Dear Black man

#DearBlackMan

I see you every day. I see how you protect pregnant women in taxis. How you step up to correct and guide your neighbour's son like he's your own.

Black man you are far from being a lost cause. Let this be your year I'm tired of hearing just the bad stuff. I'm exhausted by how you have to justify yourself because of the others who have forgotten who they are. The others who are dying to believe in their own light too. The others whose humanity is desperate to be restored because they couldn't survive their harsh realities.

Dear Black man - this is your year.

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..... 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PNGLZjjAcyI

A Journey of Justice Through Love...: I’m so glad you asked…

A Journey of Justice Through Love...: I’m so glad you asked…: Sometimes we just don’t understand... Sometimes, we just don’t understand why certain things happen or why other things don’t… Sometime...

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.

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... 

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.

“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.