the celestine truth

The Prodigal Blogger

2009-09-21T15:27:00.002+02:00

It has been a while since the last time I wrote on this blog or anywhere else for that matter, it has been over two years since I actually wrote on this specific blog. It might be just an old habit that makes me write now, I dont have anything in particular to write, that is why I wonder if this just a habit of bashing at my keyboard aimlessly or its a need that really resides in me

Though the edge to tell you what I have been up to is overwhelming, I will postpone that for now and reacquaint to this environment

For now...Salutations to everyone

Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela

2007-07-18T14:19:00.000+02:00

Today the world is celebrating Nelson Mandela's birthday and I thought I should share some history with...

Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela (IPA: /roli'ɬaɬa/) (born 18 July 1918) is the former President of South Africa. He was the first to be elected in fully representative democratic elections.
Before his presidency, Mandela was an anti-apartheid activist and leader of the African National Congress (ANC), and was sentenced to life imprisonment for sabotage after he went underground and began the ANC's armed struggle. He saw his wife only three times over the next 27 years.

Through his 27 years in prison, much of it spent in a cell on Robben Island, Mandela became the most widely known figure in the struggle against apartheid. Among opponents of apartheid in South Africa and internationally, he became a cultural icon of freedom and equality.
The apartheid government and nations sympathetic to it condemned him and the ANC as communists and terrorists, and he became a figure of hatred among many South African whites, supporters of apartheid, and opponents of the ANC.

Following his release from prison in 1990, his switch to a policy of reconciliation and negotiation helped lead the transition to multi-racial democracy in South Africa. Since the end of apartheid, he has been widely praised, even among white South Africans and former opponents.
Mandela has received more than one hundred awards over four decades, most notably the Nobel Peace Prize in 1993. He is currently a celebrated elder statesman who continues to voice his opinion on topical issues. In South Africa he is often known as Madiba, an honorary title adopted by elders of Mandela's clan. The title has come to be synonymous with Nelson Mandela.

Sup Word World

2007-06-21T08:47:00.000+02:00

Hi Word World

I haven't been writing much except for reports and systems, Banking IT is not for the faint hearted...but Im still here and the word still leaves here...here is a piece of reading I thought I must share with you

The Gods Wrote We are breath of drop of rain
Grain of sea sand in the wind
We are root of baobabFlesh of this soil
Blood of Congo brush elegantAs breast of dark cloudOr milk flowing through the groaning years
We also know Centuries with the taste Of white shit down to the spine
The choice is ours So is the life
The music of our laughter reborn
Tyityimba or boogaloo passion
Of the sun-eyed gods of our blood
Laughs in the nighttime, in the daytime too
And across America vicious citiesClatter to the ground.
Was it notAll written by the gods!Turn the things! I saidLet them things roll
To the rhythm of our movement
Don't you know this is a love supreme!John Coltrane John Coltrane tell the ancestors
We listened we heard your message
Tell them you gave us tracks to move
Trane and now we know
The choice is oursSo is the mind and the matches too
The choice is oursSo is the beginning'We were not made eternally to weep'The choice is oursSo is the need and the want too
The choice is oursSo is the vision of the day
© 2002, Keorapetse Kgositsile From: If I Could SingPublisher: Kwela Publishers, South AfricaISBN: 0-7957-0126-8

The Greatest imperative meme

2007-05-14T09:03:00.000+02:00

Loyalty to petrified opinions never yet broke a chain or freed a human soul in this world- and never will.- Mark Twain

I started writing between the age of ten and fourteen, at first it was about me crying for my state, and then it evolved to a cry for the state of our nation (Poverty, Political unrest, economic deprivation, etc.)

I’ve always said that writing was a form of an escape pod for me, escaping the harsh realities of this life, the cruelty of apartheid while growing in South Africa, the burdens of being black in South Africa. I needed a platform to be young, black and angry, but as I grew as a writer and spiritual things enthusiast, my writing healed me from scars born in the past. Now that I was healing I had to find a way to heal others and writing became a medium for that

I had to write to save my life and the life of others, in this way writing did become the greatest imperative of my life

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Apartheid

27 APRIL - FREEDOM DAY

2007-04-26T22:39:00.000+02:00

In South Africa on this day we celebrate our freedom, it was on this day that in 1994 South Africans of all creed, races and classes participated in the first democratic elections which saw Nelson Mandela being elected first black president in South Africa.
Freedom to a lot of us came at a huge price and thus by right all of us must celebrate our freedom whether be it in writing, singing, crying, ululating and dancing.

