The end of the financial year means tons of paperwork for some, day-long stock-takes for others, and for the plebian slave-workers of this factory, it means the legal fight for wage increases.
Led by COSATU, driven by fear and swept away by the crazy sense of community that black people have and white people will never understand (whites being driven by the fight for the individual), the first tendrils of an upcoming strike are already creeping into daily production.
As I started typing this, the veggie department (just around the corner) started singing, chanting: “Gerela yo.. Gerela, a nyamazane”
Loosely translated, this means something to the like of We will hunt until we find our animal.
Interpretively translated, this means We will not back down from our 20% increase demand, we will take your factory down, we will toi-toi in the streets and watch as you lose millions of rands per day because we won’t stand around like human machines for measly pay that is less than the legal minimum wage.
Personally, I’m rooting for the underprivileged, unschooled, underpaid, uneducated staff.
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Very pretty design! Keep up the good work. Thanks.
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