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This is the series of essays written by learners who were adressing different topics. The profile will also be included at the end of the essay.
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<b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">NAME: RAUDINAH BALELE<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">THEME: EDUCATION (LITERACY)<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">EDUCATIONAL FACT NO 4<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">SCHOOL: EQINISWENI<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Byington; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">TOPIC 2: Many people of our
struggle heroes viewed the ability to read write as window to self development
but also a stepping platform seeking an advancement of opportunities to fight
the apartheid government through literacy education. How can technology be used
for the youth of today to mobilise and encourage them read and write and a
basic tool that can/should be used for the development of themselves and their
communities.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> </span></o:p></span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal;">Technology is a tool that plays a
very important role in improving people’s lives. Technology as defined in Britannica
Encyclopaedia is the application of scientific knowledge to the practical tasks
with the aim of improving human life. Using technology in education for the
purpose of improving life could be a positive step. I sometimes wonder how Sol
Plaatje and Steve Biko would use technology to promote social cohesion if
they were still alive today! </span><span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; mso-ansi-language: EN;"><o:p></o:p></span></h2>
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<b><i><span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Solomon Tshekisho Plaatje</span></i></b><i><span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN;"> was born on the 9<sup>th</sup> of October 1876 and died 19 June 1932. He
was a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/South_Africa" title="South Africa"><span style="color: black; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">South African</span></a>
intellectual, journalist, linguist, politician, translator, and writer.</span></i><i><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"> A</span></i><i><span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN;">s an activist and politician he spent much of his life in the struggle
for the enfranchisement and liberation of African people. He was a founder
member and first General Secretary of the South African Native National
Congress (SANNC), which would later become the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/African_National_Congress" title="African National Congress"><span style="color: black; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">African National Congress</span></a> (ANC). As a
member of an SANNC deputation he would travel to England to protest the 1913
Native Land Act, and later to <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Canada" title="Canada"><span style="color: black; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">Canada</span></a> and the United States where he met <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marcus_Garvey" title="Marcus Garvey"><span style="color: black; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">Marcus Garvey</span></a>
and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/W._E._B._Du_Bois" title="W. E. B. Du Bois"><span style="color: black; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">W. E. B. Du Bois</span></a>. While he grew up speaking
the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tswana_language" title="Tswana language"><span style="color: black; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">Tswana language</span></a>, Plaatje would become a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Multilingualism" title="Multilingualism"><span style="color: black; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">polyglot</span></a>.
Fluent in at least seven languages, he worked as a court interpreter during
the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Siege_of_Mafeking" title="Siege of Mafeking"><span style="color: black; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">Siege of Mafikeng</span></a>, and translated works of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_Shakespeare" title="William Shakespeare"><span style="color: black; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">William Shakespeare</span></a> into Tswana. His talent
for language would lead to a career in journalism and writing. He was editor
and part-owner of Koranta ea Becoana (Bechuana Gazette) in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mafikeng" title="Mafikeng"><span style="color: black; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">Mafikeng</span></a>,
and in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kimberley,_South_Africa" title="Kimberley, South Africa"><span style="color: black; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">Kimberley</span></a> Tsala ea Becoana (Bechuana Friend)
and Tsala ea Batho (The Friend of the People). Plaatje was the first black
South African to write a novel in English - Mhudi. Plaatje wrote the novel in
1919, but it was only published in 1930. In 1928 the Zulu writer R.R.R.
Dhlomo published an English-language novel, entitled 'An African Tragedy', at
the missionary Lovedale Press, in Alice. This makes Dhlomo's novel the first
published black South African novel in English, even though Plaatje's 'Mhudi'
had been written first. He also wrote Native Life in South Africa, which Neil
Parsons describes as "one of the most remarkable books on Africa by one
of the continent's most remarkable writers"; and Boer War Diary that was
first published 40 years after his death. His life was therefore based on
promoting social cohesion.</span></i><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">
</span><cite><i><u style="text-underline: thick;"><span style="color: #1f497d; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><a href="http://www.sahistory.org.za/people/Solomon"><u style="text-underline: thick;"><span style="color: #1f497d;">www.sahistory.org.za/people/Solomon</span></u></a>
Plaatje</span></u></i></cite><span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><i><span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Stephen Biko</span></i></b><i><span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN;"> (18
December 1946 – 12 September 1977) was an anti-<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/South_Africa_under_apartheid" title="South Africa under apartheid"><span style="color: black; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">apartheid</span></a> activist in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/South_Africa" title="South Africa"><span style="color: black; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">South Africa</span></a>
in the 1960s and 1970s. A student leader who<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>later founded the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_Consciousness_Movement" title="Black Consciousness Movement"><span style="color: black; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">Black Consciousness Movement</span></a> which would
empower and mobilize much of the urban black population. Since his death in
police custody, he has been called a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Martyr" title="Martyr"><span style="color: black; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">martyr</span></a> of the
anti-apartheid movement. While living, his writings and activism attempted to
empower black people, and he was famous for his slogan “black is beautiful”,
which he described as meaning: “man, you are okay as you are, begin to look
upon yourself as a human being”. Most youth were inspired by his ideologies in
the 1976 uprisings. Like Kalushi Mahlangu he is one of the celebrated martyrs.
His was to promote better life for his people, especially the black nation.<u style="text-underline: thick;"> <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></u></span></i><cite><i><u style="text-underline: thick;"><span style="color: #1f497d; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><a href="http://www.sahistory.org.za/people/steve"><u style="text-underline: thick;"><span style="color: #1f497d;">www.sahistory.org.za/people/steve</span></u></a>
biko </span></u></i></cite><i><u style="text-underline: thick;"><span lang="EN" style="color: #1f497d; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN;"><o:p></o:p></span></u></i></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Leaders of the past have inspired us but the
improvement of education today remain in our hands as young people to come up
with strategies and tactics which will place education at a proper and rightful
place. The challenging process of education today is in a demanding need for
solutions on how technology might assist in the transformation or betterment of
education. Technology can play a vital role in improving education system in
South Africa. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN;">In the classroom it can mobilize and
encourage learners to read and write and moreover to allow them to be more
active with the opportunities brought about by communication and information
technology. Technology that comes with the newly invented gadgets such as cell
phones, computers, iPads etc can help in the self development of individuals
since young persons in our respective communities want to associate themselves
with these new technological gadgets. Poverty and illiteracy will decrease as a
result. The introduction of computers as a learning tool can better prepare
youth for their brighter future and increase achievements in many ways. It is
for this reason that I believe that computers can be a great facilitator in the
process for better and quality education e.g. as learners we download
complicated science experiments and watch educational programs on television
presented by specialists.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN;">My greater interest in researching this topic
made me realized that the information is interesting and make me view an
approach to education in a different perspective.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The study shows that with adequate teacher
preparations technology can greatly improve many aspects of the classroom and
learner performance. Technology promotes independence and team work in
addressing fundamental issues of education. In this way, great leaders of
tomorrow can be produced with a powerful knowledge to fight the apartheid
legacy of poverty, illiteracy and lack of skills that are relevant to the economic
development of our country. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Technology in education can further give
opportunities to both teachers and learners to learn from a broader perspective
and learn other skills which will enhance their social cohesion. This is evident
in the words of Malcolm X that, “Education is the passport to the future, for
tomorrow belongs to those who prepare for it today”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Technology can be a ‘force multiplier’ for
educators. An old approach that the teachers are the only source of help in the
classroom has come to an end, learners today can access educational websites,
online tutorials and that will further assist them. Education will not stop at
the end of the school day but it becomes an ongoing thing even in the public
transport such as taxis and trains one can browse on the small gadgets such as
phones. We have access to teachers on television after school and we download
resources on the internet. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Money is always an issue in education and
technology can assist greatly in that regard. Electronic forms are used instead
of papers; e-mail instead of memos; visual labs; electronic textbooks and
thousands of free online resources can save schools money and give learners
excellent educational experiences. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Before the ink in my pen runs dry I would
love to conclude by suggesting that the ability to read and write can be
encouraged by the introduction of technology in the classroom. More money and
thoughts should be invested in implementing technology into the education
system. In this way, advanced opportunities to fight the apartheid legacy left
for us will be revolutionarily transformed. The people who receive better and
quality education are the people who enjoy a better life. So if we want better
life for all as advocated by the African National Congress we must start
seriously integrating technology into the education system. That is the only way
we can start to promote social cohesion. Social cohesion starts with quality
education.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> </span></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Profile<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN;">I am Raudinah Balele, an 18 year-old female
grade 11 learners at Eqinisweni Secondary School. I live in Ivory Park
extension 2. I attended my primary school at P.S Tsosane. I live with my mother
and siblings; 16 years old boy and 14 years old girl.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am the member of Peers with Realistic
Objectives, an organization which promote positive poetry, drama and dances. I
was a perfect at primary and was awarded as “A Best Learner in all learning
Areas” in grade 7 (2008) and the best learner in business economics grade 10
(2011) and scooped three first term academic awards this year. I was nominated
by I-Source Youth Organization for home language (Xitsonga), English and
Business Studies in 2012. I am the cast member of the movie called “Heartless
Fools”. I play Khanyisa. I am a mentor of grade 9 learners for Mathematics,
given this position by Dr Fami from Wits University. I wish to pursue my
studies with Wits University after my matric. I want to be a very successful
Bank manager.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 24pt;"><span style="color: red;">Is cheating a new science or art of life?</span> </span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 24pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Writes Enock wa Shishenge</span></span></b></div>
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<i><span style="color: black; font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">*Disclaimer:- this article’s aim is not
to plant distrust, mistrust and disloyalty between partners, but to scrutinize
lifestyles of men and women in relationships. The content is bit heavier. You
consume it at your own risk.</span></i><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">How many people never cheated? If you
have never cheated stop reading this. Be warned: - never say never. Most of you
will be enlightened after reading this article because it will uncover the
untold truths as if I am talking about you and your partners. But “<i>a ti
relax tingwenya” - </i>it’s a reality of life. I am aware that these opinions
might be regarded as the paralysis of analysis by ‘those’ - but what I like is
that the light shall be shared. </span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">There is a new saying that goes like:
“Every woman has a potential of cheating but almost every man is a cheater”.