Just celebrate your freedom,
well this are men and women who I have deserve a big shout out for our freedom

Jesus
My mom
Nelson Mandela
Malcolm X
Mahtma Ghandi
Martin Luther Jnr

Please share with us who you think deserve a big freedom shout out

RAMBLINGS OF AN ARTIST

2007-04-10T08:23:00.000+02:00

Blesseth hands
Revoked minds
Twisted dreams in crumbling tears
Faded pictures of stories told
Dejected concepts
Mind ramblings
Broken paint brushes
Simile, irony, stanzas
Cursed mind boggles
Damned writers block
Broken canvas, missing pages
Broken melodies, uncontained lyrics
I am an artist; I create beauty amidst my craziness

The Interval is dead

2007-04-03T15:03:00.000+02:00

After a long interval of not blogging due to some technical problems Im back and Im hoping to post some new material I've been working on...Til then

Stay blessed....

In Secrecy

2007-03-15T21:55:00.000+02:00

In secrecy I’m deprived of air to breath,

In secrecy I’ am embraced by GOD and caressed by angels,

In secrecy GOD is feeding me the word that is fathomed by multitude of hosts,

In secrecy I have my sanctuary when men’s deafening laughter celebrates my hunger,

In secrecy I’m hidden in the corners of this world that when time comes I may blow my shofer and beat my drums,

In secrecy I grew in my mothers belly while GOD detailed my being,

and in secrecy I will remain till I’ am revealed

Inspired by the Bible: Deuteronomy 29:29

”The secret things belong to the LORD our GOD, but the things revealed belong to us and to our children forever, that we may follow all the words of this law.”

IT IS A NEW DAY-Gratitudes

2007-03-05T07:56:00.000+02:00

It is the nature of man to rise to greatness if greatness is expected of him - John Steinbeck, American author (1902--1968)

Im grateful that the Lord kept me,

Im that Im still able to write and most of all to smile,

Im grateful that I have one more chance to make a difference in my life and someone
elses life,

Im grateful for the sunny day and blesseth African day,

Im grateful to GOD

I Know why the caged bird sings-Maya Angelou

2007-03-02T08:32:00.000+02:00

The free bird leaps on the back of the win and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wings in the orange sun rays and dares to claim the sky.
But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage can seldom see through his bars of rage his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings with fearful trill of the things unknown but longed for still and is tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom.The free bird thinks of another breeze an the trade winds soft through the sighing trees and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn and he names the sky his own.
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings with a fearful trillof things unknown but longed for still and his tune is heard on the distant hillfor the caged birdsings of freedom.

Maya Angelou

Letter to my Sweetie-Part1

2007-02-22T15:16:00.000+02:00

A Letter to my Sweetie-Part One

There were days and times I thought love was good enough for some people and not for me, or love was meant for certain individuals and not me. Reality did in my life present moments that I thought would define and determine my future and for a while I never knew that I would feel like this again….

My words are not enough to express the height of my emotions,
The simple hello I whisper to you, takes my breath away,
The picture I have in my mind is enough to make me rebel to loneliness,
And still I can’t find the words to express the height of emotions that exist in me,

I’m caressed by smiles, embraced with love, filled with warmth,
And still nothing resounds in my mind like your name and your voice,
You mention my name and I simply crumble in my boots,
You fill my dreams with hope they’d long forgotten,
You have eased my pain and burden of living,
The rotting words that once leaved in me are now revived by your name, made alive by your presence, my skill as a wordsmith feeds off your beauty,
And still I can’t find the words to express the height of emotions that exist in me.

They came, I met them, they presented their souls to me,
They smiled, and foul were their motives for me,
But I never presented my soul for them to bear,
You came, I met you, you presented your soul to me,
You smiled, and I hope pure and loving are your motives for me,
But I present my soul to you to bear, my soul to you to embrace,
And my soul for you to love….
And still I can’t find the words to express the height of emotions that exist in me.

I write this words with the purest part of my soul,
Where my dreams dwell, my hope leaves, and where my love exists in abundance,
Your face in my mind keeps me floating in realms unknown to mankind…
And still my words will never be enough to express the height of emotions that
exist in me because of you….

For : Lindiwe Qhena

MAMA TAMBO

2007-02-01T08:40:00.000+02:00

South Africa and the world has lost a veteran mother of the struggle and wife to the late South African liberation movement leader Oliver Tambo.

