President my press dent

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While anticipation crippled our minds for endless weeks if not months, it was a matter of time before the gupta mania came to an end. The media had kept us well aware of the family schemes and constant looting of government resources;  well the common south african knew just enough to cry foul play based on media layouts. Whether proven guilty or innocent the verdict is based solely on what was brought forward to us unquestioned.

What information was true on the matter of the president still remains a hersay but what powers does a president have? It is never a stand alone transformation but a group mandated by the powers that keep the world spinning. Was the president corrupt? Based on the matters discussed of course he is as corrupt as the elite hierarchies are. But that is not in discussion.  The discussion is the gupta flowing suspicions. The state capture based on the eastern family, what about the west? What other families controls the country? Is there any intetest in that mattet? Or just a far fetched matter that may crack our skulls open.

But this gupta is something else, we know as far as their back yards, chefs and housemaids. On one of the Facebook pages there was an out cry that they had white people as waiters in their wedding,  why not?  Is this picture fractured?  It is similar to the racial perspective ad that was banned for switching roles. With this overflowing knowledge and information about this family ; on the other  hand we are still to find a complete Johan Rupert  Wikipedia profile.

Well the former has resigned and the next is known for being a shroud business man with franchise powers of poison food. With the marikana saga still lingering lest we forget, but a marvel with the media while the rand has strengthen in just seconds of his appointment. It makes us wonder if such a thing as inflation actually exists. Since the downgrades are personality dependent; i believe in order to keep our investors happy we should avoid characters such as Julius Malema just to be safe. For his sake as well; radicals are known to fall ill if not assassinated.

But Since South Africa is a British state our relationship with the Queen is important, we will need to rectify what former president Zuma might have jeopardised. It is important to keep your slave master happy as it had proven in Zimbabwe.  We dont want to starve, South Africans have marched hand in hand with their oppressor  just to avoid starving;  thats just how much we fear the idea of self reliance. Well for now we will dance and drink for freedom from a dictator that kept us locked away. Let’s wait on the press to feed us the truths and flaws of the new president depending on his roles and policy overdrives. If he agrees with the white supremists; he might just dodge the bullet. As we wait on the land policy with sore hope it will be put into place before the next election.

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The second should be better( the after thought)

 

I took a picture of the snow and watched it melt…
Eyes are windows to the soul…

 

Hell is a place for those that couldn’t do good…
I did good but I’m burning now…

 

I lied to God and took off my jersey in the winter…
She said ” I know, I’m just glad you tried”

 

Truth hurts, I had a sting in December…
I think I might need a another liver by June…

 

Everything I know works better with alcohol…
Most of the things I don’t know…

 

Like love loves stingy men…
My childhood friend got married…

 

Irony is my headache oxymoron..
90% of my bad is good for her…

 

I think I’ll be rich…
Give me some room to think.

 

I’m an activist against the world…
My handle is save earth…

 

I asked the universe to listen…
It never stopped…

 

I hate things that work in my favor…
I need no favors…

 

I think my breath stinks…
I just told a truth…

 

I stayed up all night trying to sleep….
Only to realize I been sleeping for 30 years….

 

I’m still optimistic about sleeping though..
You can’t keep a good man down…

 

I forced learned how to stay in the dark…
Ignorance is not a bad choice…

 

I’m beautiful and sweet inside…
I hope you can find a way to get in..

 

I lost my way…
Wait! Keep going down…

 

Something might come up…
Came from behind..

 

Sorry, my mind is naked when left alone…
I built a muscle on my right side…

 

Perversion is the reason we have kids…
There goes another lie.

 

Present fathers : around but never around

“Had i not been there,
I would have never seen him,
She said he spoke,
But i never heard him,
He exists, I think.”

I dread to speak of absent fathers as it seems synonymous with our society as afrikan people, rooting from the ages of slavery and extermination. Where the spirit of the man, Woman and home was broken into a million pieces, but we cannot hide under the broken stigma till the end of ages, we have to rebuild what he destroyed,
We people of afrikan descend are aware that we are family bound or at least we were in our history and tradition. Even though the stats disagree with us but we know our ancestors built circles so no one was left out. We are part of one family. We practiced oneness inside our mud and grass harts before the mines and single trip trains to the city of gold. When the man went to the city; he was never the same.
This manuscript is not of fathers that didn’t stay, get me right. The ones that got away have heard countless out cries of mothers being mothers and fathers in a single breathe, i would like to speak on those that stayed and give a perceptional overview.
i think its appropriate to iron out the flaws of our current family structure for the sake of our evolution. I admit; we are walking on egg shells and it looks pretentious.
some men that stay and marry look like zombies and play the monster role in the child’s life. I don’t know if its part of parenthood as played out in many television series or what? Are you tired of passing on the knowledge you acquired? Are you that tired to give definitive insight to develop the mind of your children? It seems women are the only custodians of morals and tradition while he plays bad cop stuck in a dilemma of enforcing the law.
In our homes religion is used as an afrikan value system; our children are predominantly religious in their early years, Until they meet Plato; Then an unorthodox logical system breeds, i believe a home builds the core of the individual, Without this core we are just blowing in every direction the wind decides, it is necessary to feel comfort her and his firm love.
Are we not there to form the balance? Men and women are different but similar in ways, our relationships form a base to evoke the spirit of gender. We are not in competition, not better than the other. We just function differently to complete the balance, The spirit of her connects with the spirit of him to generate harmony to the environment. Its not a contest of dominance or control, we are relating in our ways through spirit.
There is absolutely no need to be around physically but never around emotional or spiritually. What of good use will you be in the future? Because as the grunting feelings tears the soul will you not commit adultery? Will you not hide your soul in another home? The issue is always the same, those that stay make it a chore to be there, always finding ways to run and live else where, because the make their homes a place of dead dreams and obligations, all the things you hate you keep them at the feet of your family.
There’s nothing worse than a man that is doing things for the sake of the other, you are no better than the one that left and uses a maintenance support court structure, because that’s what you have lowered your energy to. well kids pick up off energy, they can feel your heavy pretense. Sooner or later they will rebel the dysfunctional environment you created for them. Because we don’t even know our children, we are not spending enough time with them, we are not there. We haven’t heard them, we don’t know their strengths and weaknesses, their perception and logic. We gave them away to external systems and hoped they will make us proud, if they can.
The sad part is they don’t know you. They don’t know Your thoughts, fears and aspirations. But you are there.

