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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=397389" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Financial Manager in the new South Africa</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sun has risen like a large red ripe orange<br>and I can almost smell its ripeness<br>on the early morning air<br>and I am driving my brand new red BMW<br>with its leather seats, <br>dark windows, flaring South African flags<br>and large L-sign, <br>slowly through the old dilapidated pickups, <br>the old Jetta’s and ten year old cars<br>of the white folks<br>who are going to work<br>like a herd of cows.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">BEE is a really great thing<br>and gave me the opportunity<br>to be promoted from filing clerk<br>to financial manger<br>and now my cousin<br>who was formerly a tea lady<br>is the personnel manager<br>and although the job seems tough<br>it doesn’t really matter<br>how I do it, <br>as long as I get to work on time<br>and drive the white minority to perform<br>and to stand in for me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sometimes facts and figures<br>goes right pass me, but my white deputy<br>certainly knows his stuff<br>and at times talks on my behalf, <br>especially at board meetings<br>and if he doesn’t buckle up<br>and toe the line<br>his job will be mine <br>to give to another<br>who bows down<br>and says yes boss to me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Just now I will scratch my head, <br>put my feet on my desk<br>and ask aloud: <br>“right where am I now? ”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when the figures <br>on the papers in front of me<br>doesn’t add up<br>shaking my head<br>I will remark: <br>“going nowhere slowly.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The afternoon tea will indicate<br>that the working day is almost done<br>and it’s time to go home<br>where three wives will welcome me<br>and like a god I will walk<br>past the white employees<br>and stare at one of them<br>to scare the living daylight out of him<br>and ask if the assignment he is doing<br>is completed? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I will take some files from him<br>and draw green lines at places<br>even if I do not comprehend<br>any of the calculations</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and tonight I will shed my suit, shirt and tie<br>put on my traditional skins<br>sit in the shade of the old oak tree<br>at the back of my yard<br>around a pot of foaming beer<br>and will hear the voices<br>of my children and play with them, <br>have an orgy with all three my wife’s <br>and now I drink my tea<br>without spilling any from the cup<br>and the clock on the wall<br>tell me that its time to go home.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">[References: BEE stands for: Black Economic Empowerment. A riot policeman by Christopher van Wyk.]</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gert+Strydom">Gert Strydom</a><div class=q>
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