Mama Tambo you will be missed by all, your family and Africa,

you are the true child of the soil

HAMBA KAHLE QHAWEKAZI

Adelaide Tambo’s political life started at the age of 10 after a raid by the police, following a riot in Top Location, Vereeniging. A police officer had been killed, and Adelaide's ailing grandfather, aged 82, was among those who were arrested and taken to the town square. There the old man collapsed and Adelaide had to sit with him until he regained consciousness. The way the young policemen pushed him around and called him 'boy' made her swear to fight them till the end. This was in 1939 and at the time she was a primary school pupil at St Thomas Practising School in Johannesburg. In 1944, she started working for the ANC as a courier, while studying at Orlando High. She had joined the school's debating society and it was during this time that Dr Malan was entrenching apartheid, which became a heated matter for most of the students.
At 18, Adelaide joined the ANC Youth League and was elected chairperson of the George Goch branch and one of her duties was to open branches of the Youth League in the Transvaal. Later, as a student nurse at Pretoria General Hospital, she started a branch with the help of people like Sheila Musi, Mildred Kuzwayo and Nonhle Zokwe. She met Oliver Tambo at a meeting of the Eastern township branch of the ANC and the two were married in December 1956, during the Treason Trial. They were aware that both were likely to be arrested sometime and so discussed their political involvement as well as having children. They decided that one would have to do full-time political work and the other would have to work part time and take full charge of all family matters, including giving support to the old people of both families.
Oliver and Adelaide Tambo were asked by the ANC to leave the country in 1960 and to carry on the work of the organisation outside South Africa once they were settled. Adelaide resumed her work as a courier - this time for her husband. Based in London until the unbanning of all political parties, Adelaide became a founder member of the Afro-Asian Solidarity Movement and the Pan-African Women's Organisation (PAWO). She also assisted in identifying and financially assisting some of the families whose children left South Africa after the 1976 uprisings. She has three children and has represented the ANC in parliament. Besides her work as the national Treasurer of the ANC Women’s League, Adelaide also occupied herself with work for people in old age homes. She recently launched the Adelaide Tambo Trust for the Elderly.

Celebrate My freedom

2007-01-16T14:53:00.000+02:00

Drum beats, calabushes overflowing
Laughter around outdoor fires,
Men chanting, women singing, children dancing, Poets singing praises,
Then I rise with a smile on my face,
Ready to speak my mind and unveil my soul,
Then suddenly a song overcame me, overwhelmed I sang
as if I was possessed,
Jumping and dancing uncontrollably,
My feet moving to the rhythm of the drum beats, clapping hands, shouting
I felt my freedom, humbley overcoming me,
I was never a judge nor usiyazi but
a traveler on this journey called life.
Cry soothing tears, let your spirits ululate,
Raise your hands, stamp your feet, clap your hands,
Shout and welcome my freedom as I rise to unveil my soul
And as I write it is my freedom I express
Celebrate my freedom

Counsel of Holy people

2007-01-16T14:15:00.000+02:00

I was in church one Sunday and instead of listening to the preaching I started writing, it is somewhat fictional but it was inspired.

IN THE COUNSEL OF HOLY PEOPLE

Heavenly beings sitting in the counsel of holy people in Heaven, awaiting for God's glory to descend upon them. While waiting many thought they knew the father of all creation but forgeting His ways are higher than our ways.
His glory fell upon that counsel, every knee there bowed down and every tongue confessed that He is the great I'AM. Father of all creation addressed the counsel of holy people in Heaven and He said:I'am afraid for my people who leave on earth their lives are leading to doom on earth . I their GOD want to save them, I will choose one of you to go down there and become a sacrifice for their sins and save them from destruction. Many of the holy people in the counsel took a step back because of being afraid of losing their status as holy beings, and afraid of the pain they would have to undergo.
The all knowing GOD knew before of all this and what would happen there-after.Someone amongst the counsel of holy people stood and said I will go my father, I will become the sacrifice of all men and your holy name will be glorified.
The father feeling very pleased with the son said:For you do not mind your status and forgot about yourself and considered others more than yourself.You will be the sacrifice , you will be salvation to all men, your sacrifice will be victory for all men. I your Father will glorify you my Son. The name of the young men was Jesus-King of Jews, Lion of Judah, The Christ

Mr Thabo Mvuyelwa Mbeki

2007-01-16T12:32:00.000+02:00

Sup Word World,
I have decided that before my life time, I would love to meet the current SA President Mr Thabo Mbeki. He is an inspiring political and academic figure in my life and thus I would to share his profile with everyone in the word world, underneath I have attached his profile-He is also a fellow poet

