#SoCS : Card


Write about “card” says the #SoCS challenge for this weekend.

Off goes my mind. Racing as always. Birthday card, Christmas card, identity card, bank card, memory card, playing card, betting card, race card….so many options. I come to a screeching halt. One card currently trumps many others. It has the ability to spread hatred, wreak havoc.

It is bouted about in our beautiful country, South Africa, on a daily basis.  The race card. Not a thing to do with a betting race. Nothing too bet on here. No horses, dogs, frogs, fleas.

This is a card flashed every time a political point needs to be scored. No one wins. Only losers. Loss of co-operation, loss of respect, loss all around.  I believe in the mighty USA calls theirs the trump card.

This card is not new.  You would think that lessons from the past are worth remembering and giving some thought. No Sirree!

What is sad, is that this card is played whenever a political agenda needs to be served. Whenever a person is called out for incompetence, corruption, injustice, someone from another race group is called out as being the cause of the problem.  Sad indeed.

Instead of finding common ground and working together to the betterment of all, people are excluded, baited, diminished to the extent that nothing moves forward, or so social media leads us to believe.  Our country is approachin a general election set for 2019. Man, the race card is being played in full force.

The main players are known as the verbose political few. They do not speak, they do not converse. They spit and spew. It is not a card game I wish to indulge in. The agenda is too awful for words. The baiters create a narrative to fool a poverty stricken majority to serve a end game that lines the pockets of the noisemakers. The poor after an election will remain poor. The winners of said elections ride off in their luxury chariots, only to return when the next vote is needed.

I was recently drawn into the race card game. A client who, with her freedom and wealth, which by the way I totally believe she deserves, was indecisive about what exactly she wanted to buy from my shop. Her indecision led to protracted discussions and changing of mind every other week. All of six months.

Long story short, when crunch time came and the goods which she had paid for at the beginning, was now not to her liking and she realised that she was the cause of her own problems, she played the race card. I was a “white racist rubbish.”

I walked away, not willing to be drawn into her frustration and anger.  She has subsequently apologised and the transaction was eventually concluded. Will we become friends? I dare say not, but I accepted the apology nonetheless.

Why? Because I believe that we are born to stand in the place where we are. We are here to care for one thing only, our souls.

Tracy Chapman sings my mantra: “All that you’ve got is your soul.” That is my card game. I seek to see other souls, understand and care for the person. Not their beliefs, politics, gender or whatever. Just another soul on a journey. Our circumstances may differ, but the end game is the same.

“Here I am I’m waiting for a better day
A second chance
A little luck to come my way
A hope to dream a hope that I can sleep again
And wake in the world with a clear conscience and clean hands
‘Cause all that you have is your soul
Don’t be tempted by the shiny apple
Don’t you eat of a bitter fruit
Hunger only for a taste of justice
Hunger only for a world of truth
‘Cause all that you have is your soul
Oh my mama told me
‘Cause she say she learned the hard way
Say she want to spare the children
She say don’t give or sell your soul away
‘Cause all that you have is your soul
All that you have
All that you have
All that you have
Is your soul”
Love trumps hate.
Which card do you play?


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The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Oct. 6/18




6 Comments on “#SoCS : Card

  1. This is what I love about you, you shoot straight from the hip. I also get almighty irritated with the political situation and we will be hearing a lot more of this drivel before the votes are cast. Those are great lyrics that you quoted.

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  2. Kon die wêreld maar so ‘n plek gewees het waar ons mekaar deur oë sien as nog ‘n siel op ‘n journey…en mekaar respekteer.
    “Love trumps hate, which card do you play!!!

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  3. Many moons ago, when the earth was young and animals could speak I wrote about what I deemed important (in English nogal) and this post certainly resonate with those scribblings. At that point I deemed myself an intellectual (which I am not) but I suppose I played the intellectual card… Trying to outsmart your opponents with rich language to make them realize the inconsistency of their lessor thought processes. A lot of what I wrote I still believe in even though at that stage it was written with an attitude slanting towards pompousness.

    Language is amazing. At first glance I wondered why you would include something about loving Trump’s hate, until the absence of an apostrophe dawned on me.

    Hierdie geniet Vurige een wat my ook herinner aan ‘n sekere rugby analis wat op ‘n lewendige uitsending, besluit het om kaarte te speel en darem nog lewendig is maar nie meer uitsaai nie…


    • Haai Abrie – hierdie het in my gemorspos beland – ek verstaan nie altyd rekenaargeite nie. Ja, gelukkig leer ons ons te lees en luister! Ja, daai outjie het ek reken die pot misgesit en verkeerde spel gespeel!


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