It won’t matter when it is said

 

Do I not remind you of that moon that hid in the clouds?
Promising the unpromised shine…
Like the warrior king that sat behind the castle…
We saw him…and it…

It was as bright as the purples.
Blue, green and fire…
We heard the melody…
And read the lyrics..
They were superb… Splendid..
He out did his does…
But it didn’t matter when it was said…

Like redundant plays…
Saying says…
She heard…the practices…
Of actions stumping…
Sweet meaningless nothings..
Whispered to henge..
Capture the neck…
Kisses of bubble floats….
Remember the say?
The say that said something was said…

Sorry we dosed off…
Sorry our favourite movie didn’t play…
Eyes weary…..itchy and waiting to complain…
Dream suffocations……
And lucid turns…
Please turn back..
To the turtle toe…
Dance toe to toe…
Sink in the moment of I saw tomorrow…
Wait!….
Did you hear something?

Eternal bliss…
Secret, sacred please hide me above the lonely cloud…
That one…
That has rhythm and soul…
My Soul sung and hung on the same oak tree…
Was it not all?
Time framed… Expansions…or revolving doors to the right…
I can’t be paranoid…
I heard a say…
There were words…
Sentences before nothing…

But it wouldn’t matter when it is said…
Like I..I think…I thought…
Stutterers of gut felts…
Genuine imperfections…
Soul driven…I drive something mean…
It loves…seen it?
Sorry I lost my mind….
Hard to believe…
Its a say…but it was said…
Like an “I love you”..
That won’t matter when it is said…

Amnesia : thoughts of a chicken

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A couple of years ago I ran into a Congolese man at campus square in Auckland Park closer to the centre Johannesburg, he was a refined christian missionary recruiter selling Jesus with distinct, which is positive in its foundation; i see no issue in mastering your craft; there’s nothing worse than listening to an unsure person. stuttering and mumbling through the speech, the hot wind is better than that. I believe the white man has mastered his 8/10 in reaching his true potential; while we are barely getting by with our 3/10s, nonetheless that’s where we are, 4/10 if we are really getting better. we are simply not being what we are good at to be plain. we busy hobbling through foreign traits and trying to be the best we can be.

well this man sold me Jesus like a sales person desperate to make sale on a bad month, i listened to answer, i wasn’t having it, i was on conscious aggressive mode; where debates about religion was sport to me. he said all the common right things to spark my new found knowledge and mockery; like had it not been for slavery we would still be cannibalistic and barbaric, living in the jungle swinging from tree to tree or the new testament is the new truth. he spoke as a child that got ice cream after a beating. that’s how messed up our psyche is, we are grateful for the butchering, manslaughter, murder and rape of our people. and hope the wheel of evolution is true to us as the knife he took out to spill our blood, then seconds later we sat by him and hope he has grown a heart and a soft touch for us or he has found Jesus in the mistranslated verses.

the conqueror didn’t ask or ask to be pardoned, he poisoned the land and made sure everything that survived still had poison in its system. it was brutal and sacrificial, do we not carry the heaviness now as we did? we know he came, killed and never set foot in the forgiveness podium, he earned his masters in torture and thievery, that has been his strong 8/10, his arithmetic and geometry are stolen legends, his not spiritually embodied but understands the mystery of the closing 3rd eye. unapologetic he has build his empire in the greenfields of our ancestors.

while we are consumed in a system that we cannot just step aside and be free. well i wish somebody sold me the nommos on my way to fisher ways; or the Tree of life on my hiking trip. the energy we have for debates should be translated into actions on the streets not just to amuse our sense of scholarship. we are well spoken about what is not happening rather than what we are implementing.

