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Don't Squander Our Dearly-Bought Freedom

by Jabulani C. Buthelezi

367 pages; quality trade paperback (softcover); catalogue #03-0364; ISBN 1-4120-0002-5; US$29.00, C$35.99, EUR23.40, £16.30

Post-apartheid struggles continue unabated in South Africa. "Now, the enemies are Africans themselves, especially African intellectuals," says the author.

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About The Book Don't Squander Our Dearly-Bought Freedom tells a story of political turmoil in the Post-apartheid era. Vista University campus becomes a site of protest, where demonstrators decry the education of so-called slaves and claim that inferior education should not be allowed.

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About the Author Jabulani C. Buthelezi if from South Africa and now resides in the United States of America. This is his second book.

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Sample Excerpts or Table of Contents

Contents

1. Azikhwelwa! 1

2.What is Fundamental Paedagogics? 20

3. You embarrassed me young man 41

4. Is this your wife my son? 63

5. Higher education is expensive 77

6. Don*t be a bat Velemseni 87

7. I am not Jesus Christ 97

8. Why must we be killed? 123

9. Freedom is for all 149

10. I am not suffering from AIDS 179

11. Who is sinning? 209

12. My cup runneth over 231

13. What is marriage? 247

14. Why are African academics not writing books? 258

15. What are we doing? 277

16. What is the centrality of our education? 305

17. This job offer goes with a company car 329

18. Boycott the graduation! 349

From Chapter 1

Azikhwelwa! A di palangwe! A di namelwe! Awagitshelwa! A di palangoe!

Rise! The insane passion, aggressive avarice The urge to always command black slaves lurks in those cold blue eyes; The lust for my blood Thumps in that pale heart of his. His aggressive psychosis impels his head And mine too.

Mathe Diseko. In C.C.W. Twala & 10 Others v The Supreme Court of South Africa. Soweto Students* Riots. Microfilm No. 16564 Michigan State University Library.

No, brothers and sisters, I will not boycott Vista University education. I refuse to boycott classes because I left my home in KwaCeza in KwaZulu for these classes. My family sold our cattle and are starving themselves almost to death in order to pay for my university education. My widowed mother, MaNgcobo, is now a washerwoman so that she can pay for my taxi fares from the Men*s Hostel to Vista University. My eldest sister left school to take a back-breaking job in Durban so that I can get a university education." the seventeen-year old Velemseni Nxumalo bellowed. The sinews on his neck stretched out and allowed gushes of blood to gallop to his brains. He gesticulated ferociously and his stomach contracted like a fist. His ebony forehead glistened in the midday Soweto sun amidst the teargas as hundreds of students ran away from caspirs, sjamboks and security forces in camouflage uniform.

"Azikhelwa! Adipalangwa! Asinamali! Viva class boycott, viva! Long lives the spirit of class-boycott. Long live! Aman- - - -dla! Ngawethu! Azanians, Comrades, plaasjapies, and sellouts! Away with inferior education! Away with education of the slaves!" piped a sqeaking voice amidst the toy-toy which was repeatedly punctured by Amandla Ngawethu! The toy-toy broke into the sonorous: Senzeni na? Senzeni na? Senzeni na? Senzeni na?

With bloody glazed eyes, the brains of the demonstration peered about wide-eyed and then led a column of followers towards Piet Joubert Administration Building. Demonstration placards tore the air with inscriptions such as, "We demand Freedom Now!" "Away with Baaskap!" "Away with Bantu Education!" "Glorified high schools are not universities!"

In that bright September 13 midday, the Vista University campus turned into a battlefield. A helicopter menacingly hovered above the melange while the hippos roared and rumbled through the melee mass. Stone throwing shattered several windows of the Dominie F. S. Koekemor chapel. Trigger-happy White youngsters in camouflaged uniform danced with their R4 Rifles or AK 47s on the armoured trucks. Some jumped off the trucks and moved towards the students. "These Kaffir universities are hornets* nest Tiens. Aren*t they?

"More than hornets* nest Dirkie. They are factories for agitators, communists and all sorts of lui skepsels wat hulle plek nie ken nie."

is Xhosa and Awagitshelwa is Zulu for "We are not riding buses"

A di pa langwe is Pedi, A di palangoe is Sotho and A di namelwe is Tswana for "We are not riding buses"

Asinamali is Zulu for "We have no money" These three slogans were coined during the Alexandra Bus Boycott and Evaton Bus Boycott of 1957. Thereafter the slogans gained their momentum and contextual meaning which called for solidarity whenever Africans held a strike

Amandla ngawethu is Zulu for "Power is ours!"

Plaasjapies is Afrikaans for "people from the country."

Senzeni na? Is Zulu for "What have we done?" It implies what have Africans done to deserve the harsh treatment meted to them by the Whites.

Lui Skepsels wat hulle plek nie ken nie means "lazy creatures who do not know their places," To most South African Whites, Africans are subhuman and therefore should occupy a subordinate role under the feet of the Whites

"Yes, it is as simple as that. African intellectuals must pay back to their communities before we realize the fruit of liberation. You will pay heavily Velemseni. Some people paid heavily for the freedom that now allows us to eat wherever we please. They paid heavily to rid the country of "Whites Only, Dogs and Africans not allowed in here," signs. Our heroes like Babas Stephan Sobantu Biko, Mthuthuzeli Shezi and Ongkopotse Abram Tiro paid dearly for these firstlings of freedom dawning on us. Think of Solomon Mahlangu, Siphiwo Mtimkhulu, Sibusiso Zondo, Benjamin Langa, Matthew Goniwe and other martyrs. It is our turn to take the baton and relay it to the coming generation of students. Look outside Velemseni. Look at the homeless, the street children and street vendors who litter all towns and cities. Look at the prostitutes who trade their bodiew for a living and the thousands of HIV victims. Did our heroes die for this?"

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