Wednesday, March 21, 2012

COUSIN THEMBISILE SITHOLE (MARRIED AS "THEMBISILE NYATHI")




Today I am presenting you the identity of 

RELATIVE:
Thembisile

RELATIONSHIP: BYBLOOD my maternal first cousin.  Her mother, a younger own sister to my mother, is born Mavimbela by the Emjindini Royal House's Swazi Princess,
Eleanor Mafede Nkosi, wa Sigeyeza, wa Khenkana, waSomhlolo.



CONTACT EXPEREINCE: IN PERSON and we grew up together in Mpumalanga, particulary the town called Lothair with our mutual maternal grannies, the Emjindini-Barberton Princess (Mafede) and her husband Mr Verimuch Mavimbela, a naturalized South African from Swaziland. I still have fond memories of Thembisile's perennial lady-like deportment even as early as the infantile age of 2!  I think she took just everything from the maternal grandmother!


Thembisile does not have the vocabulary for "first cousin".  Our of sheer love, if you are her first cousin like I am, she simply prefers calling your "Brother" or, as the case may be, "Sister".  She thinks "cousin" distances you too much from her!


Ladies and Gentlemen reading my post: that then is the bond I tend to have with my relatives who are going to miss me when I am gone (and if they can) WILL KILL WITH AN IDENTIFIABLE CAUSE FOR MY UNTIMELY DEMISE!!


So, to my haters I say: PLEASE CHOOSE YOUR ENEMIES WISELY!!!!



ANCESTRY: Thembisile is the daughter of Mrs Eva Sithole (wife to Soweto's Mr Ephraim Beziwa Sithole ex-New Castle, KwaZulu-Natal). Eva is the daughter to Princess Mafede. The said Princess is fathered by Emjindini Emissary of King Mswati II (Prince Sigeyeza Dlamni). Prince Sigeyeza  is fathered by Prince Khenkana Dlamini, a brother to King Mswai II of Swaziland.  Prince Khenkana is fathered by King Sobhuza I.

A 11 November 2006 cellphone capture of Blogger's Maternal aunt and uncle
(Mrs Eva Sithole and Husband Ephraim Beziwa Sithole)
in their house in Soweto.
The two are Subject (Thembisile's) parents.
They have been with Blogger (Phiri) through some of
the hardest times of his life:
Coming back from exile in 1994 and for four years
left to his own devices by tribalists who were angered by the
fact that Phiri stood against exile tribalism in the camps in Tanzania

Wednesday, 4 January 1956-born eldest brother to Thembisile:
Mr Sayitsheni Sithole in a 2007 picture taken at his home in South Africa's picturesque KwaZulu-Natal Province, New Castle, Emadadeni
Blogger had gathered there with the Sithole extended family for two successive dos
(in two years) inclusive of a wedding by Thembisile's youngest brother,
Johannesbug-based engineer, Mr Sifiso Sithole














Blogger (Phiri) and Maternal First Cousin
Miss Bongekile Sithole
(Thembisile's younger sister)
in a 2006 picture
taken at their home in Soweto,
Johannesburg, Gauteng Province
Republic of South Africa




THEMBISILE'S POSITIVE CHARACTERISTICS: Though soft-spoken to a fault, Thembisile is ruthlessly firm.



RESIDENCE: (WITH NEITHER STREET NOR HOUSE NUMBER) She lives in Soweto.  You can try your luck to make friends with her on Facebook, although you will have to be straighforward that your saw her name from a cousin's blog and tell her the truth why you think she is amicable stuff for you.  Be warned: she can be a no-nonsense woman!

INCIDENTS

I grew up with Thembisile in the 70s but lost contact with her  due to both my schooling (and hers), complicated later in the decade by my involvement in the liberation struggle internally.

However when I came back from exile, and because of my  loud mouth against camp acts of tribalism which caused my enemies to abandon me at the internationa ariport  (then called Jan Smuts, in Johannesburg) on April 5th 1994, it was Thembisile's father who came for me with his brown Ford Cortina.

I subsequently spent 4 years with Thembisile's family in Soweto, as a punishment from those I had blown whistle about in exile, struggling to get integration into South Africa's security structures despite being a loya freedom fighter and member of the Pan Africanist Congress Military Wing, APLA/POQO, from as early as my school-going days in 1976!

It was only when I had gone through the Truth and Reconciliation Commission (to report the perpetrators of exile human rights abuses and the subsequent victimization of me), that my enemies started to relent.  In 1998, I got integrated, like all former freedom fighters, into South Africa's vast security services.


