TEEN ISSUESThe PregnantTeen TrendStory by Mantombazane KhumaloIt is hard to believe that one of thehardest journeys of life is treated as afashion parade by some people! A longtime ago, when our parents were growingup, young girls and older women who areable to bear children would do just thatand stay at home to take care of that child,but now it has all changed.Teenagers, who we all regard as children,between the ages of 12 and 19 years,have started to take this burden on forthemselves. Some of my friends alwayssay, “We should all have babies beforethe end of 2010 or we won’t have anybabies the next year.” We all know itis not true but it all has been put inour heads and now it all seems like afashion parade.Pregnancy is now something competitivelike ’’Cynthia will not havemore babies than me’’. Fashion, fashion,fashion!I remember listening to Jozi FM radiostation and hearing of a woman aged28 who had eight children! That is absurd!We as teenagers should knowthat a child is a flower that will nevermove away from you until death takesits course – or so my mother says.We all like to feel loved but somewhere,somehow there should beboundaries. Yes, love is a thing betweentwo people that includes communication,trust and care. It doesn’t hurtto love yourself first, setyour goals for life, achieve them and then laterbecome a baby maker so you are able to lookafter your babies.We should remember that we are our parents’burdens, so how can we bring more burdensinto their lives? If things are tough already, howcan we take care of another human being?Wanting and having a baby are two differentsituations. First you want one because everyoneelse is having one and then you’re havingone because you don’t have a choice. It is easyto want a child in theory, but in practice, it isvery difficult - even for adults who are establishedwith jobs, money, homes, and all youneed for this huge undertaking.Teens who know what they want in life strive towork hard and have it all but a teenager whoselife is not planned ends up in the streets of Jozi.Teenagers tend to let life rule them. You mayhear a teenager saying, “At home things aren’treally good and sometimes I go to school hungry.’Well, let me give you a word of advice, I amalso growing up in a family where you wake upin the morning wondering what you are goingto eat that day, but with that in mind it pushesme to do more. Success is not measured by allwhat we have but by what we achieve.Don’t be rough, be tough and say no to sexuntil you are ready. Keep this in mind, if you area teenager having a child: who will you be whenyou are thirty years old? We are supposed tobe the teenagers of today and the parents oftomorrow but we are racing ahead and arealready the parents of today! So what abouttomorrow?31
SNIPPETSPOETRYWe Cypher!That’s our Sunday dish in Walmer!Story and images by Annelisa TuswaEvery Sunday, a small community of musicians and poetsgather at one place, a platform where artists meet,spreading their knowledge through expression of theiramazing talent.“Cypher is a platform for artists to articulate their arts.” SaidThabane – a poet and writer – in our interview one Sundayafter his incredible performance.This platform is described in many ways but all at once, it’sa platform for expression, a place to relax and express yourmind freely. Every Sunday, you find people gathered in oneplace to perform and most importantly to support the talent.The youngsters who perform are as young as ten years old!These artists have established a non-profit organizationcalled F.A.M. (Forward Arts Movement). “FAM is more like ahome for all types of performing arts,” explained Zukele “DJShane” Mangqangaza, an organizer for FAM. “We meet oncea week to prepare for our Sunday Dish,” he said.The recognition for the performing artists is amazing. Youmeet children all over the township singing the songs ofthese artists!“It’s sad because we hear these artists in taverns instead ofon the radio. With all this talent, these artists could go places,”said a fan who wishes to remain anonymous, complainingthat “Cypher is like a studio for FAM musicians and others.For those who have realized the potential and those whohave yet to do so.”Teen GeniiStory by Lesego LetsileTeen GeniiBy Lesego LetsileTeens think they know everything that is to know about theworld, unfortunately we make bad decisions according basedon our limited world knowledge.Everyone knows that teens know better than their parents,it’s a fact right? We make better choices like getting a tattooon our arms that is going to be visible when we becomeprofessionals and dating older guys that will help us gaina good reputation with our communities. We sometimesmake these decisions just to spite our parents; we think weare proving a point to them that we are capable of living ourown lives. Instead we are just ruining our lives because of the‘good’ decisions we make. After all the stress we put ourselvesthrough, we go running back to the very same peoplewhom we profess to know better than.Teens are genii when it comes to relationships; we have degreesin the subject! We are so good that we invest moretime in them than school. Who needs a degree in financewhen you can have masters in relationships? If only we couldsing the same tune several years down the line when we arepenniless and the beauty has disappeared, we’re working longhours in dead-end jobs that pay peanuts and having umpteenkids. We never think of the consequences; we live for todayand that is enough for us. But will it be enough when we cannotfeed our loved ones? Will it be enough when we whenwe cannot afford to fix a patch on the roof? And will it beenough when we cannot afford to go to work?Whether our psyches are messed up or our hormone imbalancesare to blame for the decisions we make, we cannotdeny the fact that we still have a lot to learn about the world.Having a limited number of role models is no excuse, rebellingagainst our parents won’t get us anywhere except intotrouble. The results of all of this behaviour are often bitterand hard to reverse.Missing you, missing me, missing usAs I walked away from youListening to your footsteps fading awayI believed in youMissing you , missing me, missing us!Our bodies may be apart,But our souls will be near,Time isn’t what makes us aliveIt’s love and devotion that keepsThe tie between the soulsMissing you, missing me, missing us!True companions never partMaybe in distanceBut not in heart.Don’t cry...Keep the smileLeave the tearThink of joyForget the fearBe joyousTill I see you againMissing you, missing me, missing us!- Kutlwano Thuto SmithDedicated to all the students I have metduring 2008 & 2009 when I was part ofthe micro scholarship – <strong>South</strong> <strong>Africa</strong>Poem: I am an <strong>Africa</strong>nI am an <strong>Africa</strong>nI take pride in my blackness and my finenessI take pride in myself and rise above menI free my skin from nylon and cotton clothI am an <strong>Africa</strong>nOut of the night that covered me with loveAs from heart to heartI thank whatever that God may be for his loving soulMy heart is for joyMy heart is for hopeMy heart is for peaceSo are my soul health and wealthI AM AN AFRICAN!- Kutlwano Thuto SmithMy Free MindA DREAMI dream of a placeI dream of a palaceI dream of a paradiseI dream of heavenI dream of a place where angels and icons areI dream of a place where I am free to spread my wings and flyA place where the sky is not a limitA place where I cannot feel angryA place where conflict does not existA place where temptations and jealousy don’t existA place where lying is not realA place where a man is not measured by how much money he earnsbut how wise he isA place where no human shall be pointed right or wrongA place where no one has the right be judgemental- Ofentse MokauLet my mind flow and be set freeMy soul to be buried upon theeImagine as it is peppered with joyAnd the air pumps to deliver,Happiness, happiness to conquerLove to the person I am meant to beLet there be inspiration to maintain thestandardOf this free mind.- Musa Amy GinyigaziThe Ten Commandments of LoveWhere did we go wrong?Children give birth to childrenWe as blacks killing our own familiesA mother aborting an unborn childA father raping his own daughterMy society, my community and tomy fellow <strong>Africa</strong>nsI wonder, where did we go wrong?- Anelisa TuswaI was lost and you took me as I amWith no doubt - and respected me.I wondered if I deserved youAnd stopped for a momentAnd looked at myselfAnd I saw no criticism.Made so many mistakes,But you never shouted at meInstead you comforted me,Because you appreciate my efforts.I make promises which I eventually fulfil.How amazing is your patience!You say words which make birds singAnd my heart breaks free with joy.When we’re not together, remember that laughterWe used to cherish life with.- Ofentse Mokau3