Thabo Mvuyelwa Mbeki, Mr
Personal
Date of Birth: 18 June 1942
Marital Status: Married
Current Positions
President of the Republic of South Africa since 14 June 1999.
President of the African National Congress (ANC) since 1997.
Member of the Steering Committee of the New Partnership for Africa's Development (NEPAD).
Academic Qualifications
Attended primary school at Idutywa and Butterworth and high school at Lovedale, Alice.
Expelled from school as a result of student strikes (1959) and forced to continue studies at home.
Sat for matriculation examinations at St John's High School, Umtata (1959).
Completed British A level examinations (1960 and 1961).
Undertook first year economics degree as an external student with the University of London (1961 - 1962).
Master of Economics degree, University of Sussex (1966).
Career/Positions/Memberships/Other Activities
Joined African National Congress Youth League (ANCYL) while a student at the Lovedale Institute (1956).
Involved in underground activities in the Pretoria-Witwatersrand area after the African National Congress (ANC) was banned in 1960.
Involved in mobilising the students and youth in support of the ANC call for a stay away in protest against the creation of a Republic (1961).
Elected Secretary of the African Students' Association (December 1961).
Left South Africa together with other students on instructions of the ANC (1962). Went to the then Southern Rhodesia, now Zimbabwe, the then Tanganyika, now Tanzania and the United Kingdom (UK) to study.
Continued with political activities as a university student in the UK, mobilising the international student community against apartheid.
Worked for the ANC office in London (1967 - 1970). Underwent military training in the then Soviet Union during this period.
Served as Assistant Secretary to the Revolutionary Council of the ANC in Lusaka (1971).
Sent to Botswana (1973). He was among the first ANC leaders to have contact with exiled and visiting members of the Black Consciousness Movement (BCM). As a result of his contact and discussions with the BCM, some of the leading members of this organisation found their way into the ranks of the ANC.
The focus of his activities during this time was to consolidate the underground structures of the ANC and to mobilise the people inside South Africa.
Engaged the Botswana Government in discussions to open an ANC office in that country. Left Botswana in 1974.
Sent to Swaziland as acting representative of the ANC. Part of his task was the internal mobilisation and the creation of underground structures.
Became a member of the National Executive Committee (NEC) of the ANC (1975).
Sent to Nigeria (December 1976) as a representative of the ANC. Played a major role in assisting students from South Africa to relocate in an unfamiliar environment.
Left Nigeria and returned to Lusaka (February 1978).
Political Secretary in the Office of the President of the ANC (1978).
Director of the Department of Information and Publicity (1984 - 1989).
Re-elected to the NEC (1985). Served as Director of Information and as Secretary for Presidential Affairs.
Member of the ANC's Political and Military Council.
Member of the delegation that met the South African business community led by the Chairman of Anglo American, Gavin Relly, at Mfuwe, Zambia (1985).
Led a delegation of the ANC to Dakar, Senegal, where talks were held with a delegation from the Institute for a Democratic Alternative for South Africa (IDASA) (1987).
Led the ANC delegation which held secret talks with the South African Government from 1989 and which led to agreements about the unbanning of the ANC and the release of political prisoners.
Part of the delegation which engaged the National Party Government in talks about talks. He participated in the Groote Schuur and Pretoria deliberations, which resulted in the agreements which became known as the Groote Schuur and Pretoria Minutes (1990).
Participated in all subsequent negotiations leading to the adoption of the interim Constitution for the new South Africa.
Elected Chairperson of the ANC (1993). The election to this post meant succeeding the late former President and Chairperson of the ANC, Oliver R Tambo, with whom he had a close working relationship.
Executive Deputy President in the South African Government (1994 - 13 June 1999).
Chairperson of the African Union (July 2002 - July 2003).
Awards/Decorations/Presentations/Bursaries
Honorary Doctorate from Rand Afrikaans University (17 September 1999).
Honorary Doctorate of Laws from the Glasgow Caledonian University (19 May 2000).
Newsmaker of the Year from Pretoria Press Club (22 August 2000).
Source: The Presidency

Its Bush Again :-(

2007-01-15T15:14:00.000+02:00

One of the penalties for not participating in politics is being governed by your inferiors -- Plato, philosopher

Sup word world - A close friend asked me why I never got into politics and I said I'm more of a writer than I'am a politician, I will be of better and more effective service to mankind as a writer.Leaders like President Bush are convincing me otherwise, I believe Americans are very sensible and intelligent and I plead with the Americans from amongst you a leader must rise because the road Bush is leading the Americans is leading to the world being Anti-American, Bush is a tyrant consumed by ignorance and as a result civilians are the victims of his stupidity.

Til next time
easy

2007

2007-01-09T14:45:00.000+02:00

What's up word world, it's a new year BIG 2007. New expectetions, new ideas, and moving onwards irrespective how bad or good 2006 was....This was just my way of saying Happy New Year to everyone, 2007 is full of blessings so dont miss yours.

Til' next time
Be Blessed

World in turmoil

2006-12-01T13:55:00.001+02:00

Hi All

Well it's not my world that is in turmoil,Bush's and Blair's world, and South Africa's Police Commissioner and Head of Interpol Jackie Selebi, with all the accusations flying around that he is in bed with drug dealers and runners, I do smell a conspiracy. Who is gunning after him? what is the reason behind this strategic sabotage? Could it other politicians or organised crime syndicates that want him out of the way? Whatever the reason the world is in turmoil and as the saying goes "where there is smoke, there is fire".I will wait in anticipation of future investigations and insinuations in regard to Jackie Selebi

In progress

2006-11-29T16:03:00.000+02:00

Hey Word World,

I've been this words beating in my chest, and I thought who better to share it with,
though the piece is still in progress, I feel the words are profound

This are times when my breath matters not,
‘cause my breath is futile without her smile, then even the meaning of my words would hold no value in world of wordsmiths without me beholding her beauty.

Manier times have I held my broken heart in my hands, and I do fear I might hold it this time with no hope of it ever healing the seriousness of it’s infliction.