MOST MEMORABLE EVENT:  


When I returned from exile in 1994, Themb'sile was still a toto going through high school at Mncube in Soweto.  She was together with the younger sister, Bongekile (Bongekile will be the mother of the grinning boy in the family picture to follow while the rest of the children are Thembisile's)


So this one day, on my visit to relatives Johannesburg, I got peeved with visual stuff I picked up as doing the rounds in that household too often frequented by my cousins Themb'sile and Bongekile.


When I came home, I requested my uncle and my aunt to sit with me as I call Themb'sile and Bongekile (the school children) to lay down the law to them as "Big Brother".


My strictly-very-cultural-Zulu uncle agreed, although my auntie saw red (BECAUSE I INITIALLY DID NOT REVEAL TO THEM WHAT IT WAS THAT HAD INCENSED ME IN JOHANNESBURG TOWN, AND HAD NO SUCH AN INTENTION because it was the kind of stuff as you can imagine, not making for easy discourse with either your seniors or your juniors AND HERE I WAS STANDING RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THOSE TWO CATEGORIES).


"I've called you here my younger sisters", I started uneasily but fervently. "To order you like your bigger brother" (ONCE AN OFFICER ISSUING ORDERS, ALWAYS AN OFFICER ISSUING ORDERS EVEN AT HOME..HA...HA..HAAA!)


"...For as long as you are still school-children."  I continued while the four Sitholes watched me, all with fingers over their lips.  "YOU DO NOT SET FOOT AGAIN AT THE HOUSE OF UNCLE SO-AND-SO WHO LIVES IN JOHANNESBURG TOWN.


"IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?"


Thembisile was the first to say: "Yes, Big Brother.  I understand and if you say so, then I will not go there again while I am still attending school."


I do not want to divulge online too many family secrets.  Suffice it to say hell was to break lose in the family that day with two camps at each other's throats with Camp One led by my uncle and Camp Two, by my aunt.

At some stage, when my aunt was standing over me ready to slap the hell out of my talkative mouth, Mr Beziwa Ephraim Sithole, the strict Zulu traditionalist, produced the famous soccer red card for his wife's attention.

"Listen, Woman!" he said in a soft but clearly uncharitable voice.


"Yes, Pappa." responded the wife, my aunt and my mother's youngest sister.


"Whose only picture do you see standing on these walls?"


"Your father's, and my father-in-law's, Sithole Senior's, Pappa." my aunt answered.


Then my uncle (and I could have hugged him out of sheer relief from the anxiety in frightening prospects of a burst ear-drum or something) sent the killer punch to his wife:

"So, if me and you are agreed that this is my father's house, on what basis do you get this audacity of standing up, while I am seated, approaching this poor Goodman for your intended thrashing of him when all he did was to talk to his younger sisters on something that he found, whatever he found, was improper for children to come across?"


"My apologies, Baba!" said my tall and thick-set Aunt who receded to her seat while her eyes, I could read, were still embers dark yet still laced with an unmitigated appetite to grill the pig me alive for my inauspicious grunts.

"But this Goodman little child of my elder sister's, Belinda." she protested amid gasps still panting for air to an underused adrenalin for a steamroller-over-Phiri thankfully stolen by my uncle.  "Has a way of driving me mad sometimes with the way he holds no respect whatsoever for any subject under the sun."


Still justifying her apoplexy, she said: "I did not want, my dear husband, that issues of impropriety in other people's families should come to vex my house here, but that is exactly what your precious Goodman is doing now by bringing here in our Soweto house  the rot going on in Johannesburg's Central Business District."

"No," protested my totally unschooled but very analytical Zulu uncle, Beziwa Sithole.

"Goodman was not bringing in the Johannesburg rot here in our house in White City, Soweto, no! All he was doing was what every big brother ought to do for younger siblings...KEEP HER VULNERABLE SISTERS AWAY FROM WHATEVER ROT HE CAME ACROSS IN JOHANNESBURG."

"I am so sorry, Pappa!" my mother relented, while Bongekile, Thembisile's younger sister, was sobbing spasmodically.


Thembsile, on her own, remained as calm as the water in a rested glass.  In any case, if, at the very beginning of the engagement, her wisdom was emulated in taking an order from a former APLA guerrilla officer without question. All the day's pain would have been avoided by the Sitholes and myself!



