Solutions... (inspired by Lauryn Hill's Oh Jerusalem)

Instances, examples and problems,
Emergencies, pain and silliness;
My body inevitably fail to connect and reasons cannot be defined.
Less sleep, more pills, mind drugged, my soul is dead,
And my young mind perished in the name of love.
Can I testify and say I was an actor, stage names, lies and imperfections defined me.
Forgetting lines, having no father but trusting in a man,
Failing schools tests, lacking direction but finding joy at varsity,
Limitations and boundaries dictating the light in my tunnel-shaped journey.

Instances, examples and problems,
Emergencies, pain and all;
Tradition abandoned, rules broken while hearts are in a process of being repaired,
Oh I cry, in the name of ancestors as a black soul
I cry in the name of those who live in the moment
I cry in the name of love; that which never existed.

I defined myself in the same way my enemies scrub their floors,
I explain my existence to those who felt I owed them.
I analysed my behaviour to a woman whose genitals stretched as God moulded my parts and shaped my heart, the same heart I have in my hand.

Instances, examples and problems,
Emergencies, pain and cluelessness;
I sleep around, I am sick; I no longer reap, but suck fruits less tasteful than bananas.
I forgot I was a man, I knew I was, but I had to thrust my being where my feet are forbidden as a man.
I forgot I was a loner, I knew I was, before I fell in love and felt good about it,
Deception fooled me; lust blinded me hence I often came quickly.

My traditions have found me, I chose you though I know you ditched me intentionally,
My heart is all repaired; I had to sort it, even though men stabbed me repeatedly in it,
I have found myself through instances, examples and problems,
Emergencies, pain and all.

 

Happy read!

Our government, whose art is in promises

Just like any other year and like any other president who seeks popularity, President Jacob Zuma stated, in this year’s State Of The Nation Address, that 2011 is a year of job creation. Already the Department of Public Service and Administration website is flooded by vacancies awaiting potential employees to compete for them.

The private sector on the other hand, meeting the government halfway it seems, is doing what it can to assist in the scarcity of jobs. As a result, websites like Bizcommunity, Pnet, Career junction and recruitment agencies are buzzing with what seems to be opportunities for the unemployed.

But how does the process of getting employed work? Is it really possibly to eradicate the ever increasing rate of unemployment in South Africa or we are merely trying to hit a Mariah Carey note with Mary j Blige’s voice?

Laying a complaint

Ever since my mind grew to understand what is uttered by SA presidents, I have been grasping what a normal mind would only dub empty promises; abolition of crime, alleviation of poverty through youth and women empowerment projects, building of houses, yada yada BEE, yada yada bursaries for well deserving students and so forth. All these declarations never seem to be met, well at least NOT entirely.

Having said that, every erudite and scholarly mind, in my opinion, is well aware of the government’s failure to stick to promises. However, we all still lift our hopes and hands up high as if we are welcoming Jesus into our lives, knowing fully that nothing will come out of it.

Consequently, all we do is complain about what the government is NOT doing right FOR us. It appears, our minds have forgotten about Mr Thabo Mbeki’s Vukuzenzele initiative (wake up and do it yourself). Yes, this was mainly invented for the struggling farmers, but that did not mean that a struggling young man in the impoverished Tsomo area, in the Eastern Cape, should just wait for Mbeki to speak to him directly.

The government is at work. The government is delivering. The government is sorting out crime but this is ONLY benefiting certain people in certain areas.

The government is doing all that is possible to get rid of poverty, but this is only experienced by a certain number of people (including the corrupt vultures, of course). Also, the BEE concept is working, but not for every black person who qualifies will get to taste how it feels to a BEE employee.

What does this mean?

First and for most, it does not matter how hard the government lifts up weight in an aim to help and feed the hungry, shield the homeless and comfort the unemployable; it is just impossible to cater for everyone.

There will always be that portion or a number of people who will be poor, who will be unemployed, who will be victims of crime till the world comers to an end.

It is about time people quit looking up to government and expecting a love song to begin after screaming VIVA!

Chairs are fine right next to the table. Leave them for toddlers to lean on when trying to walk, and go out to start something that will bring you money.

Many projects are already in motions in many areas. So, don’t start your own because then as it will take ages to pick up. Get involved in the projects that already exist. Use your talent and what you good at.

Being good does NOT only refer to making the kinkiest moves when having sex; it refers to how you sing, how you dance, the way you draw, the way you cook and the ways herd cows or help build houses for the people in your community.

Not everyone will have a degree or a diploma. Not everyone with qualifications will get a job. So, one MUST do with what is do-able and available right now.

The truth is, you are the ONLY person who solely cares for yourself genuinely. The other people are using you as a ladder for themselves or their businesses. Why don’t you try and be like them then? Use them to grow yourself.

By the way, I hear the world is coming to an end next year, why don’t you start doing something for yourself? Go out and START a job.

Happy read!

Tweetrospection

Without a doubt, Twitter is one of the most popular channels of social media in the world. In my opinion, IT IS the most loved and used channel currently. Once upon a time Facebook had this throne. However, today that is no longer the case.

Just like any form of social media (My Space, Mxit and Facebook), Twitter comprises all sorts of people; perverts, attention seeking people, stalkers, pastors, prostitutes and people who seem to simply exist –particularly on this channel- just to ridicule others.  

