AC Log Day 001 Ubuntu Food Chain finally takes root

Ubuntu Food Chain the future

AC Log Day 001, It is Friday August 14, I consider the 2020 Coronavirus first wave, to have past, my period is defined as After Coronavirus, “AC”, I refuse to define as a new world, a novel world, or any other description, that attempts to hide the impact of the economic lockdown, on our black ‘poverty’ population.

Years ago I launched the “Ubuntu Food Chain”, the aim is to return the Food Chain to the African Population, the interaction fell of ‘deaf-ears’, the Ubuntu Food Chain, was a direct attack on the food chain controlled by the ‘white capitalist monopoly’, and this has not taken place in South Africa yet, not in 368 years, as a tour operator, I will be unemployed for most of the next year, today I commit to walking the streets of Soweto at least one day per week, listening to those on the street, talking to those eager to listen.

AC Log Day 001, Ubuntu Food Chain the future
Ubuntu Food Chain the future

My granddaughter had recently bumped her other grandad’s car, she was committed to have the car repaired, her quote from the suburban panel-beater, was R 7,000 her excess is R 5,000, is my first stop is my Soweto Panel-beater Johannes, mobile number is 079 297 9343, where the price is 25% of the suburbs, and the quality, just as good. My family and friends have the normal ‘white’ reservations about taking their car into Soweto, let alone leaving it overnight, in the panel-beaters care, so if any of you need  a panel-beater, I will be the intermediate with pleasure.

From Johannes I start my days walk, I am looking for the Ubuntu Food Chain leaders, Angie is not home, she is in Vereeniging, burying her Mother’s in-law, and acquaintance greets me, happy to see me again, we discuss the CV, the lockdown, she asks me if I have heard about the illuminate, Makekoe has heard that one person is going to rule the world, she tells me he is the pope, but not the church pope, she has seen the pyramid, the 13 richest people in the world, the next level, names and numbers.

Charlie, my Shebeen owner friend, is sitting watching the news, his complaint was that SA Breweries claimed not to have stock to sell to him due to the initial lockdown, they needed to go to Makro, I hear this same story a few streets down.

I have always used the SAB distribution into the Townships and Rural Native areas, as my example of the Ubuntu Food Chain, the removal of the intermediate link, and today I realise how the system is gong to remove the economy from the black townships and native areas, simply by removing the direct supply chain between SAB and the population.

During the Apartheid era, the Government used alcohol to destabilise the African population, and the results can be found in every statistic, in order to achieve this, SA Breweries had the permission to deliver direct to the ‘illegal’ shebeen, where the main consumption takes place, a strength that would make it impossible for opposition brewers to compete in South Africa.

SA Breweries built their wealth as part of the Apartheid destabilisation process, and today, they will be the vehicle that removes R 10 of every bottle of beer consumed in the Townships and Native areas, from their economy.

Many politicians, many black businessmen, have made claims over the years, that their grandparents had  educated them through the income generated through the sale of alcohol. These politicians and businessmen, do not realise that more important, was the exposure to the business principles, and the customers.                     

I pass Mohamed’s house with reservations, he is old, and not very healthy, I fear that the CV may have taken him, he is alive, I joke with his wife, “If he is still alive, we need not fear the virus”. Mohamed takes me a few streets down to meet ‘Inteakso’, he is an interesting man, and possibly one that I am looking for, it is Friday, he is on his way to the Mosque, and I arrange to return next Thursday.

I pass the late T-Man’s place, my favoured drinking spot between 2004 and 2010, Charles is standing at the gate, we talk for 30 minutes, we discuss the UFC, we discuss the shebeen, we discuss the CV, “Cedric I have a few guys you must talk to”, I have achieved my day 1 mission.

I pass Rudy’s place, his young daughter, about 7, had just died from cancer, the old-school teacher, Didi, she is not home, Manqoba, he is repairing a car elsewhere, Aunty Pat, is sill with her niece,  can go home, satisfied with Day 1.

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Cedric de la Harpe