The Transitional Period

The Period of Hope

I was born during the transitional period within South Africa, where most people in society were not sure what the future holds for them. I was born during the times where so much skeptics within South Africa, people doubting this new road to freedom. White people migrating from SA, black people rejoicing at this new world they will be living in. Children born in the early 90’s were given names such as Nkululeko “freedom” as parents believed a child shall follow their name, and the nation shall follow accordingly. Amongst the names were names of the great leaders, Nelson, Oliver, Walter, Govan, as parents were so emancipated by this democracy, the freedom of being able to give a child a name they want. Some of the names resembled the events which were at hand, such as Vote- Born on the 27 April 1994, Amandla born February 1990, Sinethemba born in 1991, Nompumelelo born in 1992. These are some of the names which brought hope to our parents with a slight of doubt within them as they did not know what the future hold for them. 

Todays' Youth

The XYZ generation

Young, Wild and Free, is the motto we all roll with lately. We are living our lives for today, making all reckless decision without a consideration for tomorrow. We are so blinded by the Hollywood glamour, the Americanised society that we all feel so accustomed to. When one is different from the rest, they are automatically outcast as they represent the older generation with no cool acronyms to define their existence. We are the XYZ generation, the generation, which feel that the world owes them, that they are the perfect gift to humanity.

I Am Freedom

How do you define yourself within the context of being free?  20 years of democracy.

I Am Freedom

T-Angelz Creations

By: T. Sibiya 

My Prince Charming

How Does one know when they have found their prince charming.

Every girl dreams of the day they find their prince charming, the day they will be whooped off their feet, and suspended in mid-air with the one they love. As our eyes meet jitters of knowing you have found the one. Glowing in smiles as every second pass through the stares, assurance that he is the one. That defining moment of butterflies in the stomach when a simple touch takes us to a thousand miles, a fairytale love. That kiss which awakens sleeping beauty, that dance which captures the prince, saved from a tower of misfortunes and the cruel queen which is the world. That defining moment when we know he is the one, through the touch, electrical exhilaration exchanged through every fingertip. That defining moment where our voices become one, speaking the same language, having the same dream, that moment that penetrates through your heart at every breathe. That defining moment.

The Love of a Mother

The Essence of a Woman

She is the essence of love

She is the core of zealous love

She is the core of hardship

She can endure every pain

A woman, that’s what she is.

The one Who got Away

The one who got away

In life we go around kissing so many frogs in hope to find our prince charming. 

There is always that one boyfriend or girlfriend that we think we messed up our chances with them. Every time when I think of this person my heart skips a beat, and tend to get the ‘first date jitters once again. What’s more tormenting to this experience, is having that particular person living in the same area as me. Every time we bump into each the spark arises, but that’s all there is to it. I’ve learnt to live with my pain as the one who got away is now a billion miles away from me, let history rest.

A Compassionate Heart.

A Compassionate Heart.

One evening walking down the street, no worries, just my normal self; happy, joyful, on cloud nine. I have heard the best news of my life. I’m on my way to celebrate my successes with my friends; possibly the best career venture, a successful business, and man of your dreams, everything that I have longed for. The celebration goes well, back home, and safe in my bedroom it is a peaceful evening. In the morning, I embark on my new journey, living the life I have always envisioned.

Invite me in

Invite me in, and allow me to dwell in your heart.

Hear the knock at your door. Invite me into your home.

Open up your heart and allow me to come in, to dwell in you.

Open up your arms and welcome the showers of warmth and kindness.

Open up your hands and receive the gifts, which I have brought for you.

Open up yourself and allow me to lead you.

Invite me in and I’ll dine with you.

In the World of Sanity

Insanity is the game

In the world of sanity, where one’s thoughts and habits collides with the social norms.

Where individuality is seen as loneliness

Where difference is seen as insanity.

In a world of sanity, where everything is of likeness, yet everybody preaches the word of uniqueness.

In the world of sanity where members of society clone one another to create a trend of standing out.

Where conformity is seen as the appropriate social behavior.

Where walking, talking and dressing the same is still considered as being unique.

Where the importance of falling under same social group is applaud and given credit for social conformity and blending in.

Being in the hype, the now, the recent; social pleasure brings joy to the group of the “so-called” uniqueness.

Bringing personality into the plate and aint coping nobody’s trend, style but creating your own personal style.

The Beauty that lies before my eyes

All that Beauty seen through all the Haze

The beauty that lies before my eyes can be seen through the excruciating pain of life.

The beauty that lies before my eyes can be seen through the tears, which glitter at every thought of what is happening