Joburg

The jazz blue sounds of Joburg in the sunny Saturday morning and the small patch of clouds against it all but time when you pass the steel poles with your face tuning to it all that this city is ,you can only look forward. You pass short left and the only thing in your heart is how this weekend will be any different. The music is the same, a kid at the corner street and some old man trying to push his miseries in his bloody dusty blanket in a trolley he can call his own. The rush madness of time in here means everything, taxis at a thought and stopping one at a doubt. You look to the left and it’s gone……you look to the right again you only realize that we all trying to fit in. You stop for a cold one and the night gets young with the second one. The women in here are economic; pull your wallet for a bullet if they have to. The night turns grey with the touch of good old days memories, yesterday gone with the wind and the life you lead adapts today.

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Before the world cup we held our hearts and pleaded that public servants shouldn’t strike. And now that the stadiums are “white elephants” as we all get back to our routines (no football Friday) we suddenly found ourselves with all this dilemmas we couldn’t face before the world cup.

It’s the media and the ANC never ending media tribunal………………I don’t know if its short memories but isn’t that how the scorpions were “disbanded”, they create a hype about a certain political objectives and right under our noses when we think the storm is over they strike. Service delivery to people shouldn’t be like a fashion week where political parties dress in patriotism and attractive colors of promises to only get our votes.

Revenue wants to collect but government doesn’t want to give you more-where is the economic logic to equate the proportions there?

We Being What We are…..

The sense of urgency within the voice of revolution in pages that age with prospects of our own bearings and visions to become the better people we strive to be. We live so much of our life with no identity of our own; we camouflage our thoughts to blend away from the suggestive individuality we are. Our ability to survive is the suitable notion of struggle and adaptation.

To some faith is the receptive gesture of comfort to what an addict would only call random ease in time. You’ll hope when least exist and transit to persist amidst strangers. Along we try our best and chest among us the spirit of communal strength.

Why do we live? Is there any way in our lives to reason our efforts with the time spent doing what we do every day to survive? We all grow up with goals and dreams, I want to be this and that, but time only tells us otherwise. As a little kid excited with almost anything life seem huge from every angle not just the bicycle or the toy soldier they got you one Christmas your parents got excited over a bottle of wine one night. They say kids are the most innocent people, I say their innocence is not short of any curiosity that we all seem to lose with age to become only ignorant. No matter how tall we get for our pants, one thing only takes us down to that bundle of joy and the glow energy in those globe eyes, that one day it all began. Yes, you know what I am talking about. The day you first went to school, kiss you first girl, or for most of us just do anything without anybody’s consent. We all kind stupid on that first day though. I mean how many of us ate their lunch boxes at home the first week when they started primary school or stay in their offices on first job to pretend they are preoccupied to avoid that bond. The lesson here is not to cave in back into our little holes and grow our faces hairy, no; no it is a humane symbol of adaptation. We are the greatest being to defy time and the odds and still live to tell. That is just profound.

Talking about lessons, they are learnt every time when we think we are on our best guard of cautions and conscious acts, somehow mistakes feels like GPS guidance when the storm is over and you have found the correct route. Something you don’t find when you try to be a perfectionist at heart and manifestations that undermine the true nature of learning.

Turning...

The meaning of it all and the random events in the eventuality, how often to embrace the spark of warmth that in each day we all can be able to wake up to with just you in my face. Knowing that it all begins with the simple samples and temples of transition we await the coming of age with anticipation. Good exist with evil, darkness amongst shades when we disappear for comfort, all too well for natural order.

Peace? Peace is when you sleep your thoughts so deep that the only dream you cherish is the free breath of solace within the space of empty existence. Dying so much hard being habitual orientations of our lives we strive on with technicality- my courage my own age.

Go on!!!

To the each blade of grass, the fallen leaves of history on your page, to the sun spark of energy that moves the wind beneath the alteration of the birds and skies that roam blue with your heartbeat and thoughts. Your soul in time with the true sedation of clarity and tranquil prospects of submission to what you can take with seconds. Sometimes going on is the only wage of being you can become in seeing where your feet take you; you travel within the sense of order to ease out the age and the memories. Faces take you to spaces and taxis to a journey of paces; all you have to do is go on.

Things about us.

When you stop to the exact instance of awareness and clear state of purity you amaze yourself with impossibilities that stretch a beyond of what passion compels. The prospects of consciousness visible to the wise glance of a chance that each one of us encounter within the space of a lifetime are a glory on its own. Your love and my time, endless is the little specifics that we keep so close to forever are our guidance. It takes one good heart and one warm hand for the comfort that humanity is, the spirit of knowing you can go on down the wire and be that of what someone want is a remarkable feeling.

The negative energy that builds cynically so with few things to cherish on is a downfall we all have to deal with, sentiments and tempers , hope and all that drives the wounded souls of the hurt simplicity to clarity of what is merely a clear noble act. Critical is the strength of courageous will to pick up and move with supportive strategies to travel a road you can only travel not because whose son are you or what flag you bear with your bag of less comfort-life. The pursuit of patience takes more than waiting; it’s a technique of reform into tranquility with much more conviction to expect. It is the inspiration in time where moments are relevant to detailed eventuality.

