Friday, November 22, 2013

WOW Poetry Launch @ Warwick Estate

In case you had no idea what to do with yourself next week Sunday 1, December! It has been divinely decided for you that you shall be at my exciting poetry event taking place at the most spectacular venue. Warwick Wine Estate in Stellenbosch is where you must be on this day! It is going to be so much fun.

Following a rather exciting and successful www.thundafund.com/sikidlanga campaign I will be launching my WoW book (Word of Worth) at this most splendid wine estate.
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BE INSPIRED...................................................


SURPRISE ........
yourself....................................................

What I sound like..... 




Monday, November 18, 2013

Wednesday, November 6, 2013

Our fears define us

Our favourite qualities about God become the most prominent qualities in us. We become what we behold. What scares us the most defines our limitations. The things we fear define us because fear is such an intense emotion we allow it too much access over our lives. Love is as intense, our loves define us. We are what we fear and what we love the most.

Tuesday, October 29, 2013

JESUS My Everything

Jesus, my perfect world.
Jesus, my life made perfect.
Jesus, my every perfect thing.
Jesus, when I look at You my very broken and imperfect world is made perfectly whole.
Jesus when I look at You it is so hard not believe. Faith is. I don't have to create it or stir it up.
Jesus, Life, Resurrection, Light, Way, Truth, Great Shepherd, humble Lamb, Invincible Lion.

Jesus - my whole world, my whole life, my everything, my happiness, my victory, my healing, my forgiveness, my greatest gift, my resurrection, my absolute everything magnificent. You're so brilliant You make me look good by just walking next to You.
Jesus - my addiction, my obsession, my passion, my devoted friend, my brother, my Lord, My King, My Eternal Lover, My Messiah... 

Monday, October 28, 2013

The Joy of Weakness

The joy of being content in weakness is for those who know the secret powers of His sufficient grace. The joy of suffering is for those who live in the one who calls Himself Resurrection. Thus we rejoice always in weakness or in suffering. We rejoice always in Christ Jesus.

Tuesday, October 1, 2013

“I Am From” - Siki Dlanga

Adapted by Levi Romero; Inspired by “Where I’m From” by George Ella Lyon (as designed by ShelovesMagazine http://shelovesmagazine.com/2013/synchroblog-i-am-from/)


I am from my first broken tea cup
from the taste of sorghum and maize meal
I am from the home of boxing. We knocked the hell out of apartheid. 
I am from aloes and lilies and butterflies
The sweet-peach-tree from my childhood whose long gone limbs
 I remember as if they were my own.
I’m from the Madiba clan who existed long before Mandela did
from women with strong opinions and men who fight for justice
I’m from great storytellers and the best comedians
and from unpredictable lips and unexpected actions
I am from expected surprises
I’m from the confusion of having to answer for my mistakes and having to be obedient

I am from faith 

I am from daily prayers sung into the night
Caught by God and returned as sunshine in the morning
I’m from dedication to God 
I am from introduction to ancestors at birth 
I’m from Mount Ayliff and apartheid homelands
Pumpkins and roasted mealies
From MaRhadebe setting me on a straight and narrow from birth
Reprimanding me yet never confused about her love for me or her love for anyone for that matter
I am from style and creativity
I am from my mother’s iconic images that capture her beauty so perfectly that it can no longer capture my beauty
I am from stories
I am from stories, our greatest treasures. I am from stories.
I am from people who are books that speak. 
I am from stories. I am from unending dreams and endless hopes.

Monday, September 30, 2013

No fear in love

I love this verse....

The Amplified Bible breaks down this love-verse most beautifully.

Fear has to do with punishment.

That means that there is no punishment in love. There is nothing to dread. There is no reason to fear we will step out of line. There is complete freedom and safety in this love. This is the love found through the knowledge of Jesus!

Sunday, September 22, 2013

Remember to Laugh - remember Joy

(painting by me also - called the warrior's smile)

Laughter - is joy set on fire.

Sometimes you just have to let it burn. We must let all the negativity that tries to influence us burn away. We just sometimes need all the responsibilities that weigh us down burn away and be children sitting on Abba's lap where we can just play with Him.

Laughter is joy set alight. Sometimes we just have to forget it all and remember only one thing, the One we adore, the One whose face we love. He has the whole world in His hands, nothing is going to happen that God cannot manage. Laughter cleanses.