My uncle ended the day by blessing me and said.


"I know your wife is still in Tanzania.  I do not know how that matter about your wife will pan out.  But, my child, today you have conclusively demonstrated you have got true love for the Sithole sons and daughters, particularly your sisters here, Themb'sile and Bongekile.  I wish that you one day have a happy family with the best of women for your wife, because your love for your relatives deserves equal reciprocation from your better half".


"WHY DID YOU DO THIS PERSON'S PRESENTATION?"
you may ask.


The answer to this is simple:


At the pace things for Phiri's life are going with Mr Jacob Zuma leaving me no quarter to enjoy my human rights as a full-fledged South African citizen, one day I will end up (if I am lucky) prematurely in a coffin or (in the standard way of the doings of the Zumas in exile), Simply Disappeared Without Trace.


For that matter, one of my relatives featured here, Mrs Thembisile Nyathi, whom I have given the honour of being the first person highlighted here read last week this blog and another and got the shock of her life I was in so much trouble and told me in tears that she does not think I will survive this war.  I promised my first cousin Thembisile "It is not a worry for me if I survive or die in this fight, my worry is those who, like Mr Zuma are busy engineering my destruction, should not live to enjoy the fruits of their crime just like those who caused Stanza Bopape to disappear to this day are driving expensive cars around Pretoria smiling "Just how stupid black people are: we murdered them, tortured them, and caused them to disappear without trace yet they never even bothered to try and found out who we were... thank you very much Mr Mandela for forgiveness".

Phiri's Maternal First Cousin Thembisile (in red)
and her beautiful Nyathi family in Soweto, Johannesburg
The Republic of South Africa




Thembisile's maternal first cousin, Blogger Mr Goodman Manyanya Phiri
with a female colleague during a dinner at work

"If I should die." I told Thembisile.  "No Human Rights Court out to prosecute a suspected-perpetrator-Zuma for his abuses against me, should struggle as to whom to ask, whom to appeal to, and whom to pillory."



Also it is important for me for the records of my exile-growing children to know not only their relatives (like Thembisile Nyathi) but also the people, like Mr Jacob Zuma who caused via artificial charges and denial of information in respect of my TRC-Truth-and-Reconciliation-Commission-case, caused them (my children and their Tanzanian mother) for 18 solid years now, to remain marooned and effectively banished to the East-African country.

Beside the sweet tears of Cousin Thembisile Nyathi, I was also  prompted to identify people around my life after reading today two important messages on this Human Right's Day in South Africa, one Delivered by the office of the State President, while the other, by the office of the Public Protector.



Notwithstanding the fact that I have been truly buoyed by the Human-rights statement coming from the Presidency, the past two incumbents to the  President’s Office have since been very destructive towards any notion of addressing, let alone redressing the Goodman Manyanya Phiri cases of deeply violated human rights to this day, 21 March 2012.  I call it 
the Nguni tribalism of South African presidential incumbents”. 




Indeed, even as I am preparing this post template March 21, 2012, there are indications that there are Nguni, particularly "Mandelasque-Xhosa tribal" plans afoot to make sure that, after 60 solid years of an ANC dominated by Mandelasque Xhosa tribalism, the oncoming first non-Nguni President of the ANC i.e. Khalema Motlanthe, will in the future be bracketed by Nguni with both a former President Zuma being Nguni and a future president being Nguni "BECAUSE NON-NGUNI AFRIKAANERS, PEDIS, KHOIS, Non-Nguni COLOUREDS, SOTHOS, TSWANAS, ETHNIC INDIANS, Non-Nguni SANS, VENDAS, SHANGAANS, AND EVEN FELLOW-NGUNIS LIKE SWAZI AND NDEBELES, ARE SUPPOSED TO BE TOO DUMB TO RUN THE ANC ON THEIR OWN WITHOUT THE POLICING PRESENCE OF A ZULU OR A XHOSA-SPEAKER") 









While the messages from both the venerable offices of the Presidency and the Public Protector are encouraging that one day, after 27 solid years having my human rights being abused by nobody else but the people in power today with and including Mr Jacob Zuma as my commander in chief who last year violently turned against his own subordinate Phiri, six armed military policemen ("with murderously bloodshot eyes") at the latter’s Lyttelton official residence all in order to suppress whistle-blowing on corruption at the workplace, I will one day maybe get a state President and/or a Public Protector who will listen to my case with the correct glasses of lawfulness and not abuse of the courts just because “[I Zuma am the commander in chief over Phiri and I will not allow Phiri to blow the whistle on any corruption by any of my friend Mandela's relatives like Zini-Bobelo]”.





