Friday, 28 November 2008

San 'Bushmen' return home in Namibia



November 27 2008

An elderly woman slowly looks around her new farmland, her wrinkled face lighting up with a shy little smile as suddenly she claps her hands.

"Our ancestors are happy that we are closer to home now, I can feel it, our dream will come true," Hira Khamuxas says.

She is among the 9 000 members of the Haikom ethnic group, among the San "Bushmen" people who were the first occupants of southern Africa, who have only now been allowed to return the region where their ancestors lived.


Although their communities have lived in the region for millennia, the Haikom were evicted from their lands about 50 years ago, when Namibia was ruled by South Africa's apartheid regime.

Last week, 300 Haikom took up residence on the Seringkop farm, which was bought by the government for their resettlement on the fringes of the world-famous Etosha national park, the traditional home of their people.

"I am now only some 60 kilometers away from my birth place, where I spent a free and happy childhood until I was 14," Khamuxas says.

"Then the South Africans put up a veterinary control fence nearby and told us to get out."

The apartheid regime began forcing the San out of Etosha in the early 1960s, and later chopped up the park to create ethnic homelands for the region's tribes, but the Haikom were left out of the scheme.

Like many Haikom, 65-year-old Khamuxas spent her working life wandering from farm to farm, labouring for small wages, until she moved a few years ago into a tiny township house in Otjiwarongo, about 250 kilometres north of Windhoek, where she survived on a state pension.

The great void

Her birthplace inside the park, at Ombika water hole, is now a popular destination for rich foreign tourists.

First made a game preserve in 1907 by colonial Germany, Etosha - whose name translates as "the great void" - is one of the oldest and largest in Africa.

Its unique landscape derives from a shallow depression of 5 000 square kilometres , which fills up with water only during a good rainy season, providing a haven for thousands of migratory pink flamingos.

The German colonial powers allowed the Haikom to remain in Etosha, where they continued their ancient tradition of hunting wild animals and gathering plants for food and medicinal use.

The park is about half the size of Switzerland, but originally was twice as big, until the 1970s when apartheid South Africa sliced it into ethnic homelands.

Once confined to their homelands, people were allowed to move freely when Namibia won independence in 1990.

Many people drifted to informal settlements at towns, trying to eke out a living. Some Haikom were lucky to be employed in the park as trackers and game guards.

'We have a management plan'

Namibia's government hopes the Haikom will now be able to cash in on the park's tourism industry, by buying land for them on Etosha's southern boundary.

"Government views the Haikom resettlement project as urgent," deputy prime minister Libertine Amathila said at a welcoming ceremony on Saturday.

"We have a management plan in place for the 78 families who agreed to come here," she said.

"Parts of the land will be used for agriculture, another for wild animals we will bring here to start tourism activities so they can earn a diversified income," she added.

"The main aim is to restore their dignity so they have a place they can call home."

Namibia is home to 30 000 San people of different tribes, who are the most marginalised groups in the country.

Deputy tourism minister Leon Jooste said the government has bought more farms along Etosha's border for the Haikom, in hopes of bringing them into the lucrative - but white-dominated - tourism sector.

"They will receive tourism licences and can take in joint venture partners to construct tourism accommodation in close collaboration with our ministry, so that they are not taken advantage off," he told AFP.

"Government plans to eventually remove the boundary fences of these farms to Etosha so that the wild animals can roam more freely, and the Haikom are part of this tourism project."

Hira Khamuxas will now teach her grandchildren the traditional use of trees and plants guided by the spirits of her ancestors, who she says are now happy.

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It's about time. May God bless them ... and keep them safe. May their days be filled with family and sunshine ... and their nights with laughter and happiness.

Mumbai

Thursday, 27 November 2008

Inspirational

An imbalance between rich and poor is the oldest and most fatal ailment of all republics.

- Plato

Tuesday, 25 November 2008

kill a biker week?

STOP KILLING BIKERS!

JEES .. about 5/6 guys gon down in the last 24 hours, one of them went under a truck!!!

for fuck sakes people drive like fucking adults please .. cars and bikes alike!!!

Rest in Peace to the fallen :(

Monday, 24 November 2008

Ladies and gentlemen ...

http://www.epp.org.za/

May i introduce South Africa's most colourful, vocal, and also fearless politician, Dame (she'd like that) Evita Bezuidenhout.