Saturday, September 14, 2013

Day of Atonement -The scapegoat

Today I woke up so full of joy.
I woke feeling so much lighter in a while not that I have been feeling particularly burdened. Yet there was a particular lightness and joy this morning.

Someone told me that today is the day of atonement. This day according to the Bible a priest would pray for the nation of Israel by placing all the sins of the people over a goat without defect. The word atonement means to "cover" or "covering". This means that people's sins are covered and forgiven. According to Leviticus 16 the goat that is a sin offering would be released outside of the city. It would be cast out. This is where the term scapegoat comes from.

I remember one day a few years ago, I said to the Lord: "Lord, I don't want to ask for forgiveness all the time. I don't want to make you my scapegoat." The Lord surprised me and interrupted my talk while the words had hardly left my mouth.
The Lord said to me: "But I AM your scapegoat."

I had not done any intense study of the old testament then. The old laws hardly made sense to me then. I also knew that my understanding of His grace was not fantastic at that time. One thing I immediately realised was...I didn't know the word "scapegoat" was a Biblical term. I knew what the Lord was telling me.

Our sins were placed upon Jesus Christ and He was used as a scapegoat for all our sins and was crucified outside of the city gates. Our sins have been atoned for. He is our scapegoat and we are free from our sins because the Son has set us free from all sin if we believe.

What joy I felt. What joy I feel now. This must be the reason I woke up full of joy. When your sins are no more all the weight if it is gone and the joy of living is revealed. The fountain of life causes life to flow out of our bellies.

"Behold the Lamb of God who takes away the sin of the world."

Thank you Lord!

Tuesday, August 27, 2013

I Am A Black Woman

I
am a black woman
tall as a cypress
strong
beyond all definition still
defying place
and time
and circumstance
assailed
impervious
indestructible
Look
on me and be
renewed

I Am A Black Woman by Mari Evans

I love this poem so much.
I love it for the time within which it was written. The last three lines are the best.

Friday, August 23, 2013

Invictus by William Ernest Henley (1849–1903)

OUT of the night that covers me,
  Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
  For my unconquerable soul.
  
In the fell clutch of circumstance        
  I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
  My head is bloody, but unbowed.
  
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
  Looms but the Horror of the shade,  
And yet the menace of the years
  Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
  
It matters not how strait the gate,
  How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
  I am the captain of my soul.


William Henley was born on this day 23, August, the same day I was born.

Wednesday, August 21, 2013

The Vision and Women in the context of South Africa

My article in the women's month edition 2013 of The Thinker journal. Not as brilliant as the one I wrote last year but it's okay.

Monday, August 19, 2013

Heaven is here

Heaven is here 
It is not leaving this time around
Something's gotta give 
And heaven is not letting go
Feel the cloud fall on you like a blanket
don't worry if you stagger
Great priests of old have fallen
Not from sin but under glory
Unable to perform their duties
Those who have disbelieved
Words 
given to them by angels
Have been dumbstruck for nine months
What are you going to do
When an angel comes knocking 
When he starts telling you things you have never heard
What are you going to do
Heaven is here
This time it will not lift
It wants in
Something must come out
What does heaven look like anyway
Don't worry 
It won't wait for you to wonder this time around
I don't want to be dumbstruck like Zacharias 
I just want to be like Mary 
I just want to believe
However great heaven looks like
Heaven is here and it ain't liftin this time

Heaven is here by Siki Dlanga 

Saturday, August 10, 2013

Yes I am a Poet. I am an Illustrator.

Yes I am a Poet
I am an Illustrator
I write on the grains of the earth
On the coast of the tip of Africa
I write so that words of life will be blown by the wind of the ocean
Transported to the body of the continent
I write so that the wind would whisper the identity of the child in Congo to know that she, he has worth unmeasurable
I write so that the wind will sing to the refugee looking for the hope of peace
That hope and peace is possible in a hopeless land
I draw in the sky
So that the wind will lift it up to the clouds
Let the clouds interpret it over every nation to see
More
To wonder
To question
To hope
To find
To not stop until their neighbours too have their inheritance
I write at the tip of Africa
Where Mandela learnt wisdom
I let the wind blow the words
To every nation of the earth
I let the ocean carry it wherever it wishes
Washes it off like a shell
So that the old man in China
Will also pick up his pen
And tell us things
We have never before
Heard

