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!
Life is the sum of conversations. When there are no more conversations - we die.
Thursday, June 27, 2013
The Resurrection of Poetry - Finding the Pot of Gold
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!
Wednesday, June 26, 2013
The Resurrection of Poetry
Finally Finding The End of The Rainbow
Tuesday, June 25, 2013
Letters to Juliet
Thursday, June 20, 2013
Quote about the future of South Africa
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
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!
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