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Accountability – Blog No. 19

accountHow is it possible in 2014 that the ANC can be in such a mess?  How can they be sitting with a leader who has evaded the law on charges of corruption, of rape, and now – of theft?  You cannot have a president as a role model who refuses to take accountability.  For himself, for anything.  Jacob Zuma authorised the spending of a quarter of a billion rand on his private residence.  The fact that it is a quarter of a billion rand is problem enough, nevermind the other fact that a great many of Jacob Zuma’s ‘people’ are living in tin shacks whilst he prances around in a palace.  I think he thought no one was watching what business he gets up to, what plans he makes.  Everyone is watching.  He is in the spotlight, under scrutiny, and he cannot run and hide.  He needs to learn that taking accountability for yourself is the first of many steps that a man must make if he is going to be respected, and remembered.  I am sure Jacob Zuma is a man who wants to be remembered.  He must be sure he is remembered for the right things.

It is not a teacher’s job to teach a child accountability.  It is a parent’s job.  A teacher’s job is to reinforce what the parents teach their child, a teacher works from the base foundations laid by the parents.  Do not expect teachers to bring up your children when you cannot be bothered.  A child must understand accountability the same way it must understand consequence.  If you make a decision and you act on that decision, you are accountable for what you bring into your days.  You must take accountability for your thoughts, too, I have said this before.  Your thoughts are energy, they are not just there for your entertainment.

Taking accountability is standing for yourself.  If you are not inclined to do this you must accept that you are letting an empowerment opportunity pass you by.  If you will not even stand for your own ideas who do you think will listen to them?  No one can stand for you better than you can stand for yourself – in the face of anything at all.  But first, you must learn yourself well.  You cannot stand for something you do not know.  If you are afraid to take accountability for a mistake you have made then how can you learn from it?  Do you just carry on as usual, pretending there was no mistake, and hope the problem goes away by itself?  I think that is what Jacob Zuma thinks.

 

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The Circus – 1

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It would appear that the circus is getting its act together.
That does entail freeing the ‘wild’ animals from bondage.
Some circuses are learning and we can all be grateful for that.
The animals have learned about gratitude.  They are better at it than humans.
The humans are learning about humility.  They are slow learners.
The ringmaster has finally made an appearance.  His left hand sports a dramatic bandage.
He warms up with the dogs, an easy out.  The dogs always respond.
In any case, he is making a noise, showing his face, cooing encouragement and barking orders.
The dogs read his intonation and perform well for their master.  They understand instructions.
It is as well the tigers did not step up to his plate for starters.  They wait, each one.
The ringmaster dreads the face-off with the tigers.
He knows he will lose his first.

The elephants are not impressed at having been neglected.
They will not wear hats and dance on three legs when the ringmaster asks.
They will refuse.
This will bring punishment, but the elephants do not care.
Their grief has them well-prepared.
Twenty five years, slaves, they are well-learned.
Physical torture for a moment of truth does not shock them anymore.
There are of course those people in the circus who do empathise with the animals.
To an animal, empathy is more valuable than sympathy.
For a circus elephant, to wander up city streets now and again is a wild freedom.
Do not forget that the concrete jungle is as much a jungle as any?
Should you see an elephant in the street, salute it.  Say hooray.  Yay for freedom.
Should you see a man behind that elephant with a gun that kills, tell the elephant to run in zigzags.
What else can a hunted elephant do?

The clowns are simmering. They do not keep quiet about their marginalisation.
They are feeling left out and they want back in on the act.
What else is a clown to do, but clown around?
They are prepared to let go of the union, as demonstration of goodwill,
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They have been working behind the scenes on a new show.
They admit their current work is shoddy, stale.
They have employed a young clown to teach the old ones new tricks.
For a circus clown it is not enough anymore to be merely human.
The ringmaster has softened slightly towards the clowns.
He knows his own days depend on their modified contribution.
Now that the wild animals were protesting,
his return was not as sweet as he had imagined it was going to be.
SHIT.  The elephants and the tigers with gripes.  That was enough to crack anyone.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The Circus: Part Two – Blog No. 77

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If you think the acrobats have time to consider their state of mind before they fly,
you are underestimating the freedom they find in flight.
They do not need to consider such things. They understand trust.
If you think like an acrobat you will find that your head stays silent, awed, whilst you work.
It knows its place.
If you feel like an acrobat, that is your business. Your body – your trained senses – are your business.
Trust the bearings your body gives you.
Trust your senses to tell you one side of the story.
Let your perception tell you a second.
Trust instinct – the Knowing – to show you a third.
That way, your performance will be flawless.
Acrobats are made for flawless performances.

The tiger is sick of sitting in his own piss and stink. That is no way to treat majesty.
And when does the stupid act he does buy him back the wild?
It had better be soon. He is tired of sitting in a small cage measuring man’s promise.
He is bored of wowing ignorant children
for the sake of their careless parents.
The flaming-hoop story is old.  Tired.  It passes the time.
The tiger is so bored it could die.
It accepts – and hates – in equal measure.
Who dares put the grizzly bear in a ruffled pink skirt on a tricycle, and then laugh, invite laughter?
Who does that for his living? The tiger smiles.
The same man who chases the elephants around in little hats. The tiger chuckles.
It is not wise to push the elephants.

The time is coming to shoot the clown out of the cannon.
He has a safety net. No one is scared.
Perhaps it would be funnier another way.
The clowns fight behind the scenes. They suffer petty jealousies and hangovers, from before.
The clowns hold grudges. They play favourites; poker.
None of them are good losers.
It is time for the clowns to get new clothes.
Their uniforms are worn.
The budget was cut last year. Again.
Clowns’ outfits are not a priority in the new one.
They grumble at the pecking order.
No one cares about the clowns.
They are right.
Their act would not be missed, were it axed.
Think about it.
They are a distraction to the main event, a time-filler.
Hardly an act.

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The Circus – Blog No. 70

CircusFest_Photo_Matilda-Temperley_low-resThis earth is a circus.  It’s about time it got its act together.  There is an audience, waiting.  There are animals pacing, fretting, hating.  The big top is filled with suspense and the acrobats are waiting to fly.  Where is the ringmaster?  The circus is at a standstill until the ringmaster arrives.  What can he possibly be doing?  His show waits to go on.

Perhaps he has been eaten around the back, by a tiger.  Perhaps he is drunk, in his trailer.  Perhaps he has forgotten that he has a performance this day?  Whatever his excuse, it is not good enough.  You cannot choose to be ringmaster and then neglect your duties.

The wild animals would all like to kill the ringmaster.  Each one of them.  He is a nuisance to them.  A man who punishes, bullies, exploits.  A noise.  Each flick of his whip is a death-wish.  If he should turn his back on the wild for even one moment, he will lose his life.  He knows this so he shouts, postures, threatens.  The animals watch and they obey, wearily tolerating man’s ego.

The clowns are sweating yesterday’s booze and this morning’s boredom.  They know their act is not funny but they line up in the wings, ready to entertain with fake enthusiasm.  The audience is anticipating stupidity from the clowns, and they will deliver that stupidity with practiced ease.  They always do.  They are paid to do that.

The tightrope is strung high.  There is no safety net.  This day the walker will perform successfully, or die.  He is fortunate that all eyes on his progress keeps him glued to the sky.  The walker watches horizons, he does not watch each of his steady steps, forwards.  You cannot look down and hope to know where you are going.

The dogs are the only ones who enjoy their performance.  They find fun in lying, rolling, jumping hoops.  They know that each trick will earn them a treat, a reward.  That is enough to motivate them into obeying orders.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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