Its Tough Out'chea ya'll.

Statistics SA shows that unemployment amongst the youth is rested at 45.5% and the overall national unemployment is 34.9%. That should resound an alarming bell to note the plight of distaste in workplaces, or at the workplace. Approximately 8 million young people are not working and are strictly or formally speaking not on a payroll of any sort as we are not outrightly fitting the category of working class. Now, while some of us can relate with the hunger for power in work environments that seamer burying actions of misfeasance to give jobs based on some bordered means of selection that always disfavour the quality of qualified and deserving youth, likewise many of us can irritably relate with the hunger for actual food substance that we cannot afford because we cannot pay for it and that is because we do not get paid because we do not get hired on a justified spec of the hiring processes. Frankly speaking, there is primarily self-defeating works of corruption at workplaces. There is a demeaning aura of discrimination with the hiring of workers, mainly black, young female professionals, and even worse, young, educated professionals-should-be or professionals-to-be. I am not here to address a two-post system of strategic proposals to wrecked girls, ladies and women. No. Even if that were so, it should speak of a fine level of reasonable doubt for outdating interest in seeing the wellbeing of our carriers. However, the sadder part is when these girls get pushed to the very outskirts from working, jobbing, or staffing, when we see the dire results of completely broken inclusiveness models of work-orientation from working well and to do so deservingly and end up delving into bodily-trade for money to keep the same in shape and intact. Nobody should judge anyone in sexual work for whatever reason other than the finitely displeasing act of selling oneself. The opportunism besought by young people, boys and girls alike, ladies and gents alike, slay queens and bass kings alike, is one of inclusion, openness and recollection of national talents, ingenuity and creativity on tables of wholesome growth with the utter reasoning to consider the magnitude and uplifting cause for change in on consensuses of befitting household. We are already fighting the disjuncture of familial fragmentations, and that should speak voluminously to all well-wishing, heeding and resolvers in management and to human resource persons in those positions of influence. If I wanted to get in trouble, I would have asked why do ministers in cabinet change from cluster to cluster when doctoral researchers of note are not afforded the chance to take horns in those parliamentary chairs for heated debates in state matters of similar concerns. For instance, when I was in high school, there are cabinet ministers today, who are still in parliament, and that poses that bold questioning proctor of reason as to why would that be so. My boss said on one of his podcasts, the governments of day drew policy from old formulators, and they adopted the cropping mows of minimum age in bureaucratic operators for and of governance. He said, ‘we already have quite a serious issue with gerontocracy, where the leaders of so many countries are extremely old.’ He dispels that we are generations apart and that stretches a wiring of societal relapse into oldness so much so that our society will not advance. Guess what. Yes. So, with that, and for that, perhaps their power, our voted responsibility, that we so assume is the catalyst needed to rule, govern or administrate public change in the way we think or see fit, is not so much of power, but mower. Instead of catching young people at grassroots, youth are faced with a power purporting bureau that really appears to be a mower purposing. I am quite sure that many can relate to our shaming muzzle of incapacitated shielding of our future as youth. As an education enthusiast, if my education does not duly show its advantageous appendence to invest in solemn development at the blousy expense of reaping one’s reading, studying and writing to learn the codes, keys and ports to break into successful work, then the entire nation has failed not itself, not me, not that youth, not that young person, not even a community but it is a political dismal contribution to our failure of the entire world. The hissing part and parcel of this swift brief is how the hostility we fend off is almost always towards the wrong juristic vulnerabilities of our essence as humanity. In South Africa, the separation of classes is real, that is for sure. I am not fooled by a mixture of parliamentarians on a panel of debate, debase and on it for decades. What baffles is the expansion of inequality, because there are categories of people who get dropped at school from nascency, and their teacher will walk to school, and they will graduate from college or university through a three-to-four-year study period in the convenience of automobile privacy and peace, while their tutoring aide is jogging to meet the start time. We know this is most often with white families whose rights we respect, whose responsibility we observe and of whom outlying objective privileges we cannot succumb to, at least not anymore. I am not against white people, my lover is white, not even half-white she is Caucasian, and I know this because she practises craze and embodies a candid character. That, I say to put a stamp of emphasis on my non-racial personhood. I am not against black people; I cannot be dominantly doomed to folly so much as to be fighting myself. That should foreshadow how that these youth employment numbers plummeting is not so much of a complete racial segregation demise, but a fostered, carefully depicting and sophisticated of continuance of schemes to push agendas of majority misery and minority milk. The majorities here are, of course majorly black people of whom make up to 82 percent. Yes. The minority here includes all skin tones, but it is clearly skewed to minor black, to somewhat sift us from active involvement in cash circulation. Yes. The clip I have added here shares of somewhat a relevant disclosure of the same plea aforementioned here. Pres. Cyril Ramaphosa’s recent State of the Nation address touched on this deeply sensitive subject of needing to afford opportunity towards all. It’s amazing because if one can render jobs and chooses not to because of unmerited and uncalled for reasons, that points to one reasonable remark of how the hirer would have you not earning, and extendedly not affording anything, and critically speaking, not economically active, or just have you hungry, and more so, unable to meet basics to living. There must never be a moment of feeling less human because of a dehumanizing bullying tactic of identity scrutiny owed to little bits and pieces of internal fears of bursting the melons of servitude. My Batonist Warlord said one time, 'we do not become rich by stripping the wealth of their affluence.' Yes, for sure, we do not get rid of poverty by taking away the wealth of those that are, but we have to also, meritoriously, rightly afford each other, and one another the chances to work for a significant opportunity to make subsistent means for affordability of wellbeing on a platter of dignity. We may also add to the panelling vices in positions of private, public and governmental labour management clusters and or enterprises commissions that there is not a single detachable cause to witnessing bankruptcy of companies, organizations and ventures or schemes other than corruption. Last time one shared on this, some discovered that corruption is simply a small undying seed or unit for rotting. That means the best way to rid it, is not to have it at all. While we may have no option to be horned with anger or resentment for breakage into working, exposure or the likes such as of meaningful means, methods and strategies for sustainable legit and legal income, I personally adopt a succinct conviction that it will by no means help, but there are pillar pointers of our collective nationhood that will bury themselves with utterly begrudged insolence of dissatisfaction and disappointment that will undeniably hurt us one way or another, not even someday but one day. Imagine if nature had no way to turn tides of justification patents for injustice. That would have been the end of the essence of breathing, paradoxically speaking, as we know it is inhale for exhale. I should also share that I resonate with the vision the speaks of building, a dispensational mission to have a job in every home. Whether I vote for or not, or whether I support or not, the party of this dreamily but groundbreakingly ambitious hearting to hut economic resemblance of citizenry representation, it is really what we need, while we work to really see a realer sense of unitary and fiscal inclusion for humane first, for rights second and for citizenship, third. As you may have seen it coming, just like you should always see it coming, at least on this page, that because I am an unashamed cleric who knows that my afflictions build me, and I do not make mistakes, but mistakes make me and indeed errs do not faulter me but errors forte me, I conclusively highlight that there no longer exists a strand of giving up in my long quitted efforts to live and strive for freedom, here. God is good, He makes the sunshine ray over and on everyone and He makes the rain fall over and onto everyone. All this for the why, for the beater biking breathe of our corporate expressions of the love for you. By the way, I can do particle sized bits and pieces of actions in cosmic ways that can foster, source and cause universal responses. I can count, and I can say goodbye. So, 1, 4, 3 and totsiens.