I hope one day I will have retained to South Africa my first wife Leonilde and Children Thoko and Maziri (otherwise banished to Tanzania by the Jacob Zumas to this day despite TRC rulings to their favour as victims of human rights abuses at the hands of Xhosa-speaking Clarence Makwetu, Monezi Gcilitshe, Benson Mandindi and supposedly Sotho-speaking Daniel Mohato Mofokeng a.k.a. “Romero”).



I hope the false 2001 charges that two clearly Nguni-tribalized gentlemen Thabo Mbeki and Jacob Zuma meted out against me for blowing the whistle against their fellow-Nguni Ntombizodwa Zini-Bobelo who corrupted a security organization in Year 2000, will be dropped by a sober-minded incumbent to the presidency seeing that those trumped-up charges came three days after my writing a grievance to the presidency over the Mashoala-Ramano cover-up to the Zini-Bobelo-fornication-for-promotion, and a Phiri grievance letter written 6 March 2001 (over the aforementioned, self-corrupted Zini-Bobelo, for which Zuma is prepared to lose his ANC leadership over for ignoring all grievances written him over the corruption by his friend Mandela's self-prossed cousin Zini-Bobelo over the rot in Zuma government offices othewise meant to serve South Africans fairly without any Xhosa tribalism, black racism or Zumaism)




For that matter, I don’t need spy tapes to have the charges dropped.  I just need the implementation of a South African law called  PAJA (Public Administration Justice Act) ...implemented by a fair-handed and constitutionally-minded future president who cannot only be sympathetic to an act of whistle-blowing, but will not be talking Zuma’s language that [charges that come after a grievance was written to The President over corruption cover-ups, should take precedence over the grievance, as indeed, even as of today, Mr Zuma has flatly refused to address a grievance launched with the office of the presidency on 06 March 2001 BECAUSE HE DESIRES TO ABUSE THE COURTS AND GET ME WRONGFULL FIRED THROUGH THE VICTIMIZATION CHARGES THAT EMANATED FROM MY BLOWING ON THE WHISTLE ON ONE TOO MANY CORRUPT XHOSA-SPEAKING "MANDELA-RELATIVE" IN GOVERNMENT!].




In the near future, I hope to get both a President and a Public Protector who will ensure me a refund of my personal R1-million spent since 2004 fighting a victimization case alone in the Supreme Court, while Messrs Mbeki and Zuma were abusing courts to silence a whistleblower.




I hope to get a Public Protector who will assist me together with the future State President to revive the two cases I have pending in both the Constitutional Court and the Supreme Court for otherwise having run out of funds to prosecute them.  Mr Jacob Zuma, where he is clearly a collaborator to my victimization in favour of the Zini lady, cannot be getting a judgement by default where he has unlawfully denied me the financial power, like is due to any civil servant charged at work, to prosecute my case.





In any constitutional democracy like ours, incumbent Mr Zuma, his minister or his other security subordinates in the “per-judge-unmentionable” department whence I was falsely charged in 2001, removed and caused to loiter in office as of 2002, dragged very litigiously to a string of Supreme Courts hearings from 2004 to 2010 over the same Zini-Bobelo corruption matter, and finally escorted at gunpoint in 2011 to stay at home forever, CANNOT GET ANY JUDGEMENT BY DEFAULT.


Mr Zuma cannot get any judgment by default to his favour when he himself with one side of the tongue orders his director general to the departmnt concerned to deny Phiri funds to pay lawyers for the 11-year-old case while the other fork of the tongue announces on this Human Rights Day today [South Africans have equality before the law]:






"Let us celebrate the right to life, equality before the law, human dignity, freedom and security of the person,"


Does Mr Zuma seriously call it "human dignity" the poverty stricken conditions that he (through abuse of state power to protect Zini-Bobelo's work-place-prostitution-for promotion), as per the next video shows, he has forced Phiri to live under in Mamelodi, Pretoria, South Africa?