She is a elderly lady who is actually a man. Pieter Dirk Uys. During the old apartheid days, certain things could not be said, and the state also had it's own little issues. Very conservative, serious and intolerant - a screaming queen, but an ou tannie (elderly lady)at the same time, floored them. "She" could say many things openly, deriding the ruling party and the people involved.

Satire and and sarcasm were the order of the day, and still are. Politicians are so easy to make fun of, even more so when they don't get the jokes. Go see Evita's website (top) ... not a stupid person by any means, and is apparently well read too.

As little as the NP were able to stiffle her, the ANC also appears unable to compose even the most simple response, but to ignore her. It's funny really, because Evita HAS BECOME a leading political figure. She speaks with a moral, rational voice, something that neither the NP nor the ANC truly understand.

Enough from me .... read this from her, and i hope you go find more :)

"The tripartite alliance (from apartheid to tripartite?
Does history always repeat itself in rhyme and rythmn?) from Communist to
Trade Unionist was demanding pieces of the milktart of power. But democracy is
not the motionless stone statue of a roaring lion. It is a shaggy old dog
that needs to give itself a good shake every now and then so that the fleas
can fall off. In the last week the fattest fleas have flown in all directions.
The Angel of Death, formerly Minister of Health, is now in the Presidency as
Minister, having taken over from the Eminence Gris, Essop the Dour. I
once met Comrade Pahad in a dark passage and thought I'd be catapulted into the
underworld of "The Lord of the Rings." The King of the Orcs! But Manto
Tsabalala-Msimang is happy away from Health. She will now always be near
the Cabinet!"

Road rage

Radebe (the politico) told the Sunday Independent newspaper that motorists were also to blame for the behaviour of VIP drivers.

Nxumalo (the bodyguard) allegedly shot out the tyre of a car while on his way to pick up Radebe, causing a head-on collision that injured eight people.

Radebe said he had to get to Molweni outside Durban - 12 hours after a storm - to see how he could save lives.

"I'm not condoning VIP driver's behaviour, but I have experienced rude behaviour from motorists. They seldom give way and for no reason show us rude signs. Others when they see us coming, speed up and then brake unexpectedly," he was quoted as saying.

"Our drivers are trained to protect us. We are heading to elections and they need to ensure our safety. If a driver behaves like that, how do they know we are not being ambushed? Their reaction is to just push aside and shoot." - Sapa
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Well fuck me ... lookee here. Rude signs hell yeah ... i'm one of those .... if i see you coming trough the evening traffic like a messenger of god, complete with a whole convoy of self important soldiers .... the fuck you ... and i'll show you i feel that way.
No politician has been assasinated in souh africa since chris hani back when, 15 odd years ago i think? Ambushed ... push aside and shoot ... hmmmmm

Ties in with Aquila Ka Hecate's recent post about zuma saying we should FEAR GOD ... read zuma ... fear ... yes fear is coming to South Africa.

Ons vir jou Suid Afrika.

Hate speech





Jeremy Nell again .... so true.

Friday, 21 November 2008

Points to ponder

Axioms of the New Generation

1) Life isn’t like a box of chocolates, it’s more like a jar of jalapeños — you never know what’s going to burn your ass.

2) I love deadlines. I especially like the Whooshing sound they make as they go flying by.

3) Tell me what you need, and I’ll tell you how to get along without it.

4) Needing someone is like needing a parachute. If they aren’t there the first time, chances are you won’t be needing them again.

5) I don’t have an attitude problem, you have a perception problem.

6) Last night I lay in bed looking up at the stars in the sky and I thought to myself, where the heck is the ceiling?

7) My reality check bounced.

On the keyboard of life, always keep one finger on the escape key.

9) I don’t suffer from stress. I am a carrier !

10) You are slower than a herd of turtles stampeding through peanut butter.

11) Everyone is someone else’s weirdo.

12) Never argue with an idiot.. They drag you down to their level then beat you with experience.

13) Be careful . . .a pat on the back is only a few centimeters from a kick in the butt.

14) Don’t be irreplaceable - if you can’t be replaced, you won’t be promoted.

15) The more Sh*t you put up with, the more Sh*t you are going to get.

16) You can go anywhere you want if you look serious and carry a clipboard.

