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    July 14

    Where are we...

    We are in a space where (we) the youth do not

    Know our identity that identifies our identification,

    We speak English and beg colonial gods to accept us because we speak rotten (slang).

    We speak our mother tongue (language) and hope

    Our ancestors will forgive us because we speak rotten (language).

    Adopting western aliens, we call it adapting to evolution,

    Justifying our gradual extinction...

    But youthfulness can we write a book?

    Can you call our upon our history with pride?

    Or is it a vague picture (now)?

    Our grandmother stories all lost in our illusions (in translation)

    That we are metamorphosing to be better than our forefathers,

    Whilst our values taught by these forefathers die with our metamorphosis.

    Does not “Better” take what it’s taught and grow?

    Or does losing all those “old fashioned” values seem the better thing to do?

    More appealing to the masses that’ve all lost their way?

    We’d choose humility over hostility, but humility gets you killed

    When you stop to help a brother’s whose intention is to take.

    We’d choose spirituality over drugs (addiction) but drugs

    Give more adrenaline rush, more excitement.

    We’d choose the simpler things in life:

    Like love, like honesty, integrity, like wisdom and sounds of blackness

    But the bling, the fashion, the vanity, the silver and the gold...

    It all sounds more appealing to the masses that have lost their way.

     

    May 09

    Just a thought...

    The heart is the strongest part of the body,

    Scientists say...

    I think it’s the dumbest...the silliest!

    It starts beating faster and slower at the same time

    When you meet somebody who is clearly so wrong for you

    And then when somebody with good intentions comes along,

    It just continues to pump blood,

    No rush, no blood flowing up your cheeks,

    No butterflies, just blood, pumping

    Beat after beat after beat after beat.

    Sometimes I wish my brain was my heart

    Logic, reality...ones and zeroes

    So I resign myself to spending my life within a maze

    Of the mysteries of this world,

    The mysteries of this thing called love.

    [Love is patient, love is kind; It is not jealous or conceited or proud; Love is not ill-mannered or selfish or irritable;

    Love keeps no action of wrong Love is not happy with evil, But is happy with good, Love bears all things, believes all things,

    Hopes all things, endures all things – 1 Corinth 13v4-7]

    March 28

    Destiny

    Let me take you on a journey called destiny.

    Mind, body and soul

    [God, resonant frequency]

    Radiating energy within

    A vast universe of possibilities

    Opportunities in abundance

    With attitudes of positive thinking

    Shining the light from within

    Starting the fire from the core

    And keep the spirit burning

    Resonating out into a world called destiny

    What you ought to be doing

    The life that you ought to be living

    What brings you face to face

    With happiness and success,

    Peace of mind and paradise.

     

    [When you come face to face with someone whom you meet for the very first time,

    and they tell you the truth, even when they have the opportunity to exploit you,

    to take advantage of your ignorance- now that is love in action]

     

    God made us so simple, with one simple rule;

    To love one another [do unto others] as you do you.

    O how we have made things so complicated!

    December 24

    He makes me feel...

    [Today]
    He makes me feel the need to not breathe in air...
    I'm still breathing him in,
    [and that is enough...he's keeping me alive]
    ...and he is too much, there's no room for air.
     
    He makes me feel the need to not breathe...
    I'll breathe and time will start moving again.
    Time will start waring away the feelings...
    ...the craziness...the recklessness,
    and then one day you look back and you're not there anymore,
    the craziness...the feelings...
    all but distant memories way back in time.
     
    He makes me feel the need to worry about tomorrow,
    or yesterday and I don't know or feel that I'm doing the right thing.
    Love...or infactuation??? You tell me...
     
    He makes me feel the need to not sleep or eat,
    like redbull [with an energizing potion],
    that gives wings for a lifetime...you don't need rest...
    He's my adrenaline rush.
    [He makes me feel the need to not sleep,
    I'll sleep and tomorrow I will have forgotten how he made me feel]
     
    [Tomorrow]
    I'm breathing again...and I'm thinking I still want my white wedding,
    Me in a white dress...picked fence and babies.
    He may know it aint realistic, it's all a facade...
    But I don't know, and it aint fair to take it away just because [He knows the truth]
    So I face the wall and pray...
    I face the wall and pray intensely...
    because I still want him around.
     
     
    July 08

    I'm having a bad day

    I hate being a foreigner, working in another country. Everything is such a hussle, like you're some sort of criminal. From opening a bank account to getting a place to stay.And the worse thing is having to do all you can to get all these requirements, certify this and that, go from pillar to post, while trying to figure your way around a congested CBD area with streets you are obviously not familiar with.......or maybe I'm just having a bad day. Tomorrow will be better, God still Lives, I still am.
    May 15

    When I had him....