Poem & Illustration By Siki Dlanga
Last day of the campaign
www.thundafund.com/sikidlanga

Wednesday, August 7, 2013

Prisoner of Hope

'Prisoner of Hope' is one of the poems in my book 'Word of Worth'

One reader of 'Word of Worth' wrote on facebook today:

"I'm reading 'Word of Worth' right about now... What a captivating and addictive book Big up's Siki Dlanga"

This was so great to read as I have four days left before my www.thundafund.com/sikidlanga campaign is over. It was just the encouragement I needed to keep going with my campaign. Just to know that it is truly going to bless someone and that it is blessing someone right now. I am thankful for that response though from time to time people have expressed those very same words from time to time.

3 more days support www.thundafund.com/sikidlanga

Almost An Open Letter to Satan

Dear Mr Satan,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       I really don't need to put up an application form for you to leave me alone. Jesus showed up Himself triumphant and took the keys of hades and death from your hand, as you shivered and quacked begging for your life...(oopse death). Ndiyeke qha, in English, 'leave me alone'. Read the sign on my forehead it's not 666 it's a Holy Spirit seal. Me and you have nothing to talk to one another about. In fact, you can't even glance my direction, not because of any powers of my own of course but out of sheer respect for what the power of Christ may just do to you.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Don't force me to write an open letter to you and make this matter any more public than it already is.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Remember Who is Lord because I do.                                                                                                                                                                                                      Signed                                                                                                                         
with the blood of Jesus, the Lamb of God who takes away the sin of the world.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 

Thursday, August 1, 2013

THESE THREE REMAIN

When all is done, all is accomplished, all is pursued, there is a reason why it is written that these are the THREE that matter. There is a reason why these are the things that remain forever. 

"Three things will last forever--faith, hope, and love--and the greatest of these is love." - 1 Corinthians 13:13

Our faith is more precious than gold, it gets tested, so we better esteem faith more than gold. Would it not be great to be known as a faith digger than a gold digger? Seeing that faith is more valuable than gold? Just a thought.

Faith - Jesus is the author and finisher/perfector of our faith.
Hope - hope gets tested in perseverance. God calls Himself the God of Hope. That tells you something about Hope. Hope is pretty big!
Love - we know that love matters because without love whatever we accomplish is burnt in the fire if it is without love, it is simply not beautiful, not acceptable, not worthy.

Thoughts on HOPE:

Romans 5 tells us that Hope is a matter of CHARACTER. I never realised that. Hope is serious. If you think about it, it takes a whole lot of character to keep your hope up! Giving up and letting go of your hope is an easier option. You quickly releave yourself from possible disappointments. Hope requires persisting in the hope, hope against hope as described by Romans 4.

 "Against all hope, Abraham in hope believed..." - Romans 4:18

Romans 5 lists the order like this. 
# 1 SUFFER
# 2 PERSEVERE
# 3 CHARACTER
# 4 HOPE

Thus number 4 is achieved as a result of being able to go through the others. That said, one needs hope when they are suffering, in order to overcome suffering. But I am wrong, it is joy that takes you through suffering. James 1 says "Count it all joy when you go through various trials, knowing the testing of your faith produces patience."

Hebrews 12 says "For the joy set before Him, He endured the cross."

These three remain, Faith, Hope, Love.
I wondered why faith came before hope. Faith enables you to keep your hopes up, when you have hope it means that your faith is going through the fire and it is being tested and refined and you are gaining character to keep going and keep hoping.

So let us keep our hopes UP! God enables us!

"Say"

A window into my book Word of Worth.

There are 9 Days left of the campaign from tomorrow. What a journey it's been! I have never experienced anything like it. You can still support me on this land mark moment
www.thundafund.com/sikidlanga

Monday, July 22, 2013

A poet's dream - A prince's birth?


