- INTRODUCTION
Honesty is the best Philosophy. It is easy to be dishonest , even when there is no need. It is easy to hate someone because they don’t do according to your wishes. What is worse is seeing someone ill treated and people being dishonest to that person.
This one goes to all communities. General community, Maskandi Community, HIP HOP Community, etc. Legends of music die because of dishonesty. I have seen many musicians die. Tupac, Bhekumuzi Luthuli, Mtukhela, and many more, the likes of BIG. These legends died out of dishonesty brought by hatred. The worst one was when Marvin Gaye died out of hatred, thus dishonesty.
The next story happened to me today. It has nothing to do with music at all. It is me and whether am honest or dishonest. It all began with :
- CIGARETTE
I was reluctant to join my wife to my sister’s to wash her hair. Yesterday, I had promised my father Nkebe aka Gqofile, that I will visit him that day. So, we went. There I was with cigarette on my mouth. We took a corner near Granny Madlamini and about 5 steps I threw the cigarette still burning.
We continued on our way and reached our destination. We talked with father while waiting for Cebile who was not there.
Eventually, she came with news. The 🔥 was burning bad coming towards sugarcane of Induna. I came out and saw the fire. Seeing that there was no wind coming towards sugarcane I relaxed. Soon I realised it was coming faster than I thought.
That made me panic and took action fast. I began defusing the fire. I took water containers. And an old blanket and tried my best putting out the fire. Cebile helped bring water containers. Mind you we were short of water. At that moment Gqofile was inside the burning field. That made me realise that he can be a victim of the fire. I told him to come out of the burning field. Which he did.
- THE FIRE
The fire was burning at the slow pace. I think it was because I had tried to contain it. At that moment I was very tired. Mind you I was working alone. Everyone realised how hot it was. No one even tried to lend a hand. Seeing that, Cebile tried help pouring water where it had not come to. She was done washing my wife’s hair.
It seemed we were losing the fight. There was little forest still burning small, but burning. I remembered Moses and the burning forest. I looked at my feet. I had taken off my flops as I thought they will get burnt.
What I did not realise is that I have burned myself. It did for sure. There was no more space to move without walking on the fire. Hot ashes, hot coals from sticks were burning me like hell.
This is when I realised I was defeated. No matter how I tried, there was nothing I can do. I decided to go home and make a call.
- HONESTY or DISHONESTY
When I reached home, I called Induna. Unfortunately, he was out of reach. This is why I made about five miscalls.
Realising that I don’t get him, I went to his wife. She called out as I was approaching. “Did they do it again to me?” I told her to wait until I came to her. I confessed. I said that, ” I threw the burning cigarette that burnt the dry grass. That’s how the fire started.”
She thanked me for being honest. She continued saying she thought people had done it again. I became aware of the situation going on.
It is a said thing when people do something wrong to someone. That one makes me said. I hated it actually.
It is all about hate. It bears dishonesty. Imagine people talking to you and hate you at the same time.
Anyway after that I went home. This time the fire had went into MaShozi’s sugarcane. I did not realise that at first. Just when I finished bathing, induna phoned. I started explaining myself again to him. “Don’t worry Makhanya. The good thing is that you were honest. By coming ahead and told straight up, you made me realise you are a good person. Don’t worry all is going to be good. After all this sugarcane would be prepared to go and make sugar.”
After that I called MaShozi and let her know. “Brother Makhanya of MaKhawula, don’t worry about it. The sugarcane would be cut and taken to make sugar. Thank you for being honest.”
This, I was not ready for. At the time the fire was burning, I had given up. I was ready to make any payment. The truth is I consulted my great grandfather Mbulawa inside the traditional kitchen. All he said was that, “all will work out.”
Belief is belief. All that matters is that I believe. My beliefs.
