Pad Drive Curator: @TembisaPadDrive

Location: Tembisa, City of Tshwane


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The Tembisa Pad Drive collects pads to give to underprivileged girls while also sharing education on health wellness specific to bleed week. Lebogang and Boitumelo took it upon themselves to do what the government isn’t – to award young girls their right to go through their period with dignity – by giving them free pads.

“…no one must regret being born female.”

Twice a year, the Tembisa Pad Drive hosts young girls in the community for a discussion on challenges faced by the girl-child to offer them advice and motivation to strive for a better future for themselves. The objectives are simple, among others they want to:

  • Help young girls improve their self-concept
  • Educate them on the importance of self-care
  • Give the girls comprehensive sex education

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You know the saying, “No good deed goes unpunished.” I wouldn’t say they are punished per se, but they have challenges. They don’t have enough pads, they can’t travel as far and as often as they would like to and they don’t have a consistent list of donors. Thus, your help would be greatly appreciated!

Contact them via these details and give some pads, money or more pads and more money.

073 607 8885 / 071 035 0346

Drop off points (Please don’t show up unannounced)

  • 894/30 Mashemong section, Dorado Street, Tembisa,1632 (Next to Tembisa station)
  • Unit 0308 Myer’s Place, 72 Trevenna, Robert Sobukwe Street, Sunnyside, 0002 (Next to DTI)

Pad Drive curator: @RedWings_CT


Location: University of Cape Town Lower Campus, Cape Town


The Red Wings Project: Cape Town 

The Red Wings Project is run by students who aim to use their knowledge, experience, skills and privilege to benefit young individuals in a meaningful way. The project aims to create a sustainable future for young individuals in the Cape Peninsula, who are gifted but disempowered through poverty.
Our aim is to promote dignity and combat absenteeism.
The Red Wings Project Cape Town aims to assist school learners in disadvantaged communities by:
  • Instilling self-worth and self-love
  • Guiding learners through puberty and menstruation
  • And by collecting and providing free sanitary care

The Red Wings Project launch at Matthew Goniwe High School

“We aren’t merely a pad drive, we are a sisterhood programme. On our monthly visit, we host workshops where we discuss topics such as menstruation and puberty, post-matric options, gender and sex, to name a few. We aim to bridge the gap in whatever way we can between ourselves and the school learners we are working with. The schools which we are working with are Langa High School and Mathew Goniwe High School, where we are providing sanitary pads for approximately 1100 young females.”


My encounter with Sane people of faith

I had the opportunity last week to attend a summit hosted by a Faith organization. Theme was “Citizenship in a Democratic society”, organized by the Inter-Faith Action for Peace in Africa (IFAPA).

The moment I read “Faith” I was ready to shut down my mind because the few times before this summit that I had consciously engaged with Faith-ists,  it was with Christians who wanted to force me to believe in Jesus, or with newly-converted Muslims who were shaming me for exposing skin – you know how excited and radical people get. Needless to say, I wasn’t very excited – until I thought to the believers I’ve seen on my twitter and how practical their discussions were, I decided that the IFAPA summit is something my mind was ready to experience.

I will not write out a summary for you on here, no. Instead I want to share with you what I picked up from the summit. I must say, it was brain-stimulating and my mind had the best time there – best decision I’ve made for my knowledge bank this year.

1. Youth are bound to mimic their predecessors

The most part of socialization is through copy-cat mechanisms, and while we all know this our elders like to lead their lives with a “Do as I say and not as I do” attitude knowing very well that it’s not quite as successful as it ought to be. It’s unfortunate that there is also a fast-growing gap between generations which is somewhat of a barrier to inter-generational communications. It becomes challenging for adults and youths to engage and advise each other on matters where one knows better than the other, without triggering defensiveness and rejection.

2. Religious communities fail to relate to the use

At the summit, they used the word “brainwash” in referring to how they would like to encourage youths to be active members of institutions of faith.  Although not to mean it in the negative sense, the term itself carries a negative implication because we understand it to be manipulating one’s mind into agreeing/doing/believing. This said to me that these institutions cannot relate to us, and this is a contributing to inter-generational gap which we seem to be struggling with already. This is not helped by the conflict between religions, and the geo-economic boundaries between the youths themselves also counters the efforts to facilitate integration and practice tolerance.

How do we talk to each other if we can’t be in the same space together?


You can read the tweet-summaries of my favorite speeches here on my story account at LindelwaR

a) Inter-Faith Relations & Society’s development

b) Citizenship in a Democratic Society 

c) The right to Food

“Looking for Telesales Agents with Cold Calling experience”

As an unqualified job-seeker, I have limited options. Most adverts I see for me include:
“Promoters needed!!!!
“Hostesses Needed to entertain up-market men” (Uhhh.. Nah)
And the odd PA/Internship adverts as well.

If you know me (no, you don’t) you’ll know that I’m over-ambitious and applying only to jobs I do not qualify* to get paid for. Even in times of desperation I refuse to earn my money by answering phone-calls and dealing with disgruntled customers. My days of waiting on tables & serving drinks to strangers at a bar are over and it is time to swim with the medium-sized fish now.
*because I haven’t received my university stamp yet

While scrolling past these peasant jobs *sneer*, I see one category which deserves to have it’s own website;  that of “Call Center & Telesales Agents”. If they created only one site to advertise all available call center work it would be bigger than Facebook. Don’t misunderstand me, call center work is okay for people who cannot afford to further their education, as well as matriculants who are awaiting entry into university – but not for me. No. The hours are terrible, I don’t speak Afrikaans & I’ve done my bit to learn customer service and ‘dealing with difficult consumers’. Like I said, time to swim with medium fish.

I imagine my life as a call center agent would be horrible. I’d wake up early, maybe 4am. I don’t have a license nor a car, so I’d be rushing to catch the earliest taxis. After connecting two or three taxis I would walk a young distance from the stop to the office.
I’d walk in and let out a loud “GOOD MORNING” to everyone else stuck with me in there for the day and begin to take my calls. You must understand that answering the phone and helping people with whatever problems they have is not an issue. As long as all the relevant information is on hand it would be no struggle at all.


The work of the devil.

“Hello, I’m calling from [company’s name]. My name is Lindelwa & I’d like a few minutes of your time to tell you about [product/promotion]”

“I don’t think I signed up for [company’s] information, where did you get my number?!” the unsuspecting customer [read: Victim] would respond.

I take a deep breath and try to remain calm while I figure out how to explain to this victim that I am calling out of the blue, at the instruction of my supervisor & I picked his number at random, from the telephone directory.
Furious, he shouts at me.

I sit there, taking a few minutes to collect myself. I must take deep breath several times before I lift the receiver to my ear & try again.

“Hello, I’m calling from [company’s name]. My name is Lindelwa & I’d like a few minutes of your time to tell you about [product/promotion]”


I don’t think I can take anymore. I have previously discussed with my employer the necessity of keeping & maintaining a database to prevent such situations. My plea fell on deaf ears.

An animated woman throwing a telephone receiver against the table. The receiver is broken into pieces.

I’m done


It’s a month later, after pay-day. I hand in my resignation.
I cannot handle it.