    When I had you

     

    When I had you

    I never wanted you

    When you wanted me

    I always ran the other way

    When you almost had me

    I always thought

    You never wanted me

    And then when you

    decided to let me go

    I cried because I wanted you

    Then when you came back

    I was too angry to want you

    And then when we almost

    had each other

    We both turned our backs

    on each other

    And now

    I want you

    You want me

    But we don't need each other

     

    So we don't have each other

    And can't have each other.

    Think about it...

    Think about it...

     

    If you have lost everything

    If you say youhave lost everything

    and that everything is gone,

    everything that you had is gone,

    everyone you loved, you've lost,

    think about this...

     

    The toddler that is dying of AIDS,

    It's life being taken away

    at such an innocent age.

     

    Think about the man on the street

    no food, no home, no job,

    no blanket to keep him warm.

     

    The young girl at a street corner

    late at night. She has to make

    ends meet because she's got

    a family to take care of.

     

    The child that don't have an education,

    Oh, one can tell she is very bright

    but she'll never become a successful

    doctor, or lawyer because her parents

    can not afford it.

     

    Think of the student that will never

    get to university because she couldn't

    pay her high school fees,

    or maybe she got pregnant and her

    parents threw her out.

     

    Think of how people are suffering,

    the victims of war, poverty,

    political insatbilities, racism, abuse,

    Zimbabwe.

     

    Think of the hurt, the pain

    how a murderer can kill in cold blood,

    how rapists can shove it up a two year old.

    How mutilators can cut the manhood

    of an innocent seven year old.

     

    Think of dreams being shattered,

    people needing the Almighty,

    people being hauted by the dead.

    Think of black science, how it has

    destroyed communities.

     

    Think of the system in Swaziland,

    how non-progressive it is,

    corruption, prejudice, non-democratic,

    favouritism, abuse of power.

     

    Think of how the God loves us,

    the universe conspires with us

    to see our dreams come true,

    yet we still complain endlessly...

    Think about it....

     

    And you say you have lost everything?

     

     

    As we go about our business

    As we go about our business

     

    I am up before dawn

    I need to boil water

    for my children's sake

    A warm bath will make do [up]

    for the school shoes they do not have

    And their “would be” warm jerseys

    had they not any holes.

     

    I'm still snoring before dawn

    I'll be up with a cup of tea

    I'll be up to soothing music

    And a warm shower

    forward to a brand new day.

     

    They'll have to do with bread alone

    We're out of tea till the month end

    “Now hurry up childern,

     need I make boss lady [madam]

     angry when I do not bring the tea in time”.

     

    “My silk robe plaese...Is my tea ready?

     Is the hot water running?

     Breakfast must be ready [when I'm through]”

     Need to get to work

     Board meetings and all

     It's going to be a long day.

     

    I'll clean, I'll scrub, I'll wash

    I'll dust till all is super clean.

    I'll take out the garbage

    I'll wash and wax the car

    I'll cook and bake

    for all your guests

    I'll iron all your clothes,

    the linen too.

     

    I've clinched the deal

    another six figures to my name.

    I think I'll go shopping now

    Reward my hardwork

    with all the luxury a girl deserves.

     

    It's five o' clock

    and madam is home

    I'll ask for leftover bread

    to give to my childern.

    Haven't eaten since morning

    I hope their still okey.

     

    January 11

    Cry the beloved country!!!

    I was born into the land of Umvelincanti,
    I was born into the land of Jezebel,
    in a land rich with resources,
    in a land without supply, without quality,
    in a land that can feed us all,
    in a land that feeds the minority, where the poor get poorer,
    in a land where there is enough for all.
    in a land where the greedy take all.
    I was born into a land of mystery and dreams,
    I was born into a land without hope,
    in a place with the window to heaven,
    in a place with the window to hell,
    a place where rivers run deep,
    a place where the rivers run dry,
    and the grass is green all year.
    and the grass is no longer green.
    I was born into blackness,
    I was born into oppression,
    black diamond, black olive,
    black man, evil man,
    black is my beauty.
    black is my curse.
    I was born into a land rich with culture,
    I was born into a land where culture has divided us,
    a place where Ubuntu is the essence of our identity.
    a place where Ubuntu is lost, buried with the ancestor.
    I was born into the motherland,
    I was born into homelessness,
    where a mother is mother to all child,
    where a mother has no child,
    where a father is father to all child,
    and a father has no child,
    where you are my brother,
    where I kill my brother,
    and you are my sister,
    and I kill my sister,
    where colour  exists only in the rainbow.
    where colour defines who you are.
    I was born into a land of peace,
    I was born into war, civil war, tribal war, political war,
    where my brother is my brother,
    where my brother is the opposition,
    a land where I plough in unity,
    a land where I kill to plough,
    in togetherness, in harmony.
    where togetherness, harmony does not exist.
    I was born into a land that bares food for all,
    I was born into a land of hunger and poverty,
    a land where the harvest belongs to the people.
    a land where the land is too dry to harvest.
    I was born into royalty, I am a king
    I was born an outcast, I am a shame,
    I am a queen, I am a princess,
    I am an abomination,
    we are all heirs to this land.
    I have on right to inheritance.
    I was born into a land of possibilities,
    I was born into a land of HIV/AIDS
    I was born into Africa, the motherland.
    I was born into Africa, the motherland.
    I am African.
    I am African indeed.