It’s easy for a man to be caught when he cheats than it is for a woman. The
reason is women are able to forgive – a woman can find you on top of another
woman and still forgives you. How simple is that? It happened in the past and it
still happens today. Women are creations of special type. If a man finds out
that his partner cheats it becomes the end of her or the relationship. That is
the spark of much domestic violence we hear and read about in our main stream
media. But if a man finds out he gets out of mind and becomes so mad. These are
pure facts. Men close all the doors of their ears once they find a woman in
such a situation.</span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Cheating means to behave dishonestly or
have sex with someone who is not your partner, husband or wife –how many times
have you behaved in such a way? To behave dishonestly may also mean not to tell
your partner certain things such as that you still keep contact with your ex
without their knowledge; kissing someone at a party; admiring his/her friend;
giving an opposite stranger your cell phone numbers etc. Today there are so
many new arts of cheating which have plundered so many relationships into the
deep abyss. The revolution of technology and social media in particular
exacerbated cheating in relationships. </span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">If there is a person who can attest to
the fact that every woman has potential to cheat is me with the experience I
have with ekasi lifestyle – and if there is another person who can further
attest that almost every man cheats is still me with the contact I have kept
with friends and foes ekasi. People cheat for different reasons: - they cheat
because they are not happy in their relationships – though there is no such a
thing as 100% happiness in relationships; some cheat for the love of money;
others cheat with people in positions of power; and some are just whores or
cassonovers. Are you able to identify the reason that might lead your partner
to cheat? If not <i>uzo limala!</i> </span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Social media such as WHAT’S UP,
FACEBOOK, MIXIT, etc. are, at times, the root cause of cheating. What feeling
do you have when your partner is always on WHAT’S UP? When you ask her/him -
what are you laughing at? Do you ever expect an honest answer? Never. So don’t
even bother to ask. We have heard people saying: ‘I am talking to Portia while
it’s John’. ‘I am talking to Jack while it’s Rose’.Once you inbox problems on
FACEBOOK or text them on WHAT’S UP or any other social media the scavengers
will always have a way to pretend empathetic, especially with women who seem to
be so vulnerable. I have seen so many women engaging in sexual cheating because
they needed a shoulder to cry on and it’s very rare not to find a man who is
not available to assist in that regard. </span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">I have seen and heard of so many people
cheating at work places as a result of power relations; I have seen worse
situations at the churches; I have seen and heard of wives cheating with
plumbers, builders, painters, gardeners whilst husbands were away; I have seen
and heard of husbands who cheat with maidens, colleagues, neighbours whilst
their wives were not there and I know of untrustworthy friends who smile with
you while they sleep with your wife or husband ekasi. Is this thing a natural
thing– to cheat? </span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">*Read her/his speeches; what s/he says
tells you a lot; what s/he does means a lot; read her/his lips – and ask simple
questions and listen to answers you will get the truths. No matter how a person
can cheat on you never think of taking her/his life - just move on with your
life. Killing your partner for cheating should be the thing of the past because
everyone is potential cheater. That’s life<i>. I vutominyana bya kona - hi ta
ku yini?</i></span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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magazahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10312696780966208687noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726751572781704895.post-25878745571639510872013-03-05T13:02:00.004-08:002013-03-14T02:54:52.742-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Indigenous Languages still not taken serious in this post liberation era...<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">It's very painful to learn that the indigenous languages are not taken serious irrespective of the provision in the constitution that they will be respected and developed. As I speak there are schools that do not have textbooks for learners, especially for indigenous languages in Gauteng. And remember according to CAPS all learners are supposed to have textbooks to facilitate teaching and learning. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Last year in the same province Xitsonga got 1 distinction in grade 12; Tshivenda 2 and Sepedi none in the whole province. This is so because of the lack of support for indigenous languages. Schools give preferences to Maths and Science on the expense of indigenous languages and subjects such as History. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">All these happen at the time when our dear minister of basic education is preparing to put expensive systems at schools to police teachers. But at the same time the sizes of the classes and the facilities at schools leave nothing to be desired. We still have schools where learners are 65 in class. I feel for poor teachers. But our honourable minister without proper research is directing the monies which would be directed for a good cause to something very unnecessary. Are we gonna get an education system right under comrade Angie? As long as we don't stop to politicise education we are not gonna get the education of an African child right. Let's wake up South Africans and do our numbers with timing and correctly so.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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magazahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10312696780966208687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726751572781704895.post-18797498188541859252013-01-01T22:31:00.003-08:002013-01-01T22:31:33.527-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<em>We start a year with a sad note as a result of so many deaths registered in South African roads. Some people who passed on were sole providers at home; some were very good at the work they were doing; some have just started registering successes; some have just bought their cars; some have just died because the taxis they were in were not in good condition; some died because someone was drunk; and others died because they were sick - but there is no death that can be appreciated. Below is the poem which goes out there to everyone as the tribute.</em><br />
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<strong>This Festive…</strong><em> [Tribute to all who lost their lives]</em><br /><br />This festive season<br />Another lamp has been blown off;<br />There is a candle that can no longer provide light;<br />The sun that has been extinguished;<br />The moon that got hidden by the darkest cloud;<br />The final whistle has been blown;<br />To mark the end of another journey;<br />There is a soul that has been laid to rest<br /><span class="text_exposed_show">This festive season<br />Better arrive alive <br />Speed kills zimphitshtji zam’<br />We still need you ekasi lam'</span></div>
magazahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10312696780966208687noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726751572781704895.post-48072971782628376122012-12-14T20:05:00.002-08:002012-12-14T20:05:40.659-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I great all the followers of this blog. Though I haven't posted anything since 2007 I realised that there are so many people who are viewing this blog. This blog has proven to be one of the most visted blogs in South Africa. I promise that this is the second coming - you will enjoy very interesting stories that surround my life, your life, our lives. I have banked so many seasoned stories, poems and wonderful pictures at the back of my 1 billion Gigabytes. Remember the online beauty show I spoke about when I first opened this blog some years back? In 2013 there will be a very engaging beautiful pictures which are going to be posted on this blog. If you know that you have what it takes or want to be published on this blog do not hesitate to send your views or pictures to <a href="mailto:enockds@gmail.com">enockds@gmail.com</a>.</div>
magazahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10312696780966208687noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726751572781704895.post-1472614549135595692007-09-07T08:56:00.000-07:002007-09-08T01:44:41.959-07:002 PAC DIED IN SEPTEMBER, LET'S REMEMBER HIM...<span style="color:#6666cc;"><strong>Writes: Enock Shishenge<br /></strong></span><div>One of the people who inspired me with their words in the early nineties is <span style="color:#ff6666;">2 Pac Amaru Shakur</span>. I listened to his music with passion and read his poems with love from the heart. I used to follow his controversial stories as a gangster. The month September always comes with a hell lot of stories that I always wish to tell. I was born on the <span style="color:#ff6666;">9th </span>of this month some decades ago. And on th<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjaOcpXEa5ACvDoQhYrLGi84xx6yEcrGstT1B-vDBbxnxWU1A-0mpcazlCDcl_pm0ws82wW5-Khnge-uXEVpsznNNaqKh4T85Nn_qGdA-JkciDE3WSqIyoIGy5QKm4ZXcMfziUyfA-rbk/s1600-h/wall3.jpeg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107493644775328114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 425px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px" height="240" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjaOcpXEa5ACvDoQhYrLGi84xx6yEcrGstT1B-vDBbxnxWU1A-0mpcazlCDcl_pm0ws82wW5-Khnge-uXEVpsznNNaqKh4T85Nn_qGdA-JkciDE3WSqIyoIGy5QKm4ZXcMfziUyfA-rbk/s320/wall3.jpeg" width="425" border="0" /></a>e <span style="color:#ff6666;">10th </span>one of my sisters was delivered into this world as well. But on the <span style="color:#ff6666;">11th of September</span> America’s World Trade Centre and the Pentagon were reduced into debris by what America refers as terrorists. This is the story that took the world by storm and kept debate flowing globally. On the <span style="color:#ff6666;">12th of September 1977</span> in South Africa Steven Biko lost his soul in the hands of the apartheid security who enjoyed seeing black people dying and suffering under the notorious laws of apartheid. On the <span style="color:#ff6666;">13th of September 1996,</span> Las Vegas, Nevada in the United States of America and the world was in the deep silence when a great man for hip-hop or should I call him the King of Rap Music- whatever it may be-but this is the day a man, whose words inspired me to take a pen and paper to write poetry, died. “Tupac Shakur died in what most believed to be ‘Rappers against Rappers….West Coast and East Coast Violence.” To be as the crow flies, today I want to dedicate few words to the man who helped me to love words though I was not a man of many words by then. I will remind people about his life story and some of the lyrics that shocked the world, his gangster lifestyle, his upbringing and life after death. I have tried to do research to give you a well balanced analysis and deliver a very good story line. But also remember that this month in South Africa is a heritage month...!<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;">HIS BIOGRAPHY</span></strong> </div><div><br />Tupac Amaru Shakur was born on the <span style="color:#ff6666;">16th of June 1971</span>, New York City in the USA. The <span style="color:#ff6666;">16th of</span> <span style="color:#ff6666;">June</span>, remember, is a Youth Day in South Africa. The parents of Tupac were said to be the members of the Black Panther. His mum, Afeni Shakur, was pregnant with HIM when she got arrested for the demonstrations in New York City. 2 Pac attended the Baltimore School of Arts as a teen, but later moved to Marin City, Carlifornia. While there he lived mostly on streets. By chance he got a breakthrough when he appeared briefly as part of the group called Digital Underground. Since then he never stopped he released his debut album 2Paclypse Now. The album I used to enjoy so much. He was attacked, for his explicit lyrics, by the state organs. I Get Around came out in 1993 and achieved a platinum standard. In the album there were some brilliant tracks such as <span style="color:#ff6666;">Strictly For My N.I.G.G.A.Z.</span> ‘<span style="color:#6666cc;">Last Words-‘</span> ‘<span style="color:#6666cc;">United we stand, divided we</span> <span style="color:#6666cc;">fall, they can shoot one nigga, but they can’t shoot us all”.</span> His acting also flourished. He appeared in the movies such as Juice, Poetic Justice, Above The Rim, Bullet; Gridlocke’d but was removed from Menance Society II for the jail sentence in 1994. He was short but survived in 1994 in New York Times Square. This shooting is the one that led to the West Coast/East Coast grudges because Tupac accused Notorious BIG and Sean ‘Pufff Daddy’ Combs of knowing something about the shooting in question. He was arrested for sexual assault charges and sentenced to four and half year in jail. While in jail his “<span style="color:#6666cc;">Me Against The World”</span> and “<span style="color:#6666cc;">All Eyes on me</span>” were released. They did very well and topped the charts in the US and other parts of the world including South Africa. <span style="color:#6666cc;">Surge Knight,</span> the president of <span style="color:#ff0000;">Death Row Records</span> arranged parole for Tupac and it was granted to him in eight months or so. On the <span style="color:#ff0000;">eight of September,</span> a day before I celebrated my birthday in the rural village of <span style="color:#cc0000;">Jimmy Jones</span> where I come from, he was shot after watching <span style="color:#6666cc;">Mike Tyson vs Bruce Seldom</span> and five days later his body and soul went separate ways. It was different from other big people who die mysteriously; there were a lot of explanations and <span style="color:#3366ff;">theories</span> why he died. One theory was that because he had slept with <span style="color:#cc0000;">Faith</span> <span style="color:#ff0000;">Evans</span> who was <span style="color:#cc0000;">Notorious BIG</span>’s wife. This led to more hatred between the west coast and the east coast. <strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">BIG</span></strong> was shot dead six month later and <span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong>Orlando Anderson</strong></span>, the main suspect of 2Pac’s death was shot dead also in May 1998. But <strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">Tupac </span></strong>like <span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong>Mantshwa Bemuda, the powerful musician from South Africa,</strong></span> released albums after death. When 2 Pac bite the dust was 25 years of age still young and with many dreams to achieve. Many people usually say “<span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>He lived and Died By The Gun”<br /><br /></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"><strong>THE VIEWS ON 2 PAC, A CONTROVERSIAL MAN!</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Q</strong></span>: Is 2 Pac dead or alive?<br /></span><strong>A</strong>: The question seeks a lot of thinking. But I think Tupac is dead though there are so many reports which can convince young stars that he is still kicking and making music and money.<br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Q</span>: Which reports do you think confuse young stars?</span><br /><strong>A</strong>: Such as the one that appeared on the Sowetan few years back. They reported on the five videos by Tupac and others that featured him. “The album released after Tupac contained, on the sleeve, the words: Exit Tupac, Enter Machiavelli., “American reporters allege Makaveli is the rap star’s spelling... belonging to a 16th century Italian philosopher, Machiavelli,” reported by the Sowetan. The investigation went on to say that “This great thinker is popular and is also known in history because he recommended that people fake their death in order to evade one’s enemies and gain power. It is…documented that 2Pac was tired of ….’gangster wars’ which dominated the USA….” So if you can check this view it seems to be credible though it is not. When young people come across these kinds of reports they get confused and think it is true without any proper understanding of the motives of these kinds of reports. I nearly got into the same kind of a trap as a teen but later realized that I had to dig deeper into the main purpose by doing a research which proved most of the theories wrong. So the youth should not be led astray or misled by reports of this kind. The reporters of this particular newspaper mentioned that Tupac left Mike Tyson’s fight in Las Vegas on 7th September 1996 whereas it was on the 8th September 1996. While trying to make their argument more convincing the report went on to say:”….The date was September 1996. Tupac apparently passed away in the nearby hospitals on the seventh day after the shooting, on September 13. One of the albums released after his death is called The 7 day theory. But the truth is 2 Pac died on the fifth day after he was shot. The reports further put more flesh on their skeletal argument. They said there was never a picture of Tupac in hospital. He did not have funeral. His body was reportedly cremated, just one day after his death. In songs he released before his death, he intimidated that he wished to be buried not cremated. There was no autopsy, although the state law in Nevada after a murder. Cynics suggest that for him to have been buried or to have had an autopsy there would have had to be a body, and there was none,” The Sowetan reported. If you further check this report said he was shot on the 7th whereas Tyson fought on the 8th and Tupac shot that same night. For a person who does not know or probe these kinds of reports will believe in the 7 day theory. In another view on the same report it is said that:''The first track to be released after the shooting, mysteriously called <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">I aint mad at Cha,</span></strong> is the 13th track on his album of that time. In the video, Tupac is shown being shot as he leaves a theatre-remarkably similar scene to that of Las Vegas incident in which he was reportedly killed. Later in the same video he’s shown as an angel in heaven.” All these make one to believe whole-heartedly that Tupac is still alive and kicking. They further went on to talk about the man who released Tupac’s music after death as Simon and Simon is referred as the first person to witness the resurrection of Jesus; Hail Mary, White Man’s World where his lyrics says; <span style="color:#ff6666;">''We aint gonna walk off this planet unless you</span> <span style="color:#ff6666;">chose to”.