My poetry campaign
Fell on the days
Where the world’s most powerful cameras
Were held outside hospital gates
Held with the precision of a gunman
Waiting for his target
Waiting to shoot
The last blink of a legend
Before the earth takes him from us
Microphones artistically extended like Mpondo sticks at Marikana
Hungry for any word from his daughters
Who called it violence?
Only the cameraman knew that his target
Was as intense as the soldiers at war
Only this time it was not ‘shoot to kill’
It was to shoot for the love of a man held so dear
To capture a moment that belongs not only to this generation
A moment too great to slip quietly
This was a gift for generations
Just as the man has been a gift to a generation

My poetry campaign
Falls on the days where scribes, story-tellers
In two continents
Sat waiting outside hospital gates
One for the end of a great story
Another for the birth of a prince
Whose former fathers
once stripped off the royalty of the father
of the grey-haired-great-man lying in hospital
Invincible
The master of his own destiny
The little prince is born
Angelic in nature as all babies
With an inheritance like no other baby
With a heritage that looks like yin and yang
I sit
In South Africa
In a town called East London
Writing in the language the little prince will one day speak
And wonder if the prince will one day read these words
When I am fifty or sixty
What would I want the prince to know?
That on Mandela’s 95th birthday my poetry reached its first five thousand milestone?
That five days later the prince was born and I received a healthy sum for my poetry from England?
That South African born Jeanette Kruger was that famous donor?
That our money was called the Kruger Rand?
What would I want the prince to know?
With the millions of messages he has received
With the zillions of information that will one day be his to sort through
Will he find the poem that will always be as old as he is?

© siki dlanga
22 July 2013

One day when you’re looking wondering when the prince of England was born remember it was on this date. 
Give my campaign some royal treatment. I only have 19 days left to make it count! www.thundafund.com/sikidlanga


It's not just a poetry book... it's royal beyond design. African and universal. www.thundafund.com/sikidlanga

Monday, July 15, 2013

27

Numerically
27 is the number after 26 and before 28
26 is a gang name
28 is my little brother’s birth date
Day 27 of the 4th month is our Freedom Day
My country is in the tip of Africa
It is a cup and the rest of Africa is the overflow
This is why it is that when I beat the drum at the tip of Africa
The child in central Africa dances but does not know why
The 27th day of the fourth month
Is the day South Africa understood it was a rainbow
Day 27 is the day Africa believed in dreams again
27 is the telephone code of the republic
27 years of freedom fighting behind bars made Mandela famous
27 in Mathematics is a perfect cube
There are 27 books in the New Testament
Feng Shui tells me to keep 27 identical coins to raise money for my poetry venture
My poetry campaign began with the sky painted with rainbows all day
When I reach my goal
The child in central Africa will most likely drop his gun
And dance
A small victory for the pen at the tip of Africa may inspire an exchange of guns for pens
27 is an important number
Anything is possible
Ask Mandela
Ask the first voters in the rainbow nation
There are 27 days to victory
27 days before twenty thousand rands


27 by Siki Dlanga
www.thundafund.com/sikidlanga

'burning pen' illustration by siki dlanga

Saturday, July 13, 2013

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

GOD'S LOVE FOR US


"I love you because I love you. Now, can you deal with that?" God, shouting from His heart to ours if we will hear it even as a faint whisper. Believe it anyway.



Monday, July 1, 2013

MANDELA JULY

So here we are and it is 1 July 2013!

Thank God we are alive to see it! And thank God Mandela is alive! This is officially Mandela's 95th July ever. That is just so cool. Most of us have lots of Julys to live to get to that number God-willing.

I always find that July can be a game changer. It is that time of the year where you have stepped into the second half of the year so that if you got the other half of the year wrong, this is the half to make up for it. It is also the half that makes you think seriously about the following year! I am praying that this half of the year will introduce all the things necessary for my next steps next year.

The poetry journey continues. I do not see why a brilliant poet is not earning as much as Torres. At some point in history, sport was just a game. He or she was not necessarily rich because they were good.

It is time for the poet. It has to be. This July can change things. Here is one way to make poetry count www.thundafund.com/sikidlanga

Let the games begin. This is a game changer.

Thursday, June 27, 2013

The Resurrection of Poetry - Finding the Pot of Gold

Well, yesterday a friend and I literally drove through the end of the rainbow. The colours vanished in our car or sprang out from it! In another continent, in Asia, a friend of mine tells me that she put up a slide of my poetry without knowing about my rainbow day, she used rainbows for my poetry.

This can only mean good things for my poetry campaign with www.thundafund.com/sikidlanga 

My campaign has begun TODAY! I have 45 days to go to make at least R 20, 000.00 towards my poetry book printing. 