17) So this isn’t Home Sweet Home . . . Adjust!

18) Ring bell for maid service. If no answer, do it yourself!

19) I came, I saw, I decided to order take out.

20) Blessed are they who can laugh at themselves for they shall never cease to be amused.

21) I’d live life in the fast lane, but I am married to a speed bump.

22) Men have two emotions: Hungry and Horny. If you see him without a boner, make him a sandwich!

23) What should you give a man who has everything? A woman to show him how to work it!

24) How can you tell which bottle contains her PMS medicine? It’s the one with bite marks on the cap!

Monday, 17 November 2008

Weekend

SO much happened this weekend, it was full and busy and hectic and SO much fun.

For starters though, on a very bad note, get well Emm ... she and her husband were travelling on that BLOODY N1 highway at night and the was literally side swiped by a truck. The motherfucker then drove away. Thnk you to all who stopped to assist, including some of the think bike guys .... she is remarkably well, considering ... with almost no damage save a shoulder injury. WEAR YOUR GEAR PEOPLE ... it saved her life.

The 94,7 cycle challenge was MOSTLY a success. As usual fuck you metro, useless bunch of assholes. Well mostly, a few of them were actually helping. For the rest of them, go kill youself somewhere discrete.

The route was badly planned, and we ended up with some intersections where people were driving into the route ... well done to all the think bike marshalls. Somehow hen the tb guys get to a problem the problem gets fixed, usually quite quickly. We also get more respect form the motorists than the metro do .... wonder why.

I did the sweep first thing in the morning. WOW. Ok, 220 in a 60 zone .... hehe ... WITH approval .... no breaking any laws *INSERT MASSIVE CHECHIRE CAT GRIN HERE* as well as taking the M1 south and N14 highways at autobahn speeds. I paid for it dearly though, since the rest of the day i spent myself trundling along the same route at often 10km/h .... with wifey on the back too.

What an amazing event, from all sides. I had great fun explaining to a truck driver who was "waiting for a break in the cyclists" that the next break was about 30km's down the road and comng at 10km/h. :D

Ah well ... all's well that ends well, and yesterday ended well.

You Don't Remember, I'll Never Forget

Yngwie Malmsteen
It was you, it was me
And we would last forever
Any fool could see, that we were
Meant to be

Without you, there is no meaning to my life
You're gone and it cuts me like a knife
How could you leave me?

You don't remember, I'll never forget
You just don't remember, I'll never forget

Why did you turn away
Let your love fade away and die
You became so cold, you made me feel so old

When you left, you broke my heart
And just to see
How many pieces there would be
After you leave me

You don't remember, I'll never forget
You just don't remember, I'll never forget

Thursday, 13 November 2008

R.I.P. Mitch Mitchell



Hendrix drummer found dead
13/11/2008 08:16

Los Angeles - British-born drummer Mitch Mitchell, the last surviving member of legendary 1960s band The Jimi Hendrix Experience, was found dead on Wednesday in a hotel room in Oregon, officials said. He was 62.

Mitchell, whose innovative drumming was regarded as a crucial component of the Hendrix-led group's success, was discovered in the early hours of Wednesday at his hotel room, a county coroner's office spokesperson told US media.

No cause of death was immediately available, but a statement on the official Jimi Hendrix website run by the late guitarist's estate said Mitchell died from natural causes.

"We're all devastated to hear of Mitch's passing," Janie Hendrix, chief executive of Experience Hendrix said. "He was a wonderful man, a brilliant musician and a true friend. His role in shaping the sound of the Jimi Hendrix Experience cannot be underestimated."

Mitchell had just completed an 18-city tour of the United States with Experience Hendrix, a concert series featuring guest performers playing tributes to the 1960s group's music.

"Over the course of the recent tour (Mitch) seemed delighted with the interchange with the other musicians and the audiences. There is no question that he was doing what he loved," Janie Hendrix added.

Jimi Hendrix died in mysterious circumstances in London in 1970 at the age of 27, cutting short a ground-breaking rock career notable for his extraordinary guitar sound on albums Are You Experienced and Electric Ladyland.

The third member of the group, English bass guitarist Noel Redding, died in 2003 aged 57.
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This guy was so great. Especially on bongo type drums .... he also lost himslf in the music, and made such a huge addition the the Experience.

Lot of these old timers going now .... the world is poorer for their passing.