</span> The songs add more add more confusion in the young minds. There are many tracks which have relevance to his death but the most convincing of them all is <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Aint Hard To Find</span></strong> where his lines says: “<span style="color:#6666cc;">I heard rumours I died, mudered in cold blood, but that was fiction”</span>. And in Scarface’s video of the song Smile, Tupac is shown being crucified, remember that <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Jesus</span></strong> <strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">Christ</span></strong> resurrected that is what many people believe Tupac did. But his mother in one interview said categorically clear that her son is dead and you could feel it that she was feeling the loss by mere looking at her face, though she thanked him for having made millions for her. Some were saying the guy who works for a shop that sells baggy clothes in Carlton Centre is Tupac. This is the man I heard about in the late nineties and I once visited the shop he worked for in 1998, but to my disappointment he was not like Tupac if one knows 2 Pac. Be told, people can say anything and everything to convince people with the aim of proving their point or theory as correct. Tupac’s mum says she keeps in her house the ashes of his cremation which was reported to be coming to Soweto the past years. But at the end of the day is up to a person to believe whatever s/he wants to believe in. <span style="color:#666666;">Mara 2Pac u bodile!(</span> But 2 Pac died) You will never see him except in the videos which are manipulated by the American technologists who want to advance their money making schemes. <strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">Maeno</span></strong> will never be convinced that<span style="color:#ff0000;"> 2 Pac</span> is alive and kicking but, instead, he is dead and cremated. If you have an argument about this issue advance it to the following e-mail address: <a href="mailto:enockds@gmail.com">enockds@gmail.com</a> I will publish your argument if it defies mine…if you are of my points you can still comment and your comment will be published as well. <span style="color:#6600cc;">Till Next Time!</span> </div>magazahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10312696780966208687noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726751572781704895.post-61986087228105239072007-07-05T05:04:00.000-07:002007-08-03T06:11:54.022-07:00POLICY CONFERENCE UNFAIR FOR TEACHERS<div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq1g-w3T2uoPW3v0OLyLyMtCN5DK5alokZ_i8J15hxF4_PvLt7RzWOUK5jCb9or1NugR9L3Y2yZQ9XGbVc0QBxVY4x_AHBRBUTEH-UnQVEAsCB5ipUBt-nZktfMyNC7c-raZ9bd2Ewyo8/s1600-h/SABC+5TH+WORLD+MEDIA+CONFERANCE+029.jpg"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgddiwmTbFWDvCiHTLXoFk6tFAix9QDCoIl0efEcN0145Izr-mzkyopTWm1f-zWwv8CucsJYUepouXz6sV18aqi-wwTEBJqgcSkCV23OlMPysK7v5C9Er6IuCjZmdlvb6qUCeVohyphenhyphen6NSk8/s1600-h/Picture+008.jpg"></a><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">Writes: Enock Shishenge</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">The African National Congress</span></strong> had its policy conference some time last week in Midrand, Johannesburg. The policy conference proved to be a success because most of the motions discussed were of untmost importance and will help the majority of South Africans realise their promised land. The one on free-education will see most of our young people accessing free-education up until they finish their teartiary studies. That is, indeed, a success story in itself. There were, of course, a quite number of motions which were recommended for further deliberations in the national conference in Limpopo. Amongst those motions recommended there is one which says teachers should concetrate in educating the nation and forget politics for the politicians( teachers should not be councillors). That motion makes me ask myself a hell lot of questions: Who should be a politician? Teachers did not fight for Freedom? If they fought, were they not politicians then? Let me try to make my discussion litle bit lucid. In one of the SRC meetings the time I was a member where I studied I said: " <span style="color:#cc0000;">There is no human being who is apolitical because politics affects us all one way or the other"</span>. The reason I refer to the above statement, which I feel it is still relevant today, is because the educators played a very important role in the fight of apartheid and still participating progressively in the relevant structures of the movement. If they say that teachers can't be councillors, does that mean they should also stop participating in the branches as chairpersons, secretaries etc. That simply translates to mean that they are forcing teachers to be apolitical which is impossible. And if they force teachers to be apolitical and become successful that means educators should also not vote and help in the processes during the time of elections. It is really unfair, why an educator alone? What about the other public servants such as nurses, administrators extra. And remember the people who seem to have a little education in the rural villages are mostly teachers and working as civil servants. Who is really going to lead in places such as these. Since that is still a motion which is just recommended I hope the majority of members from the branches will engage those who proposed the motion late this year in Limpopo. This is discimination at its best which will never be tolerated in any way. <span style="color:#333399;">Siyodivana Limpopo</span>. </div>magazahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10312696780966208687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726751572781704895.post-57991984953427648592007-07-04T00:32:00.000-07:002007-07-05T06:30:04.280-07:00BIOGRAPHIES OF THE POETS<div align="justify">Enock Shishenge is an energetic, aspirant and principled performance poet born few decades ago. His principle is derived from a Zimbabwean idiom: <span style="color:#ff0000;">'Failing to prepare is preparing to fail'.</span> His poetry has been published in the Burning Shacks, Sowetan, Sunday World, Daily Sun, Timbila Poetry Journal, Turfwrite, Echoes, Wits Student, International Society of Poets Publication in the U.S and Theatre of Mind U.K. He appeared on Take5 TV online Poet's Corner. He also co-authored a Xitsonga poetry book entitled "Nsati Wa Gayisa" with Desmond Shishenge . Academically, Enock completed his Higher Diploma in Education with Giyani College Campus of The University of Venda for Science and Technology where he was also an executive member of the SRC. He also participated in a television series( documentary) coordinated by the Voices of Africa. He did voice overs for Love Life in Xitsonga, which will play on Munghana Lonene F.m. soon. He likes reading, writing and performing poetry to an extent that when he kicks the dust and leave the stones behind to join the heavenly choir he will dearly miss it than anything else. He is now a language and technology teacher at Eqinisweni Secondary School in Ivory Park near Midrand, Johannesburg. He is also an editor for the school magazine and coaches poetry at the same school. Poetic Words:<br />"<span style="color:#cc0000;">She goes to church and confesses/<br />I've slept with men for bread/<br />I was hungry God/"</span> <span style="color:#000099;">By Vonani Bila</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Thapelo Mashiloane is a very powerful performance poet who writes a lot about township life-styles from love to ghetto struggle. He is the member of Eqinisweni Poetry Society. He enjoys drawing and regards it as his second choice after poetry. He is the member of Eqinisweni Gazette, a school magazine-he writes articles, poems and he cartoons and draws for the mentioned school publication. Thapelo is in grade 11. He is going for the British Council's "Power in the Voice" country's final with other learners from the same school. </span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">"</span><span style="color:#cc0000;">Give me ma' soul food/</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">For food/Give me the food/</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><span style="color:#cc0000;">For my soul</span>"/ By Thapelo<br /><br /><br /><br />Pleasure Madava is a performance poet. She regards reading as her prerequisite. She resides in Ebony Park in between Midrand and Ivory Park. She intends to continue with poetry even after her high school life. She is the founding member of Eqinisweni Poetry Society.<br /><br />Poetic Words: <span style="color:#cc0000;">Sleeping with these books under my pillow turned me a prostitute/. </span><span style="color:#000099;">By Pleasure<br /></span><br /><br />Phuti Constance Seanego hails from Limpopo. She writes poems in English and Sepedi. She enjoys reading her poems to the masses. She is 18 years of age. She wants to see herself as a director of a company in future. She also wishes to publish her own book of poetry one day.<br />Poetic Words : <span style="color:#cc0000;">I feel tongue tied/<br />But I am of many tongues/</span> By Phuti<br /><br /><br />Phindile Mdunana is a young and brilliant South African poet whose game is to play with spoken and written words. She fell in love with words after having met Mr. Shishenge who instilled in her the love of poetry. She is in grade twelve at Eqinisweni Secondary School, Ivory Park informal settlement in Johannesburg. Phindile was the junior editor for the school magazine (<strong>Eqinisweni Gazette</strong>) 2006-2007. She hails from Ivory Park, a section in Tembisa. She has written so many poems to date. Poetic Words: </span><span style="color:#cc0000;">Take me to the gravy train of soul/<br />Stroll with me and celebrate our love/</span><br /></div><p align="justify"><span style="color:#cc0000;">All the poets mentioned above are the only one's who are featured in the book <span style="color:#000099;">"Egoli Ku Ya</span> <span style="color:#000099;">Sheshwa"</span> at the moment. But the book will seek more poets to uneatrh their talents from Ivory Park and other parts of the country. The book is planned to be have more than 250 pages including meanings of words which are in Scamtho. <strong><span style="color:#333399;">Writes: Enock Shishenge</span></strong></p></span><br /><br /><br /></span>magazahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10312696780966208687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726751572781704895.post-2100463691328780642007-07-03T06:18:00.000-07:002007-07-05T06:46:19.572-07:00EQINISWENI POETRY SOCIETY PRESENTS GHETTO POETRY<div align="justify">This is the biggest project I ever did together with my learners who are the members of Eqinisweni Poetry Society. It took me two years to put the pieces, which my learners submitted, together. Each poet had to write his/her lines and I had to work on all those lines and see if there is flow and rhyme. This poem is also included in an unpublished book of poetry which I am writing with my learners. The title of the book is entitled "<span style="color:#ff0000;">Egoli Ku Ya Sheshwa". <span style="color:#333333;">It(the book) is</span> <span style="color:#333333;">mostly dominated by poems written in </span><span style="color:#000099;">Scamtho or Tsotsietaal.