When a man has met his equal he learns his breath is worthless without the women who is his equal..... "

This is it I hope next time I will come something worth this space
Till next time....easy

Falling in love with YOU

2006-10-26T08:22:00.000+02:00

Hey All

This month has been a month which I feel like I'm in the gutters,lots of things and events in my life dont really make any sense. Finding answers to lifes hardship is a daunting task on it's own, very rarely you end up missing the true picture in life and as a result the meaning becomes blurred. My faith in God has kept me going through the hardest times in my life, my faith in the goodness of men has let me down. I dont think anyone can really contribute towards anyone's happiness, one needs real contentment from inside to be really happy without depending on anyone to make them happy. Find your peace it will guide you and make you happy

I read something this morning, it deserve to be my Quote of teh week:

Each child comes with the message that God is not yet discouraged of man - Sir Rabindranath Tagore, Nobel Prize--winning poet

In word I trust-part 2

2006-10-20T08:25:00.000+02:00

It has been a very unpleasant time for me, I've been going through a lot.
The irony that life presents is that what we assume should make life more bearable
actually makes life more complicated, Im talking about love, religion, morals, family and
yes even our races.

The school of morals teaches us that truth shall set us free, how have you told the truth
and ended up being in hot water, whereas how many times have you lied and it worked
excatly the way you assumed it would.The most difficult thing anyone can achieve or even
conquer LOVE, every poets mystery, the apex of our problems as humans, the cardinal point
of conquering the man and bringing out the animal in him, I tell you nothing is as complicated
as love, it demands a lot but it will surely give you back less

I'am young still growing in my own right, at this point I feel I will never get it right.At every
point Im just getting it wrong, I dont even know if I want to get it right any more. I carry so
many scars in soul but by far the deepest scars I carry are that which were caused by love
Im talking about every form of love from my father, ex-girlfriends, current girlfriend, I just feel I just wont get it right. What more need I do....

Im at a point where nothing makes sense not even my words, but my words are still the only place where I find some form of peace and contentment....

Thus I will always say in word I trust

IN WORD WE TRUST.....

2006-10-10T07:56:00.000+02:00

Sup

Writing has been the most influencial thing in my life, it has been there for me in times I needed it the most. I started writing in 1993 it was the time I felt the most rejected by my father and
his rejection opened me up to the word, I became conscientised as writer, as poet and an activist in my own right. This is just one of the reasons why I wont stop writing, at times I may be quiet
but be rest assured there is a word brewing inside of me. I have experienced disappointments and rejections in many forms so when I say "in word I trust" I really mean it

In word I trust...In word we trust.....

Rise Up Word World

2006-08-21T09:16:00.001+02:00

This is a call to unleash the word inside of you,

the word in you cant be compramised, or pampered with smoke

the word in you doesn't care about your level of literacy,

the word in you is God's fulfillment of His breath in you,

the word in you speaks in an unquestionable voice,

the word in you cant be denied,

the word in you will shout from the pit of your soul,

take heed to the call all you wordsmiths, poets and speakers

Rise up word world

A musical journey

2006-08-04T15:24:00.000+02:00

Hi all

This words came to me when I was thinking of the influence music was playing in my life,
considering that I've been since I was very young, sung in church, sung in gigs and as back up vocalist for big musicians...the goes like this

My life is a musical journey,

with high keynotes, low key notes,

it is sometimes like Kwaito constantly evolving to house

It is sometimes rythmic and melodical like perfect ensembles

it is sometimes very jazzy, abstract and uncontained

soothing are my words like RNB

and full of conviction like conscienceness music

Like every chord, melody, note or key life is,

and yes sometimes it gets off at an off-beat or downbeat

with mid-tempos and fast tempos

it is still very musical to me, it is my life's jorney,

a musical journey

Babylon System

2006-07-21T15:32:00.000+02:00

Profound Lyrics by Robert Nesta Marley

Babylon system-BOB NESTA MARLEY
http://www.alwaysontherun.net/bob2.htm#s4

We refuse to beWhat you wanted us to be;

We are what we are:That's the way (way) it's going to be.

You don't know!You can't educate IFor no equal opportunity:

(Talkin' 'bout my freedom) Talkin' 'bout my freedom,

People freedom (freedom) and liberty!Yeah,

we've been trodding on the winepress much too long:

Rebel, rebel!Yes, we've been trodding on the winepress much too long:

Rebel, rebel!B

abylon system is the vampire, yea!

(vampire)Suckin' the children day by day, yeah!

Me say: de Babylon system is the vampire,

falling empire,Suckin' the blood of the sufferers, yea-ea-ea-ea-e-ah!Building church and university, wo-o-ooh, yeah! -Deceiving the people continually,

yea-ea!Me say them graduatin' thieves and murderers;

Look out now: they suckin' the blood of the sufferers (sufferers).

Yea-ea-ea! (sufferers)Tell the children the truth;

Tell the children the truth;

Tell the children the truth right now!Come on and tell the children the truth;

Tell the children the truth;

Come on and tell the children the truth.

'Cause - 'cause we've been trodding on ya winepress much too long:Rebel, rebel!And we've been taken for granted much too long:

Rebel, rebel now!

(Trodding on the winepress) Trodding on the winepress (rebel):

got to rebel, y'all (rebel)!