Wednesday, 12 November 2008

Being Poor

Here is a list of what being poor actually means…

Being poor is knowing exactly how much everything costs.

Being poor is getting angry at your kids for asking for all the crap they see on TV.

Being poor is having to keep buying $800 cars because they’re what you can afford, and then having the cars break down on you, because there’s not an $800 car in America that’s worth a damn.

Being poor is hoping the toothache goes away.

Being poor is knowing your kid goes to friends’ houses but never has friends over to yours.

Being poor is going to the restroom before you get in the school lunch line so your friends will be ahead of you and won’t hear you say “I get free lunch” when you get to the cashier.

Being poor is living next to the freeway.

Being poor is coming back to the car with your children in the back seat, clutching that box of Raisin Bran you just bought and trying to think of a way to make the kids understand that the box has to last.

Being poor is wondering if your well-off sibling is lying when he says he doesn’t mind when you ask for help.

Being poor is off-brand toys.

Being poor is a heater in only one room of the house.

Being poor is knowing you can’t leave $5 on the coffee table when your friends are around.

Being poor is hoping your kids don’t have a growth spurt.

Being poor is stealing meat from the store, frying it up before your mom gets home and then telling her she doesn’t have make dinner tonight because you’re not hungry anyway.

Being poor is Goodwill underwear.

Being poor is not enough space for everyone who lives with you.

Being poor is feeling the glued soles tear off your supermarket shoes when you run around the playground.

Being poor is your kid’s school being the one with the 15-year-old textbooks and no air conditioning.

Being poor is thinking $8 an hour is a really good deal.

Being poor is relying on people who don’t give a damn about you.

Being poor is an overnight shift under florescent lights.

Being poor is finding the letter your mom wrote to your dad, begging him for the child support.

Being poor is a bathtub you have to empty into the toilet.

Being poor is stopping the car to take a lamp from a stranger’s trash.

Being poor is making lunch for your kid when a cockroach skitters over the bread, and you looking over to see if your kid saw.

Being poor is believing a GED actually makes a goddamned difference.

Being poor is people angry at you just for walking around in the mall.

Being poor is not taking the job because you can’t find someone you trust to watch your kids.

Being poor is the police busting into the apartment right next to yours.

Being poor is not talking to that girl because she’ll probably just laugh at your clothes.

Being poor is hoping you’ll be invited for dinner.

Being poor is a sidewalk with lots of brown glass on it.

Being poor is people thinking they know something about you by the way you talk.

Being poor is needing that 35-cent raise.

Being poor is your kid’s teacher assuming you don’t have any books in your home.

Being poor is six dollars short on the utility bill and no way to close the gap.

Being poor is crying when you drop the mac and cheese on the floor.

Being poor is knowing you work as hard as anyone, anywhere.

Being poor is people surprised to discover you’re not actually stupid.

Being poor is people surprised to discover you’re not actually lazy.

Being poor is a six-hour wait in an emergency room with a sick child asleep on your lap.

Being poor is never buying anything someone else hasn’t bought first.

Being poor is picking the 10 cent ramen instead of the 12 cent ramen because that’s two extra packages for every dollar.

Being poor is having to live with choices you didn’t know you made when you were 14 years old.

Being poor is getting tired of people wanting you to be grateful.

Being poor is knowing you’re being judged.

Being poor is a box of crayons and a $1 coloring book from a community center Santa.

Being poor is checking the coin return slot of every soda machine you go by.

Being poor is deciding that it’s all right to base a relationship on shelter.

Being poor is knowing you really shouldn’t spend that buck on a Lotto ticket.

Being poor is hoping the register lady will spot you the dime.

Being poor is feeling helpless when your child makes the same mistakes you did, and won’t listen to you beg them against doing so.

Being poor is a cough that doesn’t go away.

Being poor is making sure you don’t spill on the couch, just in case you have to give it back before the lease is up.

Being poor is a $200 paycheck advance from a company that takes $250 when the paycheck comes in.

Being poor is four years of night classes for an Associates of Art degree.

Being poor is a lumpy futon bed.

Being poor is knowing where the shelter is.

Being poor is people who have never been poor wondering why you choose to be so.

Being poor is knowing how hard it is to stop being poor.

Being poor is seeing how few options you have.

Being poor is running in place.