</span> <span style="color:#333333;">We are still looking for sponsorship to publish it. Enjoy the poem and also check the names of the contributor below. </span><span style="color:#ff0000;">Hola majita na vo-babey</span> va se kasie? Hi bloma eghetto. Sure! edited & compiled by ed. shishenge.</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD91QkgqVQCL6VhhhLh_9ffuo5cGiirWnDlKFOWCfNl69q4uXbTgx_V2exB9mPo0RdOvNeDQqss27wulZWkDnAnqfwDG_Z8RExMLH4uGbMojkyty3Oq2Badfg5n4k1NNbQDyJWswgM6XI/s1600-h/Mr.+Shishenge.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082961545064343410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD91QkgqVQCL6VhhhLh_9ffuo5cGiirWnDlKFOWCfNl69q4uXbTgx_V2exB9mPo0RdOvNeDQqss27wulZWkDnAnqfwDG_Z8RExMLH4uGbMojkyty3Oq2Badfg5n4k1NNbQDyJWswgM6XI/s320/Mr.+Shishenge.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;">Ghetto Township </span></strong><br /><br />Six no Five<br />Amajita playin'<br />Ama dize<br />Late at night<br />Eating amakota for supper<br />Am'authi and their cherries<br />On da' dark dusty streets<br />Of our rusty township<br />Corruptin'<br />Each other<br />With<br />French kisses<br />Which lead them to a stand-up sex<br />Without a condom<br />Spreading Aids<br />Hoping to take a shower<br />Just here<br />In this ghetto township<br /><br />This ghetto<br />Spawns a generation of killers<br />The sport known is robbery<br />Sometimes car-hijacking games are played<br />Games never taught nor trained at school<br />But learnt on da' streets<br />Those are da' sports P.W Botha<br />Saw fit for a black child<br />Games such as bowling and hockey are taboo<br />In this ghetto township<br /><br />Ducking and dodging bullets<br />Has become a custom<br />Bleeding drops so scarlet<br />On da' cold ma' father lies<br />Fallen cold -blooded hit by a bullet<br />While tryin' to help a neighbour<br />Attacked by the tsotsies<br />At her spaza shop<br />In this ghetto township<br /><br />Flags rise together<br />We fight corruption<br />But eruption is the order of da' day<br />Crime not reducin'<br />And refusin' to end<br />This place is not worthy<br />And it should not be in ma' ranks<br />But still I live in the shack<br />In this ghetto township<br /><br />Cuz of depression<br />We're always livin' in fear<br />But now we feel free to speak freely<br />Cuz we have freedom of speech<br />Inkululeko yethu<br />Let it spread throughout our land<br /><br />As we live in this ghetto township<br />Sometimes we get down at dawn<br />The guns are like toys<br />Death even the kids never fear<br />Life is nothin', but a game<br />Those are the rules in ma' township<br /><br />Our minds are so polluted,<br />Tainted with blood stains<br />Left by the apartheid regime<br />U nga hi kwatisi nyana<br />Hikuva hi nga ku delela nyana<br /><br />House breaking we forced to do<br />Hansa drinking is our weekend 'special<br />Stealing is our new found culture<br />We create fashion in this township<br />Teenage pregnancy is the latest fashion<br />Famous like eloxion culture<br /><br />In this ghetto<br />Rhythm is a regular beat<br />It always runs fast with the songs<br />Poems written in the shacks<br />Are of true feelings not shillings<br />O tla utlwa ba go botsa ka dijo<br />Tse galore ngi khuluma nga makota<br />Na magwinya<br />In this ghetto all you see<br />Ke menate, mekete, mafu<br />All you hear<br />Is the wind shakin' the branches of trees<br />And cheap electric wires<br />All you feel and taste<br />Soft glossy mud toes<br />The salty taste of fish and chips<br />And the watery meltin' water of an ice block<br /><br />Here we have been taught<br />'F' before 'E'<br />Some say township life leads to misery<br />But to me it's a true identity of oneself<br />You better love it<br />It's not township because it is famous<br />But it is famous because it is a township<br /><br />People livin' in this township<br />Are admired as role models<br />Cuz they are leaders and soldiers<br />The heroes and heroines of our struggle<br />Strong cold winds sweep through<br />The untarred roads of our township<br />But many men and women choose to call<br />These mkhukhus their homes<br />But inhalation of dust has become a habit<br />Killin' cockroaches is our daily exercise<br />In this ghetto township<br /><br />They have called you ka mabitso<br />Still some say you are dodibox<br />But hi bloma ka da'<br />Hi lata kona rivambu at night<br />And never be ashamed of who we are<br />Bana ba thari ye ntsho<br /><br />Dodibox we are proud of you<br />Cuz we have named a language after you<br />Tsotsi Taal is your brainchild<br />This is a place to be<br />The young and the restless<br />Become interactive<br />We speak our own branded taal<br />We great & say "Heita da"<br />Or "Wat se?"<br /><br />Corner to corner of the township<br />You see cabals of amajita<br />Wearing Cavellas and Hugo Bosses ,<br />The popular clothing labels<br />Always they say "smoke da?<br />He sani a wu ri tsubise?<br />Never refuse<br />Never ask them questions<br />Just give them ishume to buy a loose draw<br />Cuz they will make you scared<br />And leave you shiverin' and shakin'<br />'Wena ntwana ke tla go roba mulala ka skrufu-driver<br />If you try go ri bayizisa'<br /><br />But the more you love the ghetto township<br />It is the more the ghetto township becomes your lover<br />The more you are scared of it<br />It is the more it becomes dangerous<br /><br />Rap like a township nigga<br />Drive like a township gintsa<br />Dance like a township patsula<br />Never forget um'nwana phezulu!<br />When you meet amajita a blome ekhoneni<br />All Star takkies is the first requirement<br />In this ghetto township<br /><br />Ekasi lam' amajita aya phanda<br />U zo wa thola a blome ekhoneni<br />Waitin' for izingcozi za sgila to come back from school<br />To sell them izolo ne spinza<br />In this ghetto township dogs eat dogs<br />Kasi lam' va li biza<br />Ghetto township<br /><br /><br />Amajita call this place<br />Ghetto Town/ship<br />For it comprises mkhukhus<br />In this ghetto township<br />Streets are flooded<br />Ka vhati la masewage<br />Ma' sister's child wa sika<br />U phethe hi chuluko<br />Going ka da' clinic 4 i cure<br />Va n'wi chayela kuri a ku na medication<br />Only panados left<br />If she does not mind they can give panados to her frail child<br /><br />Izincozi za se dladleni<br />cry because of hunger<br />Temptation pushes me<br />Kguri ki vaye ko gqekeza<br />So I can buy them ndzho<br /><br />Entleik ku bloma egotjcini<br />Has become ma' custom<br />In this ghetto township amajita<br />Never got circumcised<br />Vari it's being insane!<br /><br />Amajita va ya erowundini<br />But only to find out later<br />That va gwaze umakhelwani<br />Amagenge athi aya phanda<br />Ekasi lam' uvhaya nho nho!<br />Izi ngamla zi scared to come here<br />Cuz they are scared of car hijacking<br />The course leant by every young ghetto boy<br /><br />In this ghetto township<br />When you walk down a dusty street<br />You feel the beat of vulgar kwaito tunes<br />aMajita smoke ganja<br />Life is rough and tough<br />In this ghetto townshit!<br /><br />When ngi vhaya elokishini,<br />Called ekasi lama kasi<br />I see the youth wearin' the Italian shoes<br />Questions gyrate in ma' mind ukuthi<br />Why they wear expensive labels<br />While they sleep in the leaking shacks<br /><br />Anger flows through ma' veins<br />Reporting the sting in ma' mind<br />Cuz the hungry stomachs of these kids-<br />Make me sick<br />The innocent kids<br />Left with a shack by their mother<br />Who died of aids on da' New Year's Eve<br /><br />If wishes were horses<br />I would wish to be Bill Gates<br />Maybe I would help them<br />And build these poor creatures a house<br />Somewhere in Ebony Park<br />And send them to school in Oracle<br />They might become powerful citizens<br />Or kanjani?<br /><br />In this ghetto township<br />Black person enjoy speakin' street lingo<br />Entleik,<br />Ke mo kasi mo<br />You see men sittin' together<br />Drinkin' umqombothi<br />While women gossip<br /><br />Those who live in suburbs say<br />This place stinks<br />Balebala gore ba tswa kae<br />Being black is by knowin' your roots<br />And not forgettin' your background<br /><br />In this ghetto township it's where<br />You enjoy skopo le sebete<br />It's hip and happenin'<br />Le di tsotsi di swara poo<br />Bo mamazala ba tshisa dinama<br />Thugs sell Taiwan,<br />A cosmetic name given to a fast drug<br />Placed in the kota<br />Sold for school kids<br />During lunch break<br />In the ghetto schools<br /><br />We eat past-sell-by-date bread<br />And we don't use a doom to kill cockroaches<br />Just a shoe<br />Only if I had a choice<br />I would move out<br />Of this Township<br />Maybe I would eat fresh bread everyday<br />Somewhere in the northern suburbs<br />Where our leaders live<br />With their computer whiz kids<br />Warming themselves<br />With electric blankets<br />And speak<br />i'sngamla day-n-day-ou<br />with their coconuts kids<br /><br />In this ghetto township<br />Toilets stink like a dead decaying dog<br />Politicians only come here<br />When it's election time<br />They always arrive<br />Carrying huge bags<br />Full of empty promises<br />"We will build you clinics'<br />Clinics without medications?