Only to find out someone else already beat them to it! And so the poetry story GOES.... I have two fears! I am afraid that someone will give me a million bucks and the campaign will be over in a matter of days. Or that it won't reach as wide an audience as I would like it to. Well, while I was busy writing this blog  I received a supporter that threatened to be a poetry resurrector! 
POETRY RESURRECTION IS ON!!!!

Wednesday, June 26, 2013

The Resurrection of Poetry

I have received many wonderful responses however nothing could warm my heart more than inspiring a high school girl. And they said the younger generation was not interested in things like poetry. 

This was taken in an English classroom in KwaZulu-Natal in South Africa. 

Yes, it is the Resurrection of Poetry in our lifetime!

Finally Finding The End of The Rainbow

Today my day was literally covered with rainbows from beginning to end. Double rainbows and rainbows so low it felt like I could touch them. There were the brightest rainbows and we even drove not through one, but we literally drove through the end of a rainbow! Never in my entire life have I seen so many rainbows in one day! It must have been easily 5 to 7 in total or more if I cared to count. I just saw rainbows all day! Finding the end of the rainbow, I take this is a very good omen for what is about to happen tomorrow! Watch this space.

Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Letters to Juliet

"I'm sorry, I didn't know that love had an expiry date." - Sophie responding to Claire's letters.

Letters to Juliet is a fantastic romantic comedy and this maybe one of the best love quotes ever.

Thursday, June 20, 2013

Quote about the future of South Africa

"The future of South Africa isn't going to be white, it isn't going to be black. It is going to be African." - Chief Albert Luthuli
The man was a prophet.

Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Excuse me Ma'm

The bird dances over the soothing blue and rolling white. The waiter asks whether I have been assisted.

The sun kisses the sea. Mist flutters over the distant waves, just a little above, as though for some beautiful purpose as it brushes the sandy green cliff. I look at her: "Of course I have been assisted."

The first shall be last

The first shall be last and the last shall be first, said the First and the Last , the Beginning and the End, the Author and Finisher (Perfector) of our faith. So don't worry about those who are first or richly endowed with other kinds of worldly wealth, you do your thing, finish YOUR race, sukuqalaza, don't look around. You are your competition. Don't you dare compare or you will miss the entire POINT of your life and you will live a lie. Ndiyekeni ndihambe imini iqalile magwala ndini ( allow me a bit of Xhosa poetic license)

Tuesday, June 11, 2013

The Voice


Let it cry aloud 
Let it be heard
Let it sing


Release the voice
Release the sound of freedom
Let it ring in the streets
Let it be heard
Cry aloud
Call wisdom
Recall joy
Release the Voice
Let it rule us once more
Rule us with freedom
With Joy 
With singing


It is time for the true voice 
The Voice of voices
Speaking among a clutter 

of billions of vices pretending 

to be voices speaking at once
Voice of the sound of many waters be found 
Confound the learned with Your wisdom and grace


Peace of Nature

I took this image at a moment where I was actually a little anxious because things did not turn out as I had expected. It then felt as though I wasted my time. I saw these peaceful creatures watching this mucky water. Even the mucky water and the birds somehow captured my imagination as beautiful and peaceful. This image gives me that peaceful feeling every time I look at it.

Thursday, June 6, 2013

Beautiful Friendships

What is any girl without beautiful friendships.

What is life without solid relationships? It is no life at all. My blog is about life as a sum of conversations. I maintain the theory that without conversations life is not life. In order for life to be meaningful it is necessary to have relationships that have been following your conversation as much as you have been following theirs. If such consistency does not exist that one's life is much like a conversion through a broken telephone. Conversations are lost and the true meaning of the original conversations is distorted and lost. Distortion is dangerous because everyone wants to be heard and acknowledged or else they do not feel a part of life.

This image represents a very significant conversation. It is a sum of something much larger than one conversation. It cannot be contained and so it continues into the future as it connects the past.