Being poor is people wondering why you didn’t leave.

Tuesday, 11 November 2008

RIP Miriam Makeba "Mama Afrika"




Again thank you to Jeremy Nell.

Road rage

I had my second road rage invitation in 2 weeks this morning. First was a 60 something year old woman with a HEAVY babbelaas at the friday coffee. She was so asleep she pulled straight in front of another biker in the parking lot. When i confronted her all i got was swear words and threats.
This morning, some iodiot in a red volvo was plaing with his radio and changing lanes same time, when i revved his world he was also full of threats, swear words and an open invitation to go have fisticuffs.

The only way to describe (IMHO) the people in cages who try be quick in rush hour traffic is wankers. It really is so similar in so many ways.

What saddens me is the violence ... the anger ... fustration. It rather accurately reflects myself.

I am the problem. As much as all the rest. My living here with all these other people and trying to have the same things they do. The same space, resources, and so on. And having a job every day, going to lubricate the wheels of industry with our soul .... It just overwhelms you.

So is it world at large that is all angry, or just me imposing my own failings on it?

Both i would think .... i would also think i'd know better than them. But of course ... i don't ... and reinforce my belief that ALL people are problems that should be solved immediately.

Road rage

Monday, 10 November 2008

"Keep Talking"

For millions of years mankind lived just like the animals
Then something happened which unleashed the power of our imagination
We learned to talk

There's a silence surrounding me
I can't seem to think straight
I'll sit in the corner
No one can bother me
I think I should speak now
I can't seem to speak now
My words won't come out right
I feel like I'm drowning
I'm feeling weak now
But I can't show my weakness
I sometimes wonder
Where do we go from here

It doesn't have to be like this
All we need to do is make sure we keep talking

Why won't you talk to me
You never talk to me
What are you thinking
What are you feeling
Why won't you talk to me
You never talk to me
What are you thinking
Where do we go from here

It doesn't have to be like this
All we need to do is make sure we keep talking

Why won't you talk to me
You never talk to me
What are you thinking
What are you feeling
Why won't you talk to me
You never talk to me
What are you thinking
What are you feeling

I feel like I'm drowning
You know I can't breathe now
We're going nowhere
We're going nowhere

Thanks to Pink Floyd ... i believe this is David Gilmour's creation.

What the lyrics don't carry across is the dialogue that is carried through the ong, 1 part male the other part female, and how the questions asked, have already been pre-empted by the answer.
Hypnotic, soul wrenching.

Life

http://www.kevincyr.net/index.html


Wonderful painting this ... i love it. The mood, the tone, the subject ... and that chinese guy sitting by a fire with something to warm him.

Go see http://www.kevincyr.net/index.html for more.

Teddy bear's picnic

If you go down to the woods today
You're sure of a big surprise
If you go down to the woods today
You better go in disguise
For every bear that ever there was
Will gather there for certain because
Today's the day the teddy bears have their picnic
At six o'clock their mummys and daddys
will take them home to bed
Because they're tired little teddy bears

Wednesday, 5 November 2008

5th November 1605

Remember, remember the Fifth of November,
The Gunpowder Treason and Plot,
I know of no reason
Why Gunpowder Treason
Should ever be forgot.
Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, t'was his intent
To blow up King and Parliament.
Three-score barrels of powder below
To prove old England's overthrow;
By God's providence he was catch'd
With a dark lantern and burning match.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, let the bells ring.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, God save the King!

November the 5th has come and gone
But thoughts of it still linger
I held a banger in my hand
Has anyone seen my finger?

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I'm british ... mostly ... *chuckle* ... heritage and all that ....

What i love about this is the way a nursey rhyme embodies history, you read the above rhyme, and you know what happened. 3 score barrels, that's 60 barrels of gunpowder, helluva lot of bang that .... From wiki: "By March 1605, they had hidden 1800 pounds (36 barrels, or 800 kg) of gunpowder in the cellar."
Of course he was the traitor, and god was on the king's side, and Guy Falkes became very dead soon after.
I *suspect* that the reason it became a rhyme was popular support, and the subversive nature of the whole thing. Perhaps, the moral of the story is, don't play with gunpowder? The king doesn't like it.
As to remembering with wasting thousands on more gunpowder every year fo freaking CENTURIES after ... bugger off ... it's stupid, wasteful and utterly thoughtless of every single other living thing within a ten mile (listen to me) radius.