<br />'We will build you houses'<br />Houses smaller than the smallest toilets?<br />'We will build you a better bridge'<br />Maria & Nokia were swept by water before the bridge was erected!<br /><br />I have no radio<br />But I heard a scream of a little child<br />Raped by her uncle<br />Innocent girls broken-off-of their<br />Virginity every weekend<br />The reward of drinkin' n' kissin'<br />Maybe the prize of wearing the miniest of miniskirts<br />In this township<br /><br />Ghetto guyz who owns taverns<br />With chains all over their necks<br />They speak beautified street lingo<br />To impress their stupid girlfriends<br />Who are young enough to be their last bornz<br /><br />Here I never followed ma' cultural beliefs<br />Cuz I was never taught 'respect'<br />But the old ones said:<br />Ka gore sehlare sa musi ke go katoga<br />I would also like to move out of this tight corner<br />But…<br /><br />Ghetto Township niggaz<br />Killing and stealing is their career<br />They smoke, sniff, drink and provoke<br />Still they reason not<br />That is da' reason they kill<br />And never regret<br />They attend parties with the police officers<br />And well known politicians<br /><br />They show seven phezulu<br />And six phansi<br />I tradition ya se kasi<br />Hunger and poverty<br />All niggaz survive<br />In this Ghetto Township<br /><br />Poverty brings us together<br />Va maseve va xavisa swifaki na mabanana<br />Va oxa na ticondzo hi five-bobo each<br />We proudly speak our languages<br />To live to tell the tale<br />In this ghetto township<br />You should be fit to survive<br /><br />Amajita speak in tongues<br />While the chicks pierce their tongues<br />The week-end rocks<br />M'authi ya spina ikara<br />Ku shayiwa' spinza ne zolo<br />Tshisa nyama braais ma' soul for supper<br />Every Saturday evening<br />At the Busy Corner<br /><br />Linking shacks<br />Represent ma' present sorrows<br />Though it is a blaze of shame<br />This is ma' Ghetto Township<br />I was born & bred here<br />In da' Ghetto Township<br /><br />Being born and bred<br />In this ghetto township<br />I learnt to speak the truth<br />Yes, I spit the truth<br />And discard the lies<br />Some say I utter nonsense<br />For I boldly say<br />"Township is hell on earth"<br /><br />In this shantytown<br />Empty stomachs<br />Cry out of starvation<br />And whisper poverty<br />From their linked shacks<br /><br />In this Township<br />Poverty is pronounced liberty<br />But through my poetry I state reality<br />And forget about who holds the authority<br /><br />Layers of dreams already boycotted by ma' inner conscious, a vagabond<br />It sees reality<br />With the availability of poverty<br />I smell poverty,<br />And caress the presence<br />Of poverty<br />I hear the echo of dearth's sound<br />Bitter cries!<br />Through my poetry I spit reality<br />And forget about who holds the authority<br /><br /><br />In this Township folks know no liberty<br />Cuz hunger is a human slaughter<br />Look them pointless and penniless<br />In their leaking shacks<br />But still they put a cross on a ballot paper<br />Every five years<br />Voting for the bigger party<br />Endorsing one party state<br />Through my poetry I state reality<br />And forget about who holds the authority.<br /><br />Fragile heart beats without hope<br />Intelligent brains<br />In deep thoughts<br />For a sparkling future<br />Future blinded by a daze of poverty<br />Through my ghetto poetry I only state reality<br />And forget about who hold the authority<br />I speak the truth<br />I spit the truth<br />I speak the truth<br />'Township is hell on earth'<br /><br />Wa tlava mus' cleaver<br />Lights shine brightly<br />Brighter than the way they are supposed to<br />A poem of interest it's what I recite<br /><br />I wanna tell you about my background<br />Joburg, Jozi, Gauteng, Maboneng!<br />It's where I am from…<br />There lights shine like stars<br />You can ever think of…<br /><br />Egoli ku lapho ziwa khona<br />Each street is crowded<br />Like F.N.B. Soccer Stadium,<br />Which is located in this glamorous city<br />I mean the city of gold<br />Ka Sizulu bare Egoli<br />Damn there is so much<br />To tell you about it<br />So many townships<br />Surround this dangerous city<br />I'm talking about amakasi<br />Lapho ngi phuma khona<br />Now let me tell you about ekasi lam'<br />Tavern after another<br />Ziw a 24 hours<br />Sgubu waya-waya ,<br />Weekend special<br />What do you think about?<br /><br />Lend me your ears<br />And let me tell you<br />About ikasi lam'<br />Meal after meal<br />Oops!<br />Ku ya vhalwa ngo eight<br />Twelve- hour-service<br />Everyone's favourite<br />Bread plus fried potato chips<br />Mangole , Russian, Vienna<br />Hey, wena!<br />Special le cheese<br />Ke kota ntate!<br /><br />Chicks and dogs<br />Move up and down<br />As if they are in a beauty contest,<br />Cuddling and hugging<br />Each other<br />Ke ma'authy le di cherry tsa bona<br />Abusing each other with<br />The famous wet kisses<br />On the dark streets<br />Of this ghetto township<br /><br />At the corner the zol smoke<br />Causes air pollution and tb<br />Black Label causes havoc<br />Esan' i metropolice<br />They disappear like<br />ba spanisa chovo<br />Se ku nuka i dust<br />i Chuck tailor!<br />But it is a best sneaker<br />For abolova<br />While the Italian Cavella shoes<br />Is a favourite number one for amabutjwa.<br /><br />That's the place I live in<br />Ku se kas' lam<br />It will never change<br />Li yo hlala li njhe<br />Just like the late Brenda Fassie said:<br />'Ngo hla ngi njhe'<br />Hayi ngi hi nja<br /><br />Jump one street<br />At the corner<br />Zisha waya-waya<br />The gamblers have gathered in numbers<br />To make money<br />Ba khanda u cash<br />Hey, pop!<br />Hey, five plus two!<br />Ooh, six five!<br />The dice roll on and on<br />On the brown hardboard<br />Candles are still flaming<br />Late at night<br />To retrieve visibility<br />Ka da you become broke<br />In a minute<br />While at the same minute<br />Someone is getting richer<br />You snee/ooze you loose<br />That is the game baba!<br />You win some<br />You loose some<br />They gamble-up until at dawn<br />Waya-waya, non-stop!<br /><br />Wa lahla ka 'utabola<br />Tsotsis are all over da ghettoes<br />Izinja za khona<br />Ne'ikhokho za khona<br />They bridge 9mm<br />As if they bridge a toy gun<br />Gun-fight is their favourite game<br />They give one another<br />Pathetic nicknames<br />Such as "Scroof"<br />"Okapi na bo bra Sparks!"<br />They spark fire<br />It's life in the ghetto!<br />What can we say?<br />It's hard to live<br />But it's easy to survive<br /><br />M' pen runs out of ink<br />Let me take the red one<br />Usually used by abothitsha<br />To let the story live<br />On paper for ever and ever<br /><br />Holla?<br />Heita da ?<br />Howzit?<br />Ek praat jou taal<br />Ghetto Township lingo<br />Mamela jita<br />I feel the vibe of ghetto rainbow<br />Kere nna,<br />I am a linguist<br />I twist ma' tongue<br />Like abomrepa<br />Preaching hip hop ekasi<br />Through their hip hop jargon<br />Ngitshi mina<br />Ngiyatiqhaba nge lwati lwam<br />Phela ngi muswati mbamba<br />Ngi tshetsha sona<br />Le si phuma esqojeni<br />Sa se kuseni<br />Gepha ngi buya ekasi<br />Kere nna ke mojapere<br />Empa ke tswa<br />Ko Ghetto Township<br />Bashanyana bare ke ko kasi<br />Entleik mfowethu mamela<br />Ku se kasi laa<br />Uya ngi frustana<br />I life ya lana<br />It is just flowin' like<br />I vhati<br />Izinto za mzukwana<br />Azisaspani<br />'Tsotsi Taal'<br />That's the way<br />The way of life in rainbow ghetto township<br /><br />CONTRIBUTORS: MR. SHISHENGE, THAPELO, PLEASURE, PHINDILE, PATIENCE, EMMY, VELLY, SIMON, MBEKEZELI, SFISO, NKATEKO, AND KABELO.<br /></div>magazahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10312696780966208687noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726751572781704895.post-15603469971199113262007-07-03T06:09:00.000-07:002007-07-05T06:33:20.622-07:00Pleasure's PoetryPleasure Madava is a perfomance poet. Once on stage you will feel her words. She perfomed to a thousands of audience when Eqinisweni Secondary School entertained the visitors from Wales, United Kingdom in 2006<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJckAqCa7W9rA96x8mPBVK51x9cdFCI3_bO5iXAPT28UoBgzZRMs6DHKSO0AoShuuKn-JNXVWFLaqAC7WUClE-nZYNiaG9VM6hN6_BbKFJRsx9MqIFIV_Lu3ZMTv1zoZkgBbBiycShmAQ/s1600-h/Pleasure.jpg">. I wish you see her perfomance one day. Check Biography)<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082958164925081442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJckAqCa7W9rA96x8mPBVK51x9cdFCI3_bO5iXAPT28UoBgzZRMs6DHKSO0AoShuuKn-JNXVWFLaqAC7WUClE-nZYNiaG9VM6hN6_BbKFJRsx9MqIFIV_Lu3ZMTv1zoZkgBbBiycShmAQ/s320/Pleasure.