Monday 30 January 2017

The Art of Being Human...A Poem that aims to Remind You.

The art of being human:
It starts with being
humane,
Goes via compassion, up the valley of
love
To sip at the waters of joy and happiness,
Drenched at the straights of sadness and dispar
where patience and friendship are your only
substance.
Down we go
Homeward,
To the valley of Justice, serenity and never before
felt utter companionship and oneness
Where all who endure will not only see the light
of God
But will also see godliness in themselves
And live it out.
Call me a dreamer but that's what being a human
is.
You not just a collaboration of dust,
Failure
And lust.
Good morning my friends

Thursday 19 January 2017

Johannesburg Mayor chases out six 'Illegal Africans'

I am pissed
Timeslive.co.za has today reported that Johannesburg City's Mayor, Mr Mashaba of the Democratic Alliance party is pushing for the arrest of six non South African nationals who work at the Johannesburg Theatre. It is said that this is because the said individuals were found to be in possessions of fraudulent worker's permits and and some that are as of June 2016 expired.

Whilst many a South Africans(mostly men) are in a very jovial mood over the matter, I find the whole thing quite unsettling.
Not so long ago Mr JG Zuma, today's ANC and state president, illegally entered and lived at Mhlambanyatsi in Swaziland. Along side him was Thabo Mbeki, former RSA and ANC president.
Also, in a very many pro ANC books we are told of many a heroic ventures ANC cadets undertook to free South Africa off its segregationist policies. They lived and worked in countries as far away as Russia. And live there illegally.  
Today the Country, which is ANC led is tightening its boarders and chasing so said foreigners out even though we are the very ones who helped these ungrateful Hippocrates.

How quickly the wheels have changed.

Monday 16 January 2017

PANGS OF MANHOOD

The pain of manhood is that
Although we may not
Admit it.
We man are first in knowing
The torture
The uncertainty
The heart wrecking
Soul wrenching pain
That is this thing
Called love.

These thorns are painful
But for the sake of this rose they
Protect,
This,
My fragile heart will endure them.
They do what they must
And I'll do the same

Good night my love
May your heart always be content, Always at peace:
Secure in knowing that mine longs To hold and cradle no other.
Sweet dreams dear duckling.
While you sleep and dream of beast I dare not know
I'll be busy dreaming away all your nightmares for you.

So dictates the pangs of manhood.