For the love of words: My thoughts My world

A story to be told-Just For Control

Just For Control

The mind knows what the heart refuses to believe. It sees beyond the visual data given by the eye.

Being caught in a small room, with people of different personalities yet they are perceived as the same because of their gender, dress code and societal background. Life is mysterious and this brings thrill and fascination of what may lie ahead. The thought of not knowing breeds the adventure and triggers your dopamine. That leap of faith, bungee jumping, dangling from a tower/ mountain without the 100% assurance that the bungee rope will support your weight. Rafting, going through the various water current, hitting each and every rock along the way without the knowledge that you will get out there alive. Same as going to a new place without knowing anybody, but the trust that you have in whichever high power you believe in sets your mind at ease. Falling in love has also been proven to be a dangerous and risky act that one may take, not fully knowing the person you fall for, what they are hiding behind closed doors, their real personas and not the person they introduce in the street.

What has happened to my Land

I was born in a land of richness, where the world believes that its valleys are evergreen; the stream runs through my yard and the world’s wild giants run freely in my back yard. I was born in a land of richness, where all the mineral of the world are found, from your gold to your diamond and platinum. We have one of the largest oil plants in my land. I was born in a land where the world believes we are one- we are the same. I was born in a land where anthropologists believe humanity started there. I was born in a land of pseudo-unity created by the outside.

Muntu Omuhle:Words of Admiration

Ngivumele muntu omuhle

Your beauty shines through the eyes of the blind, that it make him exclaim in awe, shocked by your beauty that restores his sight.

Your beauty turns a drunkard into a pastor, as he praises your maker, abonge ubuhle bakho for buya mangaza.

Your beauty is so eccentric that not even words can describe it.

Your beauty exhumes the magnificent of mankind, the womanhood who stand strong and defeats all strongholds.

Your beauty turns a player into a husband material, for ufuna uk'protector his queen

Your beauty steals the heart of a thief that he sentences himself into a love slave, for eternity.

Your beauty has converted a rebel into a saint, for he has stumbled across the fine marbles of womankind.

The time is now.

The Last Hour

When the clock strikes noon we know that morning has passed, what was missed at 11:59 can never be recovered at 12:59 for the time has passed a new hour arises. The sun shifts accordingly making room for the moon which shall rise later on.

As we celebrate World AIDS Day

As we come out victorious

My name has been denoted into a three-letter word slash a four-letter word. An acronym of bigger words that is dreadful to pronounce. I do not know how they do it, to say my name in such conviction, with a stern voice and without fear of what I am.

I have come into this world and people did not know who I am, until my first victims were too weak to speak nor to be in control of their own bodies, for I have defeated them internally. They dubbed me the long names the two various stages one becoming longer than the other one. They gave me these names for they say I attack first from the inside and if you are not aware I strike on the outside, I wanna be seen. What would have I called myself if I knew I was gonna be this popular years and years after I surfaced. I would have given myself a name to be fear for ages, I would have given myself a name never to be said, it would be a fable that I exist.

Ukuphila

This is where it all started

Uk’thul’ ebandleni, iNkosi ngisay’ philela, angikaboni lutho okungangihlukanisa neNkosi. Ngicela iNkosi ithel’ umusa

These were the words I grew up with.

Week after week, Sunday after Sunday, every church service.

Young as I was, starting from the youngest to the oldest, till the Priest has the final.

Bathi “phila mntanami”,

Reality of Growing Up

Growth

Have I become a pay cheque slave, where I have been institutionalised to work from hand to mouth? 

The corporate world which most of us dream off when growing up is not as glamorous as shown in the Hollywood movies; big cars, glass house on the mountain peak, a dog to keep you company and a partner to talk to once in a while. Such life is only true in movies; we are told if we want to live the best life envisioned, we should go to school, work hard and pave our way to success. True, education is a fundamental tool in society, it equip us with necessary skill to survive in our daily lives. In institutions such as schools we learn all sort of valuable skills, from the social development to our educational development, in social development we learn how to interact with other people from the various social groups and background, we get to learn who we are and our function in society. This is a path of self-discovery, as we get to know and understand ourselves with the various social vulnerability we enquire along the way. We develop our cognitive within these institutions, our level of interaction varies from that of those who didn’t have the opportunity to be part of such an environment, our level of maturity varies from institution to institution. 

The Power we Possess

My Success Story

How do you define success? Is it the big car you drive, is it the mansion you live in or a lump sum of money in your account, or even the job you're doing.

A stranger in my land

A Perfect Misfit

I have walked through these valleys before yet they seem so foreign.

The terrains have changed to something I do not recognise anymore.

My mind knows I have been here before yet my body reject everything of its existence.

I have been here before, happy, filled with laughter and less worries, yet thus land is so foreign.

I cannot seem to recall the language spoken, I am tongue tied as i try to converse with the natives, my people, those of my kind.