We've been trodding on the winepress much too long - ye-e-ah! (rebel)Yea-e-ah!

(rebel) Yeah! Yeah!

From the very day we left the shores (trodding on the winepress)Of our Father's land (rebel),

We've been trampled on (rebel),

Oh now! (we've been oppressed, yeah!)

Lord, Lord, go to ...

[*Sleeve notes continue:Now we know everything we got to rebelSomebody got to pay for the workWe've done, rebel.]

Authentication

2006-07-21T14:14:00.000+02:00

Hi all

every poet or writer, writes with some intent to share their gift of words with other people
and at times your words as a poet might be unappriciated...but the issue is not about appreciation, we feel that whenever people say they like what we write it authenticates us as writers.

On the contrary, it doesn't authenticates you but it shows off your weakness and willingness to let other people dictate your words...

coupler words I learn't from two great men Malcolm X and Steve Bantu Biko, Biko says " I write what I like" and Malcolm X says"...by any means necessary...",I write to share with everyone else but I wont let anyone dictate what I write or even think and I shall write what I like.
In my own words I find comfort, freedom, hope and all that is celestial and by any means necessary I will hold to that.....

til' next time...easy

WORD REBELLION

2006-07-19T10:39:00.000+02:00

Word Rebellion

This is word rebellion, I will no longer listen to your words of deceit, I am from trenches of political war, and I will face you head on with my words and my weapon of mass mind distraction, my pen

Long have I listened to your words you whispered to me, you said it was my earned right to suffer and live under unbearable human conditions, I have to buy the tears from the sky, now I rebel, long have I given opportunity to deceive, by my earned right I am free. My fathers fought your ally and I will fight you, no longer will a black child suffer and no longer will we eat from the remains of your table of feast….

My people will stand against your mercenaries and mind assassins, I will be empowered by the One who made the earth and all that is in it, you have hardened me through the centuries, I’ve went through the refiners fire now I’ am pure gold

Arm in arm with arms me and my people will see to your doom, this is a rebellion, a word rebellion, awakened are our minds from the deep slumber of poverty, viva le revolution en liberteRevolution against economic starvation

Untitled time piece

2006-06-28T15:23:00.000+02:00

Time has passed by without me blogging anything, not that I have forgotten how to write
but because I haven't felt like sharing with the world...I wrote recently and I shared this
with only my close friends....the piece is still untitled

Am I allowed to see angels faces,
what's the texture of their skin,
do have races, colors and creeds,
do they have ancestors, generations,
past, present and futures
do they have dreams, hopes and visions
do they fall in and out of love

Am I allowed to read words written on their backs,
I see their skins are pure and flawless,
still their backs are tattooed with holy scriptures
I after all am a mere mortal who wields the gift of using words
and I can only hope to see the freedom on their faces
and I will no longer wear the facade of hate
and I will no longer pretend......

2006-06-11T20:30:00.000+02:00

Why did I even want to start blogging....has been a while since I last blogged reason being that Iam suffering from what is known as creative slumber, and Im not out of that state yet....until that time y'all take it easy

Ancient Words

2006-03-27T09:37:00.000+02:00

After a very long time I feel like writing, I've been going through a period I call "Spiritual quiteness"....but the quiteness has erupted in a very loud voice and Im only happy to write the sayings of this very loud voice....

ANCIENT WORDS

This voice speaks in ancient tones, ancient wisdom,
and on ancient tongues...
This voice rebukes spirits envoked by ancient beings,
and Im only allowed to write ancient scripts,
enscribed on angels tongues,

This voice speaks in unquestinable wisdom,
This voice speaks in Ancient Words.....

Word World War_1

2006-03-22T11:26:00.000+02:00

Namaste

Sup to the word world, I know its been very lopng since I last wrote anything,
I just got a promotion at work so I have been preoccupied by my new job.
But that has definitely given me time to reflect on many issues and hopefully in time I will be able to translate them into this blogspot....there is a sense of being laziness also,Ive been so lazy to write with all this taughts flooding in I still can afford to be lazy....so basically Im taking easy,but Im back to Word World War on myself

Till next time

i-exposetruth_part 2

2006-01-31T14:32:00.000+02:00

There's no truth in truth, we only hold true what we perceive to be true,
we perceive love is the most wonderful gift one can have or give,
we perceive we wont be complete without our life partners, BUT
it is just an irony...
with the power we possess in our words and minds,
what we perceive, we bring it to life, we breath life unto it, thus we call it truth.

So basically my thought process is...
if what we perceive is true and there's no truth in truth,
then only the one who has dramatised our lives holds the unshaken truth....

Blood words

2006-01-25T09:56:00.000+02:00

Hi All,
Because of inequalities that life, love,and all present to us we end up having to write
our words in blood.....blood covenant is one of the greatest ties in the spiritual realm, and also in the physical realm.....so when I write I feel like Im keeping up to the covenant of blood I've made with words.
Now I understand why I have to fulfil my need or thirst to write it is beyond me...