Monday, June 3, 2013

Malika Ndhlovu the Great Poetess


Today, my favourite poet in South Africa emailed me! In fact in the world. Yes Malika Ndlovu emailed Siki Dlanga. It's a whole other story though whether I qualify or not for what she emailed about. I still feel like a winner by virtue of having received an email from her. I feel unbelievably memorable right now because she has no real reason to remember me since she is such a busy and famous poet. When she performs her poetry, she transports you into the most beautiful dream I swear it. You never know whether you're awake or in a beautiful dream all you know is that whatever it is, it must never end. When she is done your hands are too weak to clap and your voice too awestruck to speak. She is that great.

Yes Malika Ndhlovu spoke to me today. She did!

Friday, May 24, 2013

Faith Prayers


Lord let my faith be equivalent to my words. When all is well let my faith be greater than the number of my words.

Amen.

Sunday, April 28, 2013

South Africa Freedom Day Thoughts

Here is a freedom day fact: White people don't have to fear about having less in order for blacks to have more. There is enough for everybody in this country if you take the fear factors out of it. So everybody is free to prosper and everyone is free to share in their prosperity. if you horde your wealth out of fear and not share with the poor you will probably lose it anyway. We are free and we have enough for all of us! No more fear that only perpetuates  injustice in this country in one way or another. Free from pointing fingers and free from "you owe me".

We are free from all that stuff that enslave us to old mindsets that keep us from our true inheritance as a free nation. May we be a nation that is famous for giving extravagantly and sharing with one another without fear or judgment.

We are not made rich by how much more possessions we can have but by how much more of each other we can have.

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Hope Burns South Africa -Toyi-toi

Hope bubbles beneath the earth of this country like molten lava. The feet of hope-seekers burn. They find themselves dancing, demanding and burning things in the streets. They have miss-understood, misinterpreted what it's all about and so with misdirected chants and mistaken dances they burn what they are meant to rebuild. Someone tell them the truth that the burning lava beneath their feet is there to reveal to them hidden treasures.  Things to build with.
Hope burns beneath the soil of this country to overturn the old dead soil, to spit out new gold and fatten the ground you dance on. Hope burns.

Sunday, April 14, 2013

Feasting with the Father

Today's sermon caused me to "see" what sitting around the dinner table with Father God must be like. The table is laden with designer cutlery, the greatest serves the best fish you have ever tasted, maybe lamb too? The atmosphere is freedom and the stories Daddy God tells have me hanging on every Word. The Word is alive and it is a Word Feast. It is so tasty the more you eat, the hungrier you get for more.
I'm sitting there absolutely delighted out of my mind in bliss. I am laughing with tears in my eyes and Daddy God just does it again because He just loves it when we delight in Him and so the feast never ends...
The more we enjoy the Father in the feast, the more people are drawn to come and feast with Him, with us and the food multiplies with every bite and each time you share your favourite food.

Saturday, April 6, 2013

On People and Prayers

Sometimes you have to go really far in order to hear prayers so near to you that they bring a tear. Sometimes you have to go real far to find those most near.

Friday, February 1, 2013

Without Words

Without words
The world is formless
               Void
Without light
             or splendour
No creation
          No singing birds
No mountains
      No oceans no skies
No life no colour
No lions no galaxies
       No thoughts
No universe
Yes it is true
The power lies
        at the edge of my tongue
Where life and death reside
Even the direction and path of life
With such power is much        responsibility
Thus for every careless word
We shall be judged
                 Since our hearts must unite with God
Our mouths with our heart
So that no lie is found
No deception lurks over our minds
Only the Truth
Only pure hearts can see God
- Siki

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Paradise Waiting To Be Uncovered




Rustic 
Ancient 
Older than Mandela 
Nothing is changed
Gates are rusty
There is electricity and water 
So it isn't so bad they say
Look how much we have achieved
Together we can do more the ANC says
One hundred years of existence the party boasts
A party it was for the ANC for a

whole year 
Celebrating dead heroes
Their philosophy begging for resurrection
A monument is enough the party says
For now they drink and dine in fine wines
This community can tell you in person what happened in Marikana 
No raise followed 
Just death and life as normal
Continues as it had since Colonialism
Yet paradise waits here
Paradise waits to be seen and unveiled beneath the unfulfilled promises 
Paradise waits behind the cloud of lack of vision
Even children are ready for more








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I write a lot. When it's necessary I draw. 
I have been called a Poet, a Writer, an Illustrator, a Banner of Freedom, a Word Magician, etc.
I am a Lover of Truth embodied in beauty.