Our first edition of Viewpoint: Ward73.org

you are being hoodwinked…

I am certain that there would be many queries arising from this publication, however I would appreciate that you engage with a logical and rational attitude. I’ve come to know that a select few does have the official voice and “right” to ensure that the Ward’s needs are being heard and addressed.

Hence, I intend no disrespect; I’m not after your jobs, high-standing or stealing one’s thunder. Instead I aim to use the freedom of speech to highlight the issues we are facing and to ask the questions everyone else is thinking.

Being a single voice sometimes does feel like a voice in the wilderness. However merely engaging with one another we soon could find out that isolating us and restraining us from meeting collectively like every healthy Ward should, would bring about the change we all do want to see.

I recently used the illustration of going into a Starbucks, requesting a coffee – only to be informed by the barista that they are out of coffee, but here is the hot water, would I like sugar or milk with it? That would also be full price – Thank you! You do not have to be rich, poor, blind or stupid to know that you are being hoodwinked. Yet this is the story we have to endure daily when we receive poor service delivery. Reasons pertaining to internal complications of why electric, water, sewage, to mention a few, are made our problems and the excuses are endless. I’m sorry, I have to see common-sense which is very clear… we have poor leadership.

About the Author

Brendon Naicker
A determined entrepreneur – born and raised in apartheid South Africa, understands what it's like to live with riches and dine among the elite, and a man who has lived for a short spell penniless. An advocate of the ordinary human being, decency and exercising propriety a must, against all the odds! A people’s person with a gargantuan heart and a tenacity for fighting for the underdog! A life with flashes of opulence, a wealth of educational achievements, a dash of homelessness and a lot of travel. (Excerpt from Carla Day, Under a mango tree)