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by David Kapp, South Africa Jul 29, 2011
Education , Peace & Conflict   Poetry

  

Just as well (they can’t attend)

Just as well
they can’t attend
I declare in response
to hearing yet another
tale about the fiefdom

Our primary school kids
can’t attend some game
or the other (your guess)
forbidden as it were
by the new regime
during their occupation

Just as well
since where are they
our sporting role models
found spitting and cussing
on the field of play and
abusing women on the side

Just as well
then they can’t witness
deliberate professional fouls
and calculated nastiness
(so where’s the fair play)

Just as well
our children can’t attend
as it is bad enough
they are forced to learn
from the likes of us





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Who is this David Kapp

David Kapp is left-handed. He has been so for a while now. Born in Claremont, South Africa, long ago. Did a bit of primary school there. Moved to Belthorn Estate, Crawford in the nasty sixties of apartheid’s Group Areas Act, when his hair was still black. Belthorn, at some point, had an ‘e’ at its rear end.

Mom is an English teacher-activist, now retired; and is responsible for my book-wormish little habit of correcting folks’ grammar. Dad is a socialist trade unionist, now retired; and is probably responsible for my questioning everything questionable on this particular planet. My height – upwards, not sideways like certain of our politrickians – is due to my plumber granddad, my mom’s dad, with whom I share a birth date (of long ago!). My mom’s mom was English, in her ways.

School consisted of peanut butter sandwiches and football and stuff, at Heatherdale Primary (1967), Belthorn Primary (1968-1970), Athlone High (1971-1973) and Oaklands High (1974-1975) – I suddenly forget the school I attended in Claremont. Can I get amnesty for this? Drifted from Athlone High to Oaklands ‘cos he could not imagine doing Woodwork and / or Latin (there or anywhere) until matriculation. Nothing personal, you gather.

Worked as a computer operator, did lots of nightshift and plotting against the apartheid state.

Studied Adult Education at the Centre for Adult and Continuing Education (CACE), University of the Western Cape (UWC), 1989-1991, and worked at the Centre for about 7 years. Hair started changing colour. Hair also started getting bigger.

Later worked at a gender-training unit, GETNET, just over Athlone bridge, on the Cape Flats; the career centre CRIC in Kewtown, Cape Flats, and at a youth development NGO called RAG (Resource Action Group), all as a computer literacy trainer and a wannabee alternative lifeskills hack. Hair still big.

Realized – light-bulb style – in the main, whilst staying out yonder in the religiously and politically conservative, non-English territory of Beverley Park, First River (1989-2009) out in the Northern Suburbs, that “reading is the key”. Helped youngsters a bit out there with their reading, and was a “resource” and “safe space” for them to do their homework / school projects. Got myself involved as a Reading Helper / Volunteer, in 2008 (based at Athlone's Alicedale Primary School) with the NGO Help2Read.

Started writing in non-rhyming short sentences at a GETNET Gender Conference in December 2003 or thereabouts, with the naughty theories of Italian communist Antonio Gramsci humming in his ears courtesy of one comrade Ebrahim Rassool (who did an address around and about “seizing the moment”, Gramsci-style).

Thanks to this wondrous thing called the internet, I have continued to irritate and bore people here and elsewhere to this day, in a non-rhyming sort-of way.
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Just as well - they can
Henry Ekwuruke | Oct 5th, 2011
I had like to continue from where u stopped. We could only move forward If we act together As one.



Henry Ekwuruke | Oct 5th, 2011
I had like to continue from where u stopped. We could only move forward If we act together As one. Just as well They can attend in time.



Akshyata Uprety | Oct 23rd, 2011
Such a pleasure to read your poem..



Just as well
Henry Ekwuruke | Oct 26th, 2011
David. I reckon, you are right too. However, two better heads are better than one and it's better a statement "we" than "I". Thanks, moreso for the poem. It's great! We need to teach also the better things.



Just as well (they can’t attend)
David Kapp | Oct 5th, 2011
Henry - thank you for youe comments. I reckon we don't always necessarily "do the right thing" when we "act together". Some of the oddest and nastiest things have happened in the name of acting together.

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