Blood words

this words are mine,
encrypted in my soul by GOD,
they exist in the blue-print of my being,

this words are mine,
they exist on plains walked on by angels and demons,
they shout and cry from the most bottomless places unknown,
I'am their medium they speak through,
this words are mine,
they were written in blood....

i-expose truth

2006-01-10T13:21:00.000+02:00

This is first time I blog in 2006
Firstly happy new year to everyone may it be filled with complete fulfillment of desires for everyone...2006 a new year and new beginnings-i expose truth[that is where I begin],what is it all about?The dominating question of our century is clustered around truth seeking and truth exposing,Im on my quest of seeking out the truth-my life's quest is understanding if not the wholistic view of the truth at least grasp the concept of truth.

The real reason as to why I started writing poetry was flamed by this question "what is the truth".The truth is tainted,it is like blotted ink on paper,which makes it very difficult to seek out and thus it becomes a burden,it's like this words are ready to come out bursting from your chest,but you cant really comprehend their meaning...if not all most of us are on this path of trying to understand...

until the truth is exposed and unleashed...
take it easy...

GLUTTON

2005-12-15T08:55:00.000+02:00

The freedom I have in this space allows me to do or say whatever I would like
to say....and be as much as politically incorrect as I want to be,
not mean't as an insult to those who come to this space to share this world with
me.

One of the biggest reasons as to why I blog, is because I want
to share my thoughts with the world...to think about it that makes me
a glutton of a different kind,yes there's different kinds of gluttons
and we give fancy names to our illnesses for example we have
critics, poets, lovers, writers, analysts, etc.

I feel like Im a serious glutton to the word, and Im not ashamed to
admit because it is my source at this point, in retrospect we feed off
something, those who make criticism their job are a very good
example of gluttons....that's all I felt like saying but think about
carefully what form of a glutton are you, it doesn't make you
a bad person but, says you understand what is your source....

Til' next time take it easy

Festive Season

2005-12-09T14:47:00.000+02:00

It has been a while since I last blogged, but I have been in constant introspection
I feel and I know that a lot will change even the name of this blog, I guess
what they say about change is actually true that "nothing is constant as change",
it might be good or bad change,but it will happen anyway.

Well festive season is here, and its been for a while now but it took me
this long to see because this year has been a royal bliss for me,
everyday Im just high on life :-).....what I like though about this time
is that,everyones spirit is high and jolly,hopes are renewed,
dreams are more visible...its just a wonderful time...

But since the season has started at least on average I see 4 accidents on the roads
somehow peoples attitudes in driving changes this time of the year.
It is a very jolly season but it needs to be coupled with some form of
responsibility driving, drinking, loving and all that comes with the season.

So until the next we blog and meet....
have a jolly and responsible season for yourself.....chana

BRIEF ENCOUNTERS

2005-12-02T08:17:00.000+02:00

We are in the final days of the year 2005,when this dawns on me Im always overwhelmed by a sense of insecurity and uncertainty as to what the year is bringing me,Im in a process of a major career change that is why I dread looking in the year ahead.

Currently the issue looming in the back of my mind is that of brief encounters....
call it what you may chance encounters, silent encounters, violent encounters but the emphasis are that of encounters we have in our lives, brief as they may be they have a way of influencing our lives daily.....
you know like that smile of that beautiful stranger you meet in the streets and smile gently,
or people you meet just for a certain purpose and when that purpose is fulfilled you part ways...
there is no logic behind this encounters but for some reason they happen and we wont embrace them the same way 'cause they are not the same,my favorite book say's there are no chance encounters but only the universe at play syncronizing every step we take.
In life there is no clear cut book of processes we can only leave our lives in the hope that GOD knows exactly what He is doing...take a moment and think of those encounters in your life,how have they influenced your lives, and how you embraced that encounter...

I've had those Brief encounters in my life, some pleasant, some not so pleasant
but they happened because the Universe decided or preordained that they should happen,
after all Im just a member of all that "IS".....

til' next time Take it easy.....
Mrs Maduna it was a brief encounter but I did embrace it

WORDS

2005-11-30T14:01:00.000+02:00

The truth is at manier times I lack the words to express exactly how I feel or the matters I want to talk about.Growing up I was taught not to say anything unless there exists a need to say whatever that needs to be said...as a result I wont always blog because I wait for those words to build up inside of me til such time I feel something needs to said...the burden we carry as poets is that of truth seekers, using our gifts in word its not very easy but it worth.To me the word carries such enormous power that can be yielded to kill, build, terrorise, give birth and more, this power some people like George Bush can only dream about,

so until the next I have something that needs to be said.....
Take it easy

THE ARTICLES OF MY LIFE

2005-11-29T02:38:00.000+02:00

With all the harmonius chaos that is surrounding me, Im very fortunate to be blogging now
even though I do not have much to say,I will still say my peace anyway.....going through one of my many journals I came across this poem,when I wrote it,it didn't make sense to me but I've grown to understand the voice I think with....