    Cry The Beloved Country!!!!





    January 04

    Eight Qualities of a wealthy woman

    The eight qualities of a wealthy woman are:

    1. Happiness - with what you have, with who you are, with the way you live your life. Happiness is a state of being. Its not something you get, its something you are.
    2. Courage - even where there is fear, draw courage from God, from the universe.
    3. Generosity - giving to the right person the right thing at the right time, with kindness and without selfish motives.
    4. Harmony - with God, with the universe, with nature, with life. Be in agreement with what you fell, interaction between what you think, feel, say, and do.
    5. Wisdom - need I say more.
    6. Cleanliness - Your body, your room, your mouth (what you say), your mind (what you think).
    7. Balance - emotional stability
    8. Beauty - inside and out.

    And money does not make the list because although it can buy books, it can't buy brains. It can by a bed but not sleep, food but not appetite, amusement but not happiness, a house but not a home, luxuries but not culture, a bible but not heaven.

    Isn't it wonderful, the best things in life don't cost a thing!
    May 21

    Twisted Cycle?

     
     
    Is apartied going to be like some kind of twisted cycle? I mean, I was watching the news the other day and it was
    like watching a scene form cry freedom..........the stuff thats going on in Khutsong is terrible. I'm not too sure of the
    reasons behind removing a community from its known territory and forcing it to become a part of a space they are
    clearly not happy about are, but it sucks. The South African gorvenment should listen to it's people and not allow the
    demons of apartied era to come crawling back into SA yards. South Africa is alive with possibilities, focus on that and
    the road to 2010...........and ridding porverty, unemployment , HIV/AIDS and all that needs changing. And no, \i'm not
    talking about changing street names..............it will not rewrite history ( It just means honouring those who fought in t
    he struggle). History can only be rewrtten by making today's South Africa
    a better place for all who live in it, whether black, white, colored, indian, chinese or other. And then in the future, we
    will look back and praise a government that, dispite consequences brought forth because of the oppressor during apartied,
    defied all odds, all negativity, all attempts by bitter racists to down play the black man, all criminality, and conqured......
    made South Africa a success.
     
    The struggle continues...................to rid the mind of hatred, of inferiorty complex, of selfpity, of greed, of corruption, of cultural
     ignorance, of vanity. Lets love one another and live for one another. Lets embrace one another as Africans.
    May 10

    the way to HAPPINESS!

     
    'The way to happiness: Keep your heart free from hate, your mind from worry.Live simply, expect little, give much.
    Fill you life with love. Scatter sunshine. Forget self, think of others. Do as you would be done by. Try this for a week
    and you will be surprised'
     
                            An extract from Vincent Peale's " the Power of positive thinking".
     
     
    February 14

    TODAY!

    Look to this day because this is life, the true hub of life.
    Because yesterday is but a memory and tomorrow only a vision.
    But today, used well, makes every yesterday a memory of gladness
    and every tomorrow a vision of hope.
    So look well to this day!

                                                                   an ancient poem

    Le good life is FREE!

    Money can by books but not brains.
    Money can buy a bed but not sleep.
    Money can buy food but not an appetite.
    Money can buy amusement but not happiness.
    Money can buy luxuries but not culture
    Money can buy a bible but noy heaven.
    Is'nt it wonderful, the best things in life don't cost a thing!
    February 07

    Moving into new territory!

     
    i just started school in joburg, and although I've been to jozi before, it was only when visiting relatives or shopping or whatever. Now that i'm at school here and actually live here, i'm not taking the whole settling in bit very well. Its like going to school for the first time all over again, not having any friends around and the flat that i'm staying at...................lets just say its nothing like home.....,does'nt even come close. I really am missing home right now and all my friends but school itself is interesting but alot of work.
     
    Guess I'm not very good with changes in my surroundings.I,m a taurus so that explains my woes of moving into new teritory, right! Hey, atleast it finally got me to signing up om my space.............the boredom that is, and the internet at Wits (my new school) is sooooooooo much faster than that at my previous varsity. I'm loving it to bits.