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Prostitute<br /></strong></span><br />Everywhere you go<br />You find me there<br />Some call me a lady of the night<br />Others say ke magosha,<br />Ke sfeve, ndzi dabadaba<br /><br />Yes, ndzi xifevi<br />I sleep with all men I meet<br />Who are interesting & appealing<br />I mix Europeans and Africans<br />Sleep with the dead<br />I slept with William Shakespeare<br />And Steve Biko<br /><br />I am also a lesbian<br />I sleep with Lebo Mashile,<br />Lereato and Ntsiki Mazwai<br />Yes, ke robala le bona<br /><br />My loved ones feel pity for me<br />They think I will be infected<br />With the notorious bug (HIV)<br />They just worry about nothing<br />Cuz I gain knowledge<br />I just read not have sex<br />With all these people I sleep with<br />Though I sleep with them<br />Sleeping with these books under<br />My pillow turned me a prostitute<br />Sorry I am an informed prostitute<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;">Darling Sarah</span></strong><br /><br />You left me in the halfway house,<br />Motherless with no guidance<br />You never said Goodbye<br />You were a mother, a sister<br />Darling Sarah my sweetheart<br /><br />You read me poems and stories<br />You taught me respect<br />Still I expected a lot<br />But you were grabbed ruthlessly<br />Darling Sarah my beloved<br /><br />You taught me that responsibility<br />Is the prerequisite in life<br />You taught me a simple principle of life<br />To accept what I can't change<br />Darling Sarah my dearest<br /><br />You were there when I cried<br />To wipe my tears<br />Rest in peace<br />Darling Sarah<br /><br /></div>magazahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10312696780966208687noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726751572781704895.post-89714594429820675872007-07-03T05:56:00.000-07:002007-07-03T06:06:02.368-07:00Phuti's Poetry<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEill0yZCfd1GHY4C8ODdsel2kSXgTpIq-7WcXYj56TxUZxTqUewdJNtvomy6pzWFmP6dyuWRVseARioKm-daSu5tbmpoKevB31_7G6vi53tlGmyz-Ljb4R05HL4Ob9t7f1ewvU2ajPrRZQ/s1600-h/Constance+Seanago.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082955021009020754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px" height="240" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEill0yZCfd1GHY4C8ODdsel2kSXgTpIq-7WcXYj56TxUZxTqUewdJNtvomy6pzWFmP6dyuWRVseARioKm-daSu5tbmpoKevB31_7G6vi53tlGmyz-Ljb4R05HL4Ob9t7f1ewvU2ajPrRZQ/s320/Constance+Seanago.jpg" width="313" border="0" /></a> Phuti is a writer of note. She is one person who weave words so well to an extent that you feel what she says. She is in grade twelve(check biography)<br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;">How it feels?</span></strong><br />He always said: "You are beautiful"<br />He stole my smile, my confidence<br />Young as I was threatened as I felt<br />I kept quite even though ke be ke e swa lebate<br />Ke dutse godimo ga magala<br />That was the tormenting feeling I was faced with<br />Telling mommy would<br />Only mean I brought shame into the family<br />But telling daddy would spell divorce<br />I felt I was sitting on a time bomb ready to explode<br />But if the truth be exposed<br />Ooh, God knows what?<br />Every night I lay sleepless on the bed<br />Sobbing, tears running down my cheek<br />My mind tortured by the questions<br />Was I too beautiful that he couldn't resist<br />Was it my fault<br />Whether it was mine, his or ours<br />It left an unhealing scar<br />Even though the first cut is the deepest<br />Mine was even deeper<br />That is the feeling of being raped<br />The torture continued<br />Where was my father?<br />Where was my mother?<br />I guess my parents were too busy,<br />Too occupied and little caring<br />Now it's too late to say sorry<br />That is how it feels to be raped<br />But I mean surely<br />Someone might have noticed<br />To be raped by your neighbour,<br />A family friend,<br />Someone you could lean on<br />In times of troubles<br />I learned that hard<br />Gore se bone thola boreledi teng gwa<br />Yona go baba<br />I wondered why didn't<br />They see it coming<br />I guess everyone was<br />Fooled by his charming words<br />His deceiving tongue<br />And the excellent way he dressed<br />But that is how it feels to be raped<br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"><strong>If Only</strong></span><br /><br />If only I had enclosed<br />Not disclosed my feelings<br />There would be no torture<br />But all left for me is a broken he/art<br />Cupid tell ma' sweet he/art<br />I love her<br />Though she tramples on my he(art)<br /><br />If Only<br />I had kept quiet then<br />Twisting ma' words<br />Would have been a thing of the past<br />They cast stones of laughter<br />While forgetting<br />Ukuthi nxeba le ndonda a lihlekwa<br /><br />Cupid, please, go to the one who (t)ears my he(art) into countless pieces and tell her "She is gonna be da' one<br />I walk down the aisle with<br /><br />If only<br />You cud pass that<br />Message to her<br />I will rejoicemagazahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10312696780966208687noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726751572781704895.post-19311344036703269582007-07-03T05:35:00.000-07:002007-07-03T05:53:50.894-07:00Phindile's Poetry Of HeartPhindile is a grade twelve learner at Eqinisweni Secondary School. Once she holds a pen it bleeds poetry to live on page forever.These are her two poems. (check biography)<br /> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS7XDuMPsk15RCc30VnPcvtzem0PmRAsNqAe2ni9q082GNKV48Wkk1kFhLZSVfgJVuX3jnBkIAQOhr2pu0SPFbflRwpQr338QBh4TxbEsEIH88Ihyphenhyphen0by6UCCI5T76CID-Jf82cQXbBIYg/s1600-h/Phindile.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082952027416815426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS7XDuMPsk15RCc30VnPcvtzem0PmRAsNqAe2ni9q082GNKV48Wkk1kFhLZSVfgJVuX3jnBkIAQOhr2pu0SPFbflRwpQr338QBh4TxbEsEIH88Ihyphenhyphen0by6UCCI5T76CID-Jf82cQXbBIYg/s320/Phindile.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">TZANEEN</span></strong><br /><br />Tzaneen, papa u kwihi?<br />Tzaneen give me hope<br />Trying to grab freedom<br />Hoping it will cough-out papa's name<br />But only left me empty, clueless and confused<br />I pulled myself back to life<br />For I needed answers<br />Young and afraid<br />Still shaking my head for answers<br />The desire of slavery drives me<br />To write funeral poetry<br />Though I never attended my grand pa's funeral last year<br />The pain had hurt enough<br />The world had sold anger for me to buy<br />Oh thou shall ask<br />Shall be granted…<br /><br />Tzaneen papa u kwihi ?<br />Tzaneen give me love<br />Locked, blocked and enslaved<br />By my craving feelings<br />Poked my skin for the Tsonga blood to escape<br />Saw a glimpse of my father's shadow in the mirror<br />I knew I was still a Tsonga chic<br /><br />Trial, tragedy, terror cud not chase me away<br />My inner being cried for peace of mind<br />All I needed was a voice 2 free me<br />A father to love me<br />Tzaneen papa u kwihi?<br />Tzaneen give me peace of mind<br />Confusion still drives me in circles<br />Wishing I was in the jolly jungle of Jozi<br />Trying to secure a place for my lost soul<br />A place to hide from this cruel world<br />My heart in zillion pieces<br />Than a million dollar could replace<br />Stayed in Dallas to meet papa's 3rd wife Dalla<br />Oh God, she wanted his Dollar<br />Can't really cry now<br />My tears are all dried out<br />By the anger boiling inside me<br />Received a msg from my heart<br />It is green with envy for you are happy<br />And I am sadly hopeless<br />Can't believe how we used to smile in the sun<br />Laugh at the moon<br />I'm in a dark room hoping you can switch on the lights for me<br /><br />Tzaneen papa u kwihi?<br />Tzaneen give me answers<br />Screaming on top of my lungs<br />Hoping my curiosity will take me to death<br />But my satisfaction bought me back to life<br />Searching the muddy holes of Nkowankowa<br />For my identity document was being printed<br />Out of the home affairs offices<br />Your absence proves how u abandoned me and never said Gud-bye<br />My laughter has been washed away<br />Can't force a smile now cuz the force in me hopes you are dead<br />Thou shall ask,..<br />Shall be granted?<br />Amen...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Valentine's Torture</strong></span><br />( Written with tears falling)<br /><br />It all started simple<br />Shifting from a hopeless soul<br />To a hopeful heart<br />Eyes clicked and linked<br />But never took an action<br />It was love at first sight<br />It wasn't love without fists<br /><br />Valentines is violence<br />Violence is love in war<br />Date and brutal rape<br />I write on blank page<br />Where my fingers move freely<br />And conquer loneliness<br />Of being heart broken<br />And still have valentine<br />To celebrate with ocean of tears<br /><br />Was it really worth it?<br />I question, yes I question??