 Thanks to being extensively used by young people, Twitter has become the preferred target for social media marketing. However, it is not only businesses that use it for this purpose but individuals (celebrities) as well, because they want a quick way to connect with an audience, and this way they are able to enhance their fan base.

While this channel is perceived and dubbed the best tool, many of its users developed a tendency of using it to tweet the most disrespectful things to other people; ‘ordinary’ people try to set scores with ‘celebrities’ while certain ‘celebrities’ look down and undermine the same people they depend to create their fan bases.

Tweectivities

There has been an event where a well known DJ was having an argument with his follower because the follower tweeted that this particular DJ was rude. In his response, the DJ said something along the lines of “fans should know their place, just like WE know ours...”

My question here was that, where exactly is a fan’s place? Is it behind the store counter when buying the music? In a queue at Computicket waiting to purchase a ticket to a DJ’s concert??

I fail to understand people such as this DJ, not that there is a need for me to understand them. How do you present yourself to the public as a genuine public figure when you are ordinary but change for the worst and become disrespectful, when you are popular, towards the same people who help to get your business, your image booming?

The most recent incident, as recorded by the most popular entertainment site, involves the elegant Sonia Booth who, by the look of things, was infuriated by a Twitter user, whose reasons to start a fight are still unknown. Just like many other provoked ‘celebrities’, Booth hit back and as a result swear statements were exchanged.

In reality, when we find that the people we surround ourselves with appear to be not so friendly and mean, we find ways of eliminating them. Bonang Matheba, on the other hand, emerged with a very skillful way of eliminating the ‘’not so friendly’ people she has on Twitter; she blocks them.

Me and many people on Twitter looked Bonang’s strategy and not only found it funny but ridiculous as well. Evidently, it slipped the mind that, Bonang after all is a human being too and therefore is subjected to feeling the pain and the hurt many of these people’s tweets might have caused. Blocking them for her proved to be necessary and working too.

Not only does she block, Bonang makes it a point that she retweet mostly –if not only- the nice and positive things many of her followers say to and about her. At first, I found this a bit egocentric of her. However, I came to realise that, we are living at a time where if we don’t draw attention to the positivity that oozes out of the few nice people we have around us, we can never see or feel just how good and beautiful we are. Of course, in this perspective, one needs to be very assertive and well aware of what, how he or she is and all that he or she stands for, so that what people say may come as a confirmation if it is positive.

With all these incidents and many others that take place on Twitter, it has become clear that, this channel is not only popular because of the blue chip companies and public figures registered on it, but also  because of people who have personal –or professional- vengeance against others.

Maybe it is safe therefore to conclude that Twitter is certainly not for the faint hearted. In fact, the faint hearted have de-activated their accounts and chose to stay free of the controversy Twitter brings.

If I am not mistaken, T-bo Touch is one of the people who parted ways with Twitter. Maybe he is back these days, I don’t know.

Happy read!

Things

Rebels have gone wrong

Listening to rules regulating their ways of life

Restoring sense of normality in their sights, while their core beings cry foul and betrayal.

Good girls epitomise horrendous lifestyles, pushing manners outside

While hosting behaviour so absurd, their mothers’ prides die at the sight of cows leaving kraals

Fathers beat the flesh aiming to reinstate respect, dignity and wealth

Wealth acquired just by having their daughters’ boobs maintains shape

Enabled to entice Mr Penis behind the zipper.

We write, we sing and we preach one word in one world

But with one word we crash the one world we live in.

We’re leaving, heading towards a place so free and elevating, but that place is in us.

In fumbling on paths leading to our hearts we find comfort

But we refuse to embrace it in fear of debates and contrasts.

Fat bitches meanwhile breathe homophobic flames unto men who embrace beard.

Having suppressed lust for same sex, grown ass women finger adolescent girls

Trying to find their sexual stand, a dream is killed and a soul is buried

A mother is confused, a child is lost, and the world is messed up.

We live, we die and I’m told we live again, but we are lost in finding a way to be ourselves.

We seek the truth, we find lies, and then we realise there’s no hope for our lives,

Therefore we continue to lie. In fact, we die.

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Victim of love

I lay my eyes on you, instantly I feel my heartbeat recites a fast pace while my lips run dry.

I have never met you, but you make me come, come and come some more closer to losing it...

I am a victim of love, and the Gods claim your heart as my sanctuary.

I sit alone and leave my mind to patrol and explore my feeling.

I feel assault in my heart; lust explodes leaving my parts sore.

I'm sore; in fact, I am hard down here, here on my left chest muscle.

I allow my zipper to breath and drop things low, and I let my being explore your parts.

You let me, he lets, they let me inside, but I come, come and come some more face to face with betrayal, hurt and danger.

I lift my hands up, I scream out loud making promises only too hard to fulfil.

I want you and I love you, so I lie to you.

You don't believe me, and so you leave me.

How do you love me and then leave me?

How do you want me, kiss me, need me and then ditch me?

How do you look in my eyes, utter words so fond of my heart and yet be keen on my brother?

How do you? How do you?

Every night, I sit up, try and find the lies in your "we're not meant to be".

Every night, I create lies from my truths just to impress and please you.

You come to mind, instantly my heartbeat recites a fast pace while my lips run dry.

I have never met you, but you make me come, come and come some more closer to losing it...

I am a victim of love, and the Gods claim your heart as my sanctuary.

Happy read!