we are intentionally or unintentionally participating in the slavery of our age. the damn if i do and damn if i don’t makes the head spin. from the 9-5 jobs for our semi skilled people, the degrees we acquire that give us bread and butter, the titles we obtain from a racist system that keeps us off the hunger, we are in the melting pot looking at better predicaments. we are slaves whether we are field or housed. it is non progressive to our being. i know it feels like something but its truly a slow death like purchasing these slave movies.

well thinking makes ignorance a blissful state of mind. the distortion of financial freedom, mental health or spiritual independence these are the battle grounds. but where is the practice of independence? at the church he build to count the conversion of black to completely not black. we are evolving at his command. following the death of a people and a race. it is truly amusing that we can sit in round tables and play the “woke” tags while we know nothing about our nature nor do we have a plan for our people. what is the future of the afrikan? rebuilding the man? the woman and child? systematic societies?

well the thought of our spiritual dynamics being barbaric is a pathetic mental disease. but the mind set thrives in almost all that are converted in to the deception of church or 21st century thinking, the so called schooled and aware. we are institutionalized in all forms; it is without error to say we haven’t had a black man that speaks black in a long time, we have had our 3/10s with a courted culture that evolved to an abusive state captured through the patriarchal system.we have traditional custodians, pan afrikans, Afrocentric scholars who still need reshaping of the black evolution not in the current supremacy system. since it seems the revolution is for the liberation of one illusion into another. we can debate the problem all day and sleep on it.

fighting white supremacy is one, but the mental attitude and spiritual state need cleansing too, we fought for freedom and independence with crosses on our chests or the mekkah moon. while our divinity was a mid day study. whom did we fight against with guns they made? think about it. independence was given as it suites the evolution of their race. not because the war was badly lost,not because too many of us were dying. nothing the man has given to us was meant to evolve us,
not religion, politics, school, material or better jobs has made us better human beings. but we have became better hypocrites, mentally corrupt and perverted souls. even in our advanced thinking the fall is the exclusion of the mass whom are under the poison of lesser thinking.

but should i blame a child born into bondage? he knows what he is being taught. he doesn’t know the great ka kongo, why would he; its not in the school system. its not in the national geographic. when I googled searched the history of South Afrika i got as far as the slavery trades in cape town. because the psychological effects of those events should be prominent to keep a people beneath their potential, not the victory in blood river or the take over from the strange ones. the cloth has been kept tight while transparency is being preached. the nature of the man was never to better us. it will not be, he cannot change his mind. if he lets you in his house wonder why. he has not forgotten.

No one can save us but ourselves

Our people are suffering because we are okay with them struggling, it is of no interest to the well being of our people. It doesn’t bother us that our people are beggars, petty thieves and homeless. Instead of looking at the root of problems we design bigger walls and employ white owned security companies; to help rid our hungry people from our hard earns. While banks rob us daily because its legal for them to charge 34% interest and bill you for every transaction you make to recover your own money. The law allows them to down right take from us but hungry people should be humiliated for petty crimes in supermarkets.

I winder, Am i my brother’s keeper? have i learned to care and truly humble myself at the situation we are facing as a race,
I see us move pass a woman with a baby on her back, even throw a rand to ease our soul from this dirt. Is that all you had? Are you showing off your sense of concern? of course it’s not our concern, she is not our immediate family. These boys at the front doors of kfs, chicken licken and these other poisonous food stores are not our siblings. This sense of always being busy and always tired, makes us lose sight of the real truth.

I remember watching a documentary about the death of Steve Biko and something caught my attention. A gentleman spoke about activists that were detained and their families, he said when a father or mother is detained by the police; the community is responsible to look after their children. Black people are a family, have always been. Maybe we have forgotten how to be black.

We have to understand where we are and regenerate a sense of structure as our forefathers had; maybe do better. These new initiations are dysfunctional. Many boys have not been taught how to be men, many men are still boys, it is the same in our girls and women, the effects are clear as day light. Parties, Smoking and alcohol are the new initiation schools. Nothing substantial, its a cycle of regrets, bullshiting our way into maturity while raising kids in the process.

Many of us have boldly claimed we are pro black while in support of nothing black owned and black empowering, we are under the illusion that wearing a dashiki or beards or a tshirt with an afro or a map of the continent from these major retails empowers our people. Tfg or edcon or Mr price is not problack; their quest is not to empower you But to make profit of us through credit purchase and mass sales .

our people are not allowed to sell in malls; but our people are always in malls, thats why soo many malls are invading our communities. We are great consumers and not great investors. I once saw a show about young rich blacks; and all of it was based on what they buy and bought. Showing of designer clothes and cars and restaurants they eat in, just to magnify how the black haves think, it is no different from the middle wagers. Consumption is order of the day.

So do not be fooled by the so called black entrepreneurs that open franchises reselling the same brands. Owning a McDonald’s franchise don’t make you an entrepreneur and buying from that same enterprise is not pro black brother. If its hard work to be pro black then don’t claim to be. Black products are expensive because it is expensive to make them without a support structure and financial backing from other black people. Black businesses are extremely difficult to sustain especially if it promotes genuine pride and consciousness.

So i plead; If you are not supporting your people consciously, then do not advocate a false reality of attaining economic freedom as a race. You are for the white supremacy structure, finding pleasure in the struggle of your people.
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