*There is no blog post today as we take a moment of silence to honor our sister in a sad tragic follow up to #Iamkhwezi
I am Fezeka Ntsukela Kuzwayo
This is not a poem, this is my testimony. Let’s all stand and applaud for they won. I am silent at last, riee riee riee gwaaa let’s ululate! She is dead at last! Is it not what they always wanted? I was an embarassing problem in their side so now they have won. Why are you sitting down I asked you to stand up for mine is the story of so many women who die silent and you say nothing? Mine is the story of the pain of a seven year old girl who is told that today daddy wants to play house with you so take off your panties so I can show you how. Mine is the story of the school girl who on her way to school can be thrown into the bush because that short uniform of hers makes men lose their minds. Mine is the story of … Did you hear the story of the 75 year old woman who was raped by a 27 year old man in Limpopo? What did you do about it after you said how disgusted you were? What did you do? I bet you that you didn’t even retweet the story to anyone else because well, truth is, I am just another rape story amongst so many. Who gives a fuck anymore because they say rape is everywhere and law enforcement can’t keep up? If someone can rape on Big Brother, live televesion surely then its norm so why should we care if it happens behind closed doors. You will be sued for telling the truth and I know what’s going to happen next for saying thiis but I stand by my word, Julius Malema is a rapist and so is any man who stood up and said that I enjoyed being raped. Every man who supports rape is a rapist because I could not even use the court to fight for me. Imagine if Julius Malema can topple a president, wait, two presidents, can topple ANC that has been in existence for over a hundred years what chance did I Fezeka Khuzwayo stand when he said I was lying to the world like he was even there? The ANC womans league are rapists too so they must not hide and try comfort my parents now that I am dead. The first question they asked was “What was she doing in ubaba’s room” and not “what was ubaba doing with a kid young enough to be his granddaughter!” Forget that I was already carrying this HIV yoke, I guess they felt I could feel no pain after so many showers. What a shame it is when our own mothers allow rapists to walk free because they will give them political posts! You do not want to acknowledge the truth that powerful people are allowed to get away with murder and rape because you support them. They waited till I was dead to remind the world of who I was. No one at the time wanted to acknowledge my name when I breathed because I was an uncomfortable truth. My name was stripped from me because they said it would protect my identity but in truth it was to protect their shame. Knowing my real name, the name St Peter will call at the doors of heaven is an inconvenient truth for many but its fine, you can call me Khwezi all you want but the truth is, I am Fezeka Kuzwayo. I was the biggest news in a generation but not one of you knows my face. That’s the story of every rape victim. There are so many of us in and around you but you don’t even know it. Stand up in your office, classroom, in the mall, on the street and you will be shocked that one in every four women you see has been sexually assaulted. That’s what you have given us to be proud off you dirty dogs! If that didn’t scare you enough, think of it this way, how many of these rapists are sitting amongst us smuggly knowing that they will never get caught because we are faceless and nameless?
I am Fezeka Kuzwayo, please I beg you, never forget who I was because I might be dead today, but the rapists will live on and get away with it tomorrow!