<br />Tears impede my eyesight<br />Mine heart is congested<br />Overloaded with loneliness<br />The dark cloud created to crucify me<br />For valentines is a day<br />Of war and death for me<br />War of feelings and death of love<br />It toured ma' soul and broken ma' heart<br />Valentine tortured memagazahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10312696780966208687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726751572781704895.post-54418020911928268392007-07-03T02:40:00.000-07:002007-07-05T06:32:01.779-07:00<strong>Thapelo's Poetry:<span style="color:#3333ff;">check biographies</span></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw5xQlyWvqfRLIyRCnK-WsplfWs1XNs__9u4TLDS9GJWwJmt6tJiz7pV5hmemzOG5nV734xtcK3EQZBl7fM0Is0Mou7J0qFxJ10Z5dxt8YFMei3mfUzbZ7cCvzq_IamFTfq3p3Lpw8nR8/s1600-h/Thapelo+Masheloane.jpg"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082905877993219874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" height="209" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw5xQlyWvqfRLIyRCnK-WsplfWs1XNs__9u4TLDS9GJWwJmt6tJiz7pV5hmemzOG5nV734xtcK3EQZBl7fM0Is0Mou7J0qFxJ10Z5dxt8YFMei3mfUzbZ7cCvzq_IamFTfq3p3Lpw8nR8/s320/Thapelo+Masheloane.jpg" width="310" border="0" /></strong></a> <div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Ma' Soul Food</strong></span> </div><div><br />Soul food/<br />Give me ma' soul food-/<br />For food /<br />Give me the food-/<br />For my soul/<br />Give me ma' hip-hop,/<br />Ma' kwaito, ma' afro-pop/<br />Jazz moody melody/<br />Oh! Give me/<br />Ma' mbhaqanga/<br />I just wanna be like Shwi Nomtekhala/<br />Men with an African colour/<br />Going like "ngafa-wangisiza baba"/<br />Oh! Give me ma' soul for food/<br />Ma' soul food/<br />My food for soul/<br /><br />Soul Food/<br />Give me my soul food/<br />And just give it to me for goodness/<br />As it will mean my happy mood/<br />I am crying for my sister Bhethina/<br />My Dj Big T/<br />My " Sidla-busha-bethu"/<br />Just give it to me/<br />And I will leave you in peace/<br />Not in pieces/<br />Don't you dare think of "di phisisi"/<br />You buy on the streets/<br />Just think about/<br />My soul food/<br />My food for soul/<br /><br />Soul food/<br />Give me food/<br />That will fit my soul/<br />Not food to feed my feet/<br />Give me my supersonic/<br />My soul candy/<br />My Dj Fresh/<br />B'cos I wanna get down/<br />And move my body/<br />Oh! " Hai sana u rongo"/<br />Because ke majaivane/<br />I can do i ngwazi/<br />Durban kwasa/<br />And I can belela you/<br />Through the rhythm of my music/<br />Especially ma'uphethwe yi nyongo/<br />Or else I will dance Masingita/<br />Ndzi ta ku ba ndzi ku dlaya mina/<br />Umang'thanda nginga phinda/<br />Becos ingom'emnandi i ya phind'wa/<br />That's what everybody says/<br /><br />Soul food/<br />I will not rest/<br />Until you give me/<br />My Dj S'bu/<br />My summer rain/<br />That leads me/<br />To remember when it rained/<br />Well, there was a reason/<br />Cuz everything happens for a reason/<br />Even in C'max prison/<br />Think of USGONONDO/<br />Hey! My Bhugaluv/<br />Eesh! U Zola/<br />How can I forget/<br />My main man from Mambhiza/<br />I am talking about Mzekesman/<br />Oh! I mentioned him as DJ S'bu/<br />Please, don't kill me/<br />I am just bloozing here/<br />With R&B music/<br />So I can get soul food/<br />To feed my ears/<br />My soul food/<br />My food for soul/<br />Soul food/<br />Give me ma' soul food-/<br />For food/<br />Give me the food-/<br />For my soul/<br />Give me ma' Belafonte,/<br />Ma' Oliver Mtukuzi,/<br />Ma' Dorophy Masuka,/<br />Give me my Merriam Makeba/<br />My Aluta continua/<br />Cuz I need to continue/<br />By: <strong><span style="color:#333399;">Thapelo Mashiloane From Eqinisweni Secondary School<br /></span></div></strong>magazahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10312696780966208687noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726751572781704895.post-61508564863182547252007-07-03T02:21:00.000-07:002007-07-06T03:26:39.913-07:00The First Poem on Da' Blog<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSMVEWPtVePY1mgXZR1Hp4Iq-glk5teHYq3-A1cS7QmtzvBhZPh0PCsfG19nH6wHEKu6P6Iwel6TZlOhyphenhyphenveFVids5EnqkZJXHfKcK7YKIKDTVMBSCL0yt2Ir8-GZmZc7RBUpj2-i2ksQ4/s1600-h/Dj+Maeno.jpg"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082898688217966338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSMVEWPtVePY1mgXZR1Hp4Iq-glk5teHYq3-A1cS7QmtzvBhZPh0PCsfG19nH6wHEKu6P6Iwel6TZlOhyphenhyphenveFVids5EnqkZJXHfKcK7YKIKDTVMBSCL0yt2Ir8-GZmZc7RBUpj2-i2ksQ4/s320/Dj+Maeno.jpg" border="0" /></span></strong></a><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"> Ekas'Lam' Mad Poem 3<br /><br /></span></strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">u ya ngi bona mina/<br />ma ng' vhay' ekasilam'/<br />iyo ! when i go to work/<br />at some school ka da' kasi,'/<br />eqinisweni'/<br />bomagez' bath' a si thicha lo! '/<br />ba chayel' u sister lo ngi spana naye'/<br />bath', u thicha we njhani a nga bophiyi i thay' ?/<br />entleik bomagez' ba ntlabang' ikuth'/<br />to be formal and decent you should put on a tie/<br />they're still trapped in da' colonial thinkin'/<br />that of a tie and jacket/<br /><br />entleik … sometimes/<br />u ya ng' bon' min'/<br />ma ng' vhay' ekasilam'/<br />izingcozi za sgila/<br />when they see me walkin'/<br />in da' dusty streets of their ghetto/<br />township/<br />they scream/<br />"thichara-thichara!/<br />mama uya m'bona u thicha' wam'?"/<br />bes' zing' gay' i hug!/<br />uzo zwa umzwali athi :/<br />'a siyena u thicha lo mfan'/<br />u ng' endza bari' i ' o' yakho!/<br />u thicha wakh' usemn'ani ka' njhe?/<br />U na manga!/<br /><br />u ya ngi bon' mina?/<br />ma ngi vhay' ekasi la ma kasie/<br />dressed to kill/<br />ngi fak' i cavella,/<br />timberland…/<br />hugo boss,/<br />sforgasi,/<br />ingwenya,/<br />pringle na Georgia Armani…/<br />ne mcebo wam'/<br />amajit' ay' ng' cwany' cwany'/<br />they say ' sir u ya' ba cwany'-cwany'/<br />ba teken?/<br />U'zo ng' zw' ng' ngith':/<br />relax ntwana yam'!/<br />vana va xikolo va ehleketa/<br />ku ri ndzi bra ya vona/<br /><br />u ya ng' bon' min'/<br />ma ng' vhay' ka da ekas'/<br />bestuurin' ma' friend's black velocity/<br />with an aerial/<br />yoo, die kara ' yi sexy !/<br />sure, i sexy!/<br />ba tegen ba ko' kasi' ba verstaana ikara!/<br />yoo! ba y' ncway'-ncway'/<br />die kara mfo'!/<br />every mama jack in da' ghetto/<br />wants to be inside this car!/<br />even da' girlz who pierce their tongues/<br />yoo! girls like turning a volume up-to-da-sky…/<br />playin' vulgar kwaito tunes/<br />mixing it wit' house/yindlu!/<br />one tells me 'buti 'u ne kara-/<br />u ya juwisha -/<br />for sure u ne mali-/<br />just buy us beers-/<br />never forget i nyama/<br />mina i'm all yours-/<br />mbamba no ma kumphi u ku funay'/<br />vandag ke tsamaya le wena ;/<br />says a chick who pierced her tongue/<br />and a tattoo in between her cleavage/<br />yoo, wena!/<br />They don't know/<br />Ikuthi a ngi ne kara!/<br />I kara ya Comet/</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">smotimes ya Score/<br />Ende yi be stop nosense/</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><br />entleik … sometimes/<br />u ya ng' bon' min'/<br />ma ng' vhay' ekasilam'/<br />i look and listen/<br />i listened and heard people/<br />talking about house breaking/<br />i looked around and/<br />saw daily sun's headline/<br />'CHILD RAPES GOGO' /<br />In this ghetto township/<br />This ghetto is full of corrupt-minds/<br />Unthinking and uncaring society/<br /><br />ekasi lam' amajita athi aya phanda/<br />u zo wa thola a blome ekhoneni/<br />you will hear them say:/<br />heita jita awu s'bemise ka da?/<br />they wear dickies pants/<br />mix it with loxion culture/<br />t-shirt and sneakers/<br />never mind their jockeys,/<br />underwear!/<br />kuse ghetto ka da!/<br />even the fourteen-year-olds hav' boy-friends/<br />they groove at the busy corner/<br />and have sex at the nearest bush/<br />they master deep kiss/<br />than most of us!/<br /><br />u ya ngi bon' mina?/<br />ma ngi vhay' ekasi la ma kasie/<br />ke kereya bashanyana/<br />kissin' in front of a 67-year-old magogo/<br />who does not understand/<br />freedom of sexual orientation/<br />enshrined in the bill of rights/<br />i heard Gogo say nay' mhlolo /<br />mfowethu lana zi ya buya!/<br />life i spinner njhe ng' car wheel/<br />you become rich very quickly/<br />and die easily/<br /><br />ekas'Lam' zi ya buwa!/<br />fresh girls date old crocks/<br />they call them sugar daddies/<br />young boys caress bamagogos/<br />and call them quick-ATM's/<br />cuz they provide and/<br />take them to five-star hotels/<br />somewhere in Sandton City/<br />to chow da' money/<br />left by their husbands/<br />who died of aids for datin'/<br />the pick-up girls,/<br />those who wear miniest of mini skirts/<br />which reveal everythin'/<br />ekasi' ku njalo!/<br />you like it or no/t<br />you partake or not/<br />they don't care about you/<br />they never forget one thin'/<br />da' reason they are here in Jozi?/<br />Chelete fela ntate!/<br /><br />u ya ngi bon' mina?/<br />ma ng' vhay' ekasi' la ma kasi'/<br />ke kereya moshanyana' ka da mzabalazweni/<br />he sings with a great tune/<br />like Mbengwa/<br />he never went to music school/<br />and qualified as music master/<br />but he sings nice in iSizulu:/<br />"ngathi ngi ya hamba mina…/<br />nga hlangana ne isalukazi/<br />esigangeni baba/<br /><br />ngathi mama wenzani?/<br />wathi mntanami ngiy***<br />kus'mzabalazwen'/<br />aku'namathoilethe lapha…"/<br />Ekas'Lam ku nje!/<br /><br />Eintleik i life ya se kasie/<br />You will never understand/<br />But you know i mnandi!/<br />Sure yi ntswembu!/<br />Ekas' Lam…/</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">Ku lapho ng' bloma khona/</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">Ku lapho ng' gidla khona/</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">Ku lapho ng' groover khona/</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">Ku lapho ng' jola khona/</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">Phashasha pintjie/<br />Grand shlobo sam'!/<br /><br /></span><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span>magazahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10312696780966208687noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2726751572781704895.post-45991352627307966192007-07-03T00:48:00.000-07:002007-07-03T00:49:51.802-07:00MZALA-MAGAZA.COMMzala-Magaza is a blog which will deal with a variety of issues of all the great African people, especially the Matsonga-Magaza, either from Mozambique or the former homeland of Gazankulu. These people were invisible in the past but at the moment they come with remixes in various sectors. We will also deal with literary reviews, poetry, politics and socio-economic issues.We will make sure that we participate in the development of the Magaza youth in various spheres.Enock Shishenge is the founder and deem it his personal business to make sure that it functions smoothl with the help of his friends in the Forum.magazahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10312696780966208687noreply@blogger.com0