As a victim, I still do not think anybody who helps not himself deserves help.  That is why today on this Human Right's day, I've resolved to point out individuals who had a role negative or positive in my 27-year-old struggle (since 1985 in an ANC exile) against Mandelasque Xhosa-tribalism in the otherwise most venerable anti-racism and anti-tribalism African National Congress among whose founders, I am proud to say it till my last breath, were my maternal cousins by affinity, Swazi Queenmother Labotsibeni and Pixley ka Isaka Seme the latter of whom as you might know, via Swazi Princess Lozinja, made Zulu conjugal relationships with the Swazi Royal House from which house maternally descend not only my third maternal cousin Mr Zwangendaba Seme, but, of  course, my own mother, Mrs Belinda Thokozile Mavimbela-Phiri too, and her immediate ancestors: mother Princess Mafede Nkosi, grandfather Prince Sigeyeza Nkosi, great-gran Prince Khenkana, to my mother's twice-great gran, [His Majesty Swazi King Sobhuza the First and Maternal Third Great Grandfather to Writer and Blogger Goodman Manyanya Phiri].


Lastly, I need to mention the fact that I am aware of the level of bad feelings, from both friend and foe, this post may generate.


But I am also aware of the inestimable value it will have to those who are research-minded.


From foes: it will solicit rancour because for the first time I am identifying Zuma's 27-year-old and older instruments of his xenophobic oppression on Phiri.




From some friends and relatives:  bitterness because in general people dislike their details going on-line (you would swear maybe they once saw a computer mauling and fatally biting a close relative's head!)


The second and perhaps most important reason why some (but not all) relatives and friends may fume at seeing their names on these posts is the fact that people do not want to be associated with a revolutionary like Goodman Manyanya Phiri.  (Interestingly, once Revolutinary Phiri becomes President of South Africa Phiri tomorrow, the very same people will be the first to jump (pretty much like self-corrupted Zini-Bobelo is doing about the Old-man Mandela who may not even know the Zini-Bobelo character possibly abusing his in-many-respects-deservedly great name) and say: "Hey, did you know that the President is my cousin?"




To particularly my blood relatives (if it will help where I am sometimes said to be caustic), I have one message to say to your mollification and placation:  I DO NOT NEED YOUR PERMISSION TO TELL THE WORLD THAT YOU ARE MY RELATIVE SINCE I AM NOT SUGGESTING HEREBY THAT WE, BY VIRTUE OF BLOOD TIES, "SHARE THE SAME POLITICAL VIEWS".  Indeed, Cousin of mine reading this, only an imbecile can jump to conclusions like "If Phiri is the thief, then so too is his first cousin Thembisile or any other cousin".




That part having been put to bed, I do though admit guilt in advance, that, where my friends, relatives and "allies" are concerned, I will also per accident or even design, open up serious family discussions on issues of paternity that others would best confine to the family whisperings.  But still, if you or I think X is not Phiri's father (and we've talked about it in the family to the extent that Phiri has publicly changed his surname from "Phiri" to the "Sibeko" who is supposed to be the "real" father i.e. biological father, EXCEPT FOR THE HEAD-MUNCHING MONSTER CALLED A COMPUTER, what is the difference between the on-line public on one hand and on the other hand:the public stretching from Phiri's residential neighbourhood to Home Affairs offices?




Surely I would hate it when I am gone and my currently two-year-old daughter Tamara or Zuma-exiled 18-year-old daughter Thoko goes to visit an aunt who, though per her own professions is not an own sister to my daughter's father WOULD LIKE TO BE WITH MY DAUGHTER WHEN THINGS LOOK BRIGHT FOR THE PHIRIS AND DESERT THE PHIRI FAMILY WHEN DAYS ARE AS DARK AS THEY HAVE BEEN FOR THE PAST 30 YEARS in a xenophobic Apartheid,  that was followed by a Mandelasque Xhosa tribalism, which has now apparently spawned a  Zumaphoid racist South Africa)




Lastly, I am  a strong believer in the notion that your life is not in your hands; rather it is in the hand of your enemy if not that of your God, meaning that your enemy (marked "Foe" in these posts) is probably the most important person in your life.  Treat your enemy with dignity and he will treat you with equal dignity; and treat him like an animal and he will do the same to you when the tables are turned as they surely shall be turned one day in favour of your enemy!




May it be the last accusation against Goodman Manyanya Phiri that I did not appreciate potential salvation from my own enemies, but I am not about to treat them with undue respect when they have so much brutalized me, my wives and children for the past 27 years now, without any scintilla of remorse.  Sorry, but respect does not come cheap from a Phiri. We are the original kings of all humanity, us Phiris of the very Stone Age; and we deserve a measure of respect from commoners like Mr Zuma... Hallelujah!

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