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The oversimplification of matters

The oversimplification of matters

Most things in life are ordinary but we do a good job complicating them. (It is probably the only job we are willing to do without getting paid.) On the other hand things that are quite complex we tend to take lightly. Shall we call it the human way!

What am I referring to? Well, stereotyping. One dictionary define it as ‘a set of simplistic generalizations.’ It has been around for ages. (They even taught it to kids. Will return to that later.) A typical stereotype that you might hear today is: “People who wear glasses are smarter.” Preposterous isn’t it! Or if you live in america: “Police officers like doughnuts.” In general it seems that life itself is a stereotype. Your are born, you grow up, go to school, get married and get children (not particularly in that order), become old, die…


The origin of the word “stereotype” is apparently from Greek. (I am sorry, but the Etymologist in me was awoken.) Interestingly enough, this term have been used mainly in printing. But the word has taken on a new meaning today. The only printing it represent now, for many anyways, perhaps is what has been imprinted in theirs minds.

In a children’s nursery rhyme that was published in the 1800’s we see another typical stereotype that made it all the way to the 1980’s or perhaps even the 90’s. You know the one:

What are little boys made of? Frogs and snails and puppy-dogs’ tails, That’s what little boys are made of. What are little girls made of? Sugar and spice and everything nice,That’s what little girls are made of.


This children’s rhyme reveals the Gender/Age stereotype that existed in the 1800’s, and every boy had to learn it by heart. (How cruel can you be!) People believed that every boy was mischievous and no good, while girls where the favourites. This belief was almost universal. In the 80’s, while growing up in the northern Namibia, this stereotype of boys was alive and kicking and perpetuated by almost every grown up. They also claimed that boys were no good and that they would not turn out to be useful members of the community. And that, boys would only become “Botsotsos” (meaning criminals, mostly in Namibia and South Africa). But at least they didn’t teach us to rhyme it. Such views can almost become self-fulfilling prophecies. For one, because these boys could have given up on themselves and think that they have no choice because they are doomed to this one bad destiny.

Wow! Just imagine that, gender determines how you turn out. Really!!? That’s deep!

That was the stereotype of the 80’s and past centuries.

Fast forward to the 21 century, and you find the reversed stereotype, same as in the past but now targeting the girls. They are now also believed to be no good, that they will only become loose women by the time they hit their teenage years, if not bearing several children out-of-wedlock by then.


To keep entertaining such stereotypes is nothing less than a disaster. To me it is an indication that, we, the adults, have given up and we see no way of addressing what ever issues are there in the lives of girls that lead to this stereotype; and to give up on the girls is to give up on mothers of tomorrow.

We don’t need to guess what the outcome will be, the result is almost predictable. Their confidence will leave a lot to be desired, their willingness to take responsibility will be lacking. While this is not a study but simply an opinion post, the conclusion cannot be far off.

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Posted by on February 11, 2012 in comedy, Culture, funny, humor, life, Philosophy, Poem, Satire, Uncategorized


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And the graduates are…

There have been a whole lot of hurrah about how Namibia has become a country of age now that it have turned 21 years of age. This would be a big deal if nations grew like humans do. And if they do, then there is definitely a reason to celebrate because Namibia as a nation just graduated from university with a 3 year diploma. (Assuming Namibia was a good student and that he was not send to the cattle post, only to start grade 1 at age ten.)

And we all know how graduation parties go right? Clubbing, getting drunk, good bye make outs, final hook-ups and did I mention getting drunk!? (Parents, if you don’d know what these are, ask your teenage daughter.) To fit in, Namibia does it all. And if arrests of well known top brass over drunken driving last year (or was it the year before or was it every year; I can never remember these things). Anyways, if it is an indication of Namibia’s sobriety, then it is safe to say that Namibia started getting drunk even before the party started. 

Talking about getting drunk, isn’t it funny how, even when drunk as a skunk, one always manages to stagger all the way to the bathroom, only to puke on the floor! I once heard a story of a drunken guy who threw up all over the bathroom except in the toilet pot.

Our graduate here seems to be doing the same, having gotten drunk and now “jackpotting” (as some barrel-savvy friends of mine would put it) everywhere except in the toilet pot. Can you believe it! He’s now throwing up right on the de facto nation’s capital Oshakati. (shouting) Stop it Namibia! That’s not the toilet pot! Or… wait. Is that Angola doing the un-ceremonial thing on the poor graduate all along? That delinquent child! He shouldn’t have been invited to the after party. Yet again, Angola can “jackpot” on us any time for obvious reasons. But I am convinced it is all Namibia’s doing. He have not been street wise about this, that’s why he doesn’t know how to hold his liquor till now.

That being the case, Namibia should then really get cured from its hangover and start hunting for a job. That study loan won’t pay itself you know. Namibia, may I suggest some Jägermeister for your hangover. I heard that stuff is good! Wait! What’s that? Oh! I forgot you just graduated. So you’re “pocket less” (broke)? Serves you right! You were lucky enough to get your government loan refund in full (others were not so lucky), just to blow it all into the after party! But worry not, last time I checked Kapana still cost two Namibia Dollars, and Kapana also work wonders I am reliably informed. Don’t forget to put on a lot of that chilly & spices concoction thing. (Kapana! Now that’s a word that should be in the English dictionary, and someone please start a wiki entry already!) Armed with Kapana, believe it or not Namibia; you will be on your feet and ready to draft your CV in no time.

Just so you know and to avoid disappointment, you are not qualified for management position yet. What’s that? You are a UNAM graduate you say? Yes I know, but even so.

All the best job hunting!


Posted by on April 4, 2011 in Current affairs, Satire, Uncategorized


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