I took a drive to Cape Town to fetch my son, a while back, and spontaneously stopped at a well-known farm store on the way.
I'd read a something about its transition, during our transition over these last somewhat strange few years.
I never bought anything. In fact, I didn't even go inside because the comments I'd read exclaimed how expensive it's become. I can no longer afford expenses. Especially spontaneous or unexpected expenses.
But I did go into the bookshop because books always.
And always, these days, I see the signs...
The signs
I use the gifted gap
to find my feet a bit
my glow comes back
my healthy fit
My Vibe
I start to dance again
and so
the crowd begins
to turn away
but I see it now
because now I see the signs
So he shared my private story
with a village
After I only told him
to protect him
To help him
but because I said no to more
it happened again
so wide and commen
they took it to school
adults using
Children
adults hurting
Children.
But nobody wants to talk about it.
This might be criminal
This
Considered harassment
by the book
But since Silence is enforced
Around Here
instead of the law -
I am she who must obey
Because, these days, I know the signs
One of them is a cop;
One a lawyer;
The church won't give me space to do service for the community;
That doctor had no time for me;
A man veered his car towards me while I was walking to the village
to scare me
I see the signs clearly
A woman told me she'd been threatened and I supported her
Another that she'd been frightened
and I supported her
Another story was shared
and I supported her #too
but that post on social media
disappeared
And when I asked for help
the women
were all too scared
and some of the men were #too
I see the signs now
So I shared my private story
on social media
to remove their ammunition
and to protect my son
because I didn't do anything wrong
Perhaps this
only made them more angry
because things
escalated
More
I flirted with a dark-skinned man
because he didn't put a ring on it
and He Followed Me
to get my number
Then I got busy and said no thanks.
He didn't stop messaging, though
and this may also be
some kind of harassment
but I don't really know
because this is normal
where I try to live
and it's allowed
and even encouraged
Even when I found out he was married and I know his wife.
I Am protective of her
because she's a young mother
Beautiful
Gentle
Strong
and works all day long
to make sure the family survives
while he plays
And nobody thinks
this is wrong
I see this as a sign
I lost my shit
because I like her
and I'm tired
of boys being boys
so I told him to grow up
To be a good father
To be a good man
To protect his family
To set a good example
for his son
But I reckon he pulled the race card to protect himself
An easy way out
but I'll never know
because nobody asks
the woman's side of the story
where I come from
Especially the women.
This works both ways
#too
and how does that work
I wonder?
When some of the men
are also #too
afraid
to speak
And how ironic
When I lost everything
Fighting Racism
And a lie
But it's because of this, that I now can see the signs
And so my car was vandalized
in broad daylight
in the middle of the village
and nobody will talk
Or make eye contact with me
It's a car I can't afford anyway
but I'm getting too tired to walk
some days
And this happens to others #too
I see the signs, as people look away
I see the whispers
in their eyes
and know
he's lied
The smear campaign.
So inevitable
it's not hard to see
the signs
but nobody here wants #too
Here we go again.
Perhaps they think I'm Muslim because
Out Of Respect
I covered my head
when I shopped at That café
Even though I'm not religious
and affiliate myself with no
One
And us All
But nobody asks
Me
What's been said
or done
I'm a woman in South Africa
alone
and this makes me prey
and also a threat
to some
And I know the signs
these days, these days
I know #enough
to know when not to speak
And even when the truth
becomes clear
over time
everything remains the same
Yes
I recognise the signs
Maybe Only Human
Nature
The green eyed monster
'cause I was getting stronger
It doesn't really matter
when I have to lay down
and rest
for two days
So It is important
To see the signs Clearly Now
Because she also claims
to be a "good Christian"
And they know I'm sick, by the way
#religiousbutnotspiritual #notonlymen
I took the rubbish out
this morning
and had a conversation with a man
who also sees the signs
It's dangerous, I said. At the end.
He nodded
and said yes.
They are
dangerous.
He's seen these signs
#too
because he works at the rubbish dump
on a Sunday morning
But I don't need a man to agree
to make me
accept the signs
I see
Not anymore.
I look for other places
but I'm only allowed to live
where that other man
allows me #too
They'd be outraged
if they knew
but only if I
were a man
I know the signs
and there's nothing I can do
when I'm Guilty
Until Proven Innocent
And even then
they turn away
Because now they're embarrassed
or ashamed
At their mistakes
So I start to smoke again
because I don't want to live
here anymore
And I can't really live like this
None of us can live like this.
But when Will We See the signs?
Turns out there is actually a school that's better than old school, after all.
And the only way out, in my experience, is...
OUT.
Asap, please.
I can't afford more damage to property.
Or to myself.
If anyone knows of an inexpensive rental in Cape Town that is safe, peaceful and private please say hello.
I need your help.
I have a something to write and some kind of financial stability to reclaim. And I'm exhausted now. One step forward and two steps back because they just keep comin'. And saying no only makes it worse.
Quite frankly, it's almost impossible to rebuild in times and circumstances like these.
As a single woman in South Africa.
But, of course, hardly anyone will believe or take me seriously because I'm a woman.
And this is precisely what makes this situation dangerous.
Interestingly enough I found this at the same farm stall and have, subsequently, connected with some folks from Afrika Burn when I reached out for more footage for a pending chapter of the new book.
Some synchronicity in more ways than one.
This must be from one of the Burns?
Very quiet, ridiculously sober, super private, hermit artist type Pippin seeks secluded place to dance, bake cookies and create.
Loves kids, animals and music.
Has epic recovery skills to share.
Only humans who uplift and support fellow humans, please. Because that's what Pippins and Nuggets do.
But wtaf is a "Pippin" and a "Nugget", you may wonder? (Still... apologies... but #they'remakingitmycircus)
Well I'm still trying to write that for you while I try to navigate "the people".
Because we the people can be bat-shit crazy.
On we go as soon as Pippinly possible.
Hardened Dreamer
Mother
Peaceful Warrior
Determined Dancer
and Stargazer
still...
Beyond fear is freedom
And there is nothing to be afraid of.
To Life, with Love... and always for Truth!
Nicky Dee