I almost became menace to myself by letting peer pressure drive me insane. My friends are getting married, some are married and they are having babies.... Aaaag nunus man.... Now this has been bugging me a little – to the extent that I thought there is something wrong with me.

Do you know that God knows when something is bugging you? He sends an angel to talk to you. So an angel came to my rescue this weekend and I seriously have no idea how our conversation started. She says to me "Don't give up in life". As I am sitting on the couch, I'm thinking: RANDOM! But she continues and she says to me "While she was at a clinic a while ago, she was sitting next to a woman that had given up on a having a child long ago because doctors told her it was just not possible. Off course, it affected her marriage. Years later she falls pregnant and she had just turned 40." 

I'm sitting on that couch thinking: where is this conversation going? "See miracles do happen" the angel says to me. 

Like I said before, people are made happy by different things and definitely at different times. So if you are reading this post and thinking what drugs am I on right now – just take a minute and indulge on the drug called nature. I promise you being on a natural high puts things into perspective.

So today at work, sis Funie (colleague) is wondering what the hell is wrong or right with me. LOL. Lenna ha ketsebe, mara I think life is trying to teach me that I should not focus so much on what could make me happy but to rather assess how I'm feeling right now. You know we tend to focus so much on the future that it pollutes our minds and we totally forget on living in the present. So live in the moment, I dare you.

Just to make sure that I rub off some of this happiness to you – watch my little sister in action. Love her lots!



Wednesday, 5 June 2013

Identify yourself from the rest – be young and smart

Do you believe that there is meaning behind our names? Do they determine how we will turn out in life? Is there meaning behind our actions?


Well, it is just recently that I convinced myself that truly our names have meaning. I am named after my clan – the Thembus, Ngoza, Mathibane, Qhudeni, Thukela etc. Every time someone would ask me what my name means I’d say “I’m named after my clan” because I really didn’t know and never really asked.

It is until recently that I decided to google the meaning of my name (yhe google me baby) and this is what I found:
1.       a name derived from the verb "tuku" which means to astonish or to be startled
2.       "the fearsome one" 

Best believe I am all of that.  I come from a home where identity is everything. My grandmother always emphasizes that we should know who we are and what our values are. So my name means the startling one and oh boy am I surprising.

I remember in 1998 when I was staying in King Williams Town, Eastern Cape – my aunt would bring home guests. At the time she was working for the South African Communist Party (SACP). So she would invite some of her colleagues from the communist party and the African National Congress (ANC) to our house. I was eleven years old at the time and I’d listen through the door and when I heard they are done talking business; I’d walk into the sitting room and start singing Magasman by Trompies ft Lebo Mathosa.  

I have always wanted to be awesome and be in the spotlight. But can you blame me? I’m named after the great Thukela River – I’m bound to be great.

Knowing the meaning of your name is the first step to knowing yourself – because first it’s your name, the values instilled in you by your parents, your culture and most endowing – knowing exactly where you come from.

I know exactly what I want in life because I know what I’ve been through. In this month dedicated to young people I would urge all young people to do some introspection.What does it mean to be young? How do you celebrate your being young? What legacy do you want to leave behind? Most importantly, do you know who you are?  We do not know who we really are and we get caught up in so many problems – because we don’t stand for anything.

Who will educate our children about our cultures and our values if we don’t care to know? What do you believe in? Is it working for you?

What I love about the youth of 1976 is they knew exactly who they were and what they wanted. Today, we are such duplicates – we want to be like other people. Our biggest problem though is being clueless about our own backgrounds and cultures.

Yes I’m a modern woman but I have a clue about my culture and olden values – and I love it. I love it when my family comes together for Umcimbi (traditional ceremony). I love having a sip of umqombothi.

In this month of June (Youth Month) I will celebrate it by finding out more about my culture, values and other old things that the youth doesn’t find interesting anymore or just choose to ignore.

I heard somewhere that there are three types of people on this earth: “those who make things happen, those who watch things happen and those who wonder what’s happening.”  

I would like to be one of the people that make things happen.  So join me in motivating other young people in fighting for their identity. Your being addicted to drugs does not say who you are nor does it determine what you are meant to be – you still have the power to redeem your identity.

“Never be bullied into silence. Never allow yourself to be made a victim. Accept no one's definition of your life, but define yourself.” 
― Harvey Fierstein

Happy Youth Month!



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