This story is older than south african history. Think about it.
If TV is the opium of the masses, then the internet is the cocaine for the collective

- David Moseley

http://mynewsblogs.24.com/ViewBlog.aspx?blogid=eeedf066-d584-495c-adcc-e6741f9ae8a0

America .....

http://jeremynell.com/



Thanks to Jeremy Nell for his wit.

Ps. Isn't it a strange thing that public eney number 1 is osama, and public person number 1 is obama?

Tuesday, 4 November 2008

Outcomes based education

I found this yesterday, to my absolute horror. I have 3 children, 2 currently in primary school. This OBE curriculum is crap. They really have NO idea how the children are actually coping, and the reports that are sent quarterly dont give an acceptable idea of how they are doing.

The syllabus itself is another issue, but having seen the work the are expected to perform, i can honestly understand the thousands of idiot matrics we currently have in our job markets. No offense, b they're stupid. Thick as 2 short planks with ZERO understanding of the world in which they live. Arbitrary example, eldest was taught that the bantu tribes lived in cities before the white man came ... (WTF?) and had sustainable farming in place .....

I digress. It's a fuck up. Pure and simple. No misunderstanding. The anc's bloody experiment with our future has failed, and we are all losers. I can only hope tat something changes soon, before we lose all rationality.

PS, universities are not coping with the low standards of education, and are also lowering standards, if only to try convince world at large that we are achieving something after the glorious revolution *spit*

Ditch OBE now, academics urge

November 02 2008 at 02:40PM

By Noelene Barbeau

In a week when thousands of school pupils are writing their matric exams, leading academics have slammed South Africa's outcomes-based education (OBE) system, calling it a waste of time and saying it should be ditched.

Among those calling for the jettisoning of the system is the American educator and self-proclaimed father of OBE, Dr William Spady.

Spady, who toured the country in 1997 addressing thousands of teachers about outcomes based education, said South Africa had "completely missed the boat" in understanding the concept.

He said he had distanced himself from the South African version of OBE

In an interview with the Tribune this week, he said that OBE could be used only when there were no time constraints and students could work at their own pace.

This, however was not the case in formal education, which was based on strict time schedules.

He said he had distanced himself from the South African version of OBE and described it as a "professional embarrassment".

Former University of Cape Town vice-chancellor, Dr Mamphela Ramphele, has also slammed the system.

"We have chosen the worst curriculum policy you could ever imagine," she raged at a meeting in Cape Town earlier this week. "Not a single country in this world that has undertaken outcomes based education has succeeded."

"Canada tried it, they dumped it. The United Kingdom, the Netherlands, and New Zealand tried it, they dumped it. Not us. No. If we make a mistake, we keep making it . . . Why? . . . Because we are afraid of people saying 'this inferior black-dominated government doesn't know what it is doing'."

Professor Jonathan Jansen, former Dean of Education at the University of Pretoria, asked who would take responsibility for this "curriculum mess" and the millions of rands spent on this "curriculum disaster". He said the curriculum changes were "a terrible decision that widened the gap between the children of the rich and the poor".

Spady is encouraging his South African colleagues to stop referring to OBE in any form, because it "never existed".

The OBE system, introduced from 1997, was intended to make a clean break with apartheid education.

"But all it has done is weaken the education system," said Ramphele, whose controversial book, Laying the Ghosts to Rest: Dilemmas of the transformation in South Africa was published earlier this year.

Explaining OBE, Spady said that "in the real world" OBE could be used only in training programmes for institutions like flight schools and karate, which were not time-based.

He said that at the time he had warned South African audiences that, from what he could see, the curriculum South Africa had chosen fell far short of these "fundamental features of the OBE paradigm".

"Had there been stronger conceptual understanding and agreement, I believe the educational leaders would have been able to make a more constructive choice about reforms they sought to implement during the first Mandela government," Spady said.

Duncan Hindle, the Director-General of Education, did not want to comment on Ramphele's OBE criticism without further information.

He said that in principle every system would be reviewed if required.

Introduced in 2002, it was revised by an education committee and approved by provincial MECs.

noelene.barbeau@inl.co.za
This article was originally published on page 1 of Tribune on November 02, 2008

Monday, 3 November 2008