The articles of my life are written on the palm of my hand,
the stripes on my back tell of my life's story,
with the music made by the chains on my ankles and wrists,
I reached their shores with their dogs barking on my heels,
just because they wanted to call me JOHN.
I can even show off the scars on my wrists which I've grown to worship,
they told of my life's journey and the route my ancestors took,
they sent me to the barracks and hell-holes,
I set in the stench of dead and decaying bodies,
they hoped my soul would also rot away,
but I waited patiently and I knew my time would come,
when I will rise to sleep no more,
and I will rise to interpret the mind of GOD....

well that piece went quite after that but what I like is that I still wrote
with half conscienceness I had at the time....

Till next time.........

2005-11-16T06:26:00.000+02:00

Hey all,

I've been thinking long and hard about my blogging experience, it is very exciting and when I have to talk about myself it seems I have less to say so I will talk about everything and anyone I know with their permission of cause....the prospects of this blog changing are very unignorable someone said it's part of growth I'll be surely blogging a lot and posting a lot photos of friends,fellow poets their works and photos so be ready for lot's more....

2005-11-04T18:25:00.000+02:00

I know with certainty that I'll be writing poetry,stories and singing for the rest of my life,currently I'm working and studying towards a certification in Banking Services Advice.
One-day I know that I will leave the corporate world and be the writer/poet that I'am mean't to be.I was raised to be an artist by an artist(my mother), she can design clothes, draw, be very creative with her hands.I was breastfed by this artist,she breathed this words on me that I may somehow replicate them and revolutionise my thoughts into words.The Bible say's everything was by word....I hustled in life everyday and afterwards came back to the word for it to comfort me, the word became my friend, it released me, it liberates me and lets me fly.I will become a Master Wordsmith currently I'm just an apprentice to the Spirit world, taught by GOD, guided by my soul, sharpened by the word to be the son of the soil and word that created me and all that "IS".....

The dust of the soil from this streets,
The "WOLA" shouts on the streets all day,
cheerfully I shouted "HEITA" back to this streets,
they groomed me, spoilt me,
They made me cry Im Black, young, powerful,
therefore dangerous.

I have crippled their stance against me,
I have raised a voice against them,
because they protested my being,
I Rise, Revolt to be liberated from
engulfing confusion
now I'am, now I'am, now I'am
son of the soil,brown skinned, black haired, spirited and
a poet who spoke this words.....

2005-11-04T01:20:00.000+02:00

This Beauty....

I was thinking about the meaning and purpose of blogging,
how is it adding value to my life or anyone who might stumble upon this blog.
I realized it's not important of what value it is adding to my life,but whats important is that I get to write my thoughts and maybe write a poem or two.....
Eventually nothing is making sense but there is one thing I know,words will never stop flowing from my thick African lips.In Africa we celebrate the coming of age in song,we mourn in song,and our spirits ululate in song...All of this are but one thing to me WORDS.

Let your soul sing loud and strong until you get lost in your own words.....

NAMASTE*

*Namaste-the divine in me beholds the divine in you

2005-11-01T08:38:00.000+02:00

Hi All,
As I said I'am a seacher of truth in words,as a result I grew to know how to verbalise my thoughts in poetry,and just like the Father of Black Conscienceness Movement in South Africa Steve Biko"I write what I like".One of my poems to share with you-enjoy

I THOUGHT I SHOULD TELL YOU MY STORY - Part One

I thought I should tell you my story ……
Of truths untold using the tongue of men, only men who transfigured understand the truth hidden in the power of words, I write as though I speak in tongues only known to heavenly beings, God himself whispered this words to my heart and I interpreted them on paper, God whispered this words that I may let you know of His true heartbeat for mankind……..

I thought I should tell you my story……
For no men can tell my story like I can, like the time I learnt my name was engraved on palms of Angels, the history of my people was tattooed on the back of Jesus Christ, that they would have to suffer because they were chosen to ascend the spiritual ladder to unknown realms, while clenching their fists…..

I thought I should tell you my story……
Of how much I thought I would be scared if I didn’t have you, and my life would be incomplete, I thought spring wouldn’t have any meaning to me but it symbolizes new beginnings for everyone, whether those beginnings are good or bad, by some divine intervention I know I will make it …..

I thought I should tell you my story……
Of how I got caught up in this dream, I believed it, I leaved in it, I tasted it, but now I know it will never be, but it became a symbol of living in illusions causing confusions in my tainted mind I was tantalized by this dream, in my dream I remembered that all things come to an end……

I thought I should tell you my story……
Of how my words will keep me around through to eternity, and how your smile will keep you living in my mind……

I thought I should tell you my story……

By: Thamsanqa Mhlanga

2005-10-28T09:11:00.000+02:00

This is my first time writing for my and I cant tell the difference that it is making for now maybe as I continue to do my postings then I will be able to see its significance....What I do know is that I'll be posting a lot of my poetry and get to share a lot with everyone....Bakithi Sengifikile :-)