Adaptation the basic instinct of our feelings to change, the paradigm shift of profound sense of being is sometimes what makes things about us more correctly unique in all respects. The ability to be able to tackle a variety of life’s spheres without a prescribed tone of automation is an amazing force of our existence.
Choices the personal map of our personality in shaping us to what we always become with the coming of age. Sometimes the best thing you can do to win is to lose, an element of illusion that state a lesson for the many more decisions of same legion that are sure to come with the future. Learning curves can only bend with time and mature to what repeat will never be at that certain corner you learnt the consequence from afore.

Everything about life is time, the exact precision of a circumstance, the tiny possibility that you can give a chance to, the tick-tock sense of urgency; the tip toe orientation of timing, all that amazing calculation is what keeps us going. Each day finding a way to go on and lay on our burdens always hoping to pay the debt of being what you have to do each day to have a survival is only a responsibility.

Diski dance!!!

Let’s say I don’t belong to any political party and I don’t have any share to any tender that built new roads, let alone let’s say I don’t have a cheap Chinese Bafana shirt and I can’t move a toe for a diski dance. Yes the fever is high and it is here and we all feeling it somehow…..patriotic obligations to some but the support goes a long way either way. But I am sure the same fat cats who will pull their weights to the bank after the world cup will be even feeling it better as we blow our lips dry to the vuvuzelas.

I fully support our boys out there; they have shown a great amount of commitment to playing the ball towards the net of recent. Hopefully their efforts of conviction will get us to some African prospect.

Who are we?

The next time you try to pull a rabbit out of the hat, think hard about the illusion because sometimes tricks are not. We live in a world where governments are run by a man with a red nose to preach democracy in the name of capitalism. Our pursuits are of corporation aspirations, my company against yours, monopolize not to share or make a billion every year until each book of inheritance bears a son.

Who are we exactly? And I mean not what some hot shot therapist who was high on his yoga extensions told you. We are kept busy not to know ourselves. All we do is run the same toothpaste down the throat to pull a sock in the office to impress our bosses so that someday they might give us a corner office with a genuine leather “throne” chair to view the bloody city from a bigger angle of the glass.

Belong or be gone? The dust cloud behind our troubles in the sense of identity is artificial. I’ll tell you what we are not. We are not slaves but chained with addiction to what we can live without and we are not fools but married to silk curtains of pleasure over our faces.

We are a great nation of survivors, articulate people at mastery, sweet at heart, warm at an eye, caring at a touch, and lovely at a thought, passionate at a heartbeat and compassionate with hospitality

27-04-2010-RSA

The relic of our history into being goes beyond racial memories that entails years of imperialistic policies that exclude the economic and social opportunities for a group of people. We have to continue to do our best to set an environment conducive for less communal polarization even when the incitings are just mere coincidences. The consultation principle to portray distinctions with intent to justify history with political maneuvers to dance a tune with a prune articulation is only absurd and critical. Freedom is a critical will when you have it at your finger tips.

……….Tributes ………….Today

We die into memories of the living; life comes at an age like a friend to only call a fiend at the end. We ask why now when we know how. Losing somebody you love is truly a pain you can only not want to explain with the voluntaries of emotions that are promotional to a sad face. You sustain happiness at each day that prevails with the little hope of the unknown knowing you will never know. We rest our comfort in the peace to cherish a well lived life to what is a piece of our own hearts. Our eyes fill in the go away spirit to cry tears of hurt, we put aside dark and cherish the spark of what will never be sparkling in the scar convictions to celebrate or curse.

Most is lost in the cost of a day in a way that it will always forever be gone. I carry my heart each day with love to cherish and sadness to find peace. I ask how can something so careful and beautiful at a breath be done out by worth when all that is earth goes gloom? Precious at being timely, seconds are more; life is the most amazing thing. We spend our time on prescription everything-what to wear, eat, drink and love-we become ourselves when the nonsense manual written by hypocrites on how we should live our lives don’t matter.

We honor fools in a wagon and a horse to wag its tail with a flag and call it patriotism. Patriotism belongs to men and women who sleep on orthopedic beds and still have the courage to overcome their back pains in adversity to work for more than 35 years to be honored with nothing but executive oppression. Let’s love those we love now.

Giving You All Mine

Note the poet only to quote the words he doesn’t say in each day to play the way his sentiments pursue all away from his heart that part with such excitement to love. If I had a heart as powerful as an enchantment of the delight in your eyes it would fly like a butterfly only with your spirit. Pudding is pudding, fluffy, soft and smooth is the elegance of the cup. Women drive the crazy nuts out of us, we lose our boyhood attitude to push away pink flags and not share a toy only to fight other boys so that she gets the flower from the only shrub in the yard. My heart is heavy with caution and the proportion of what I feel is…the way she smiles in the morning beauty to cherish my temperamental trials in the kitchen or the touch of her hands across the technical explanations I can’t even start to tell. She sounds like no space would fit her face. She makes me sleep deep into the keen will to react. She is sweet at teen and completes streets with hopes. I can only cope when she giggles and I look into her eyes with anticipation. Whether it is the lucky guy who is carrying your heart with the thousand drops of delights down valleys and blue skies of sound the feeling can only be the comfort care beyond notions of credibility existent only to her. It’s a story of a young girl who paints in love and counts the stars with a smile to make you wait while you tail your heart to all that you think are emotions, women are just women. The day she became my friend I removed the fiend in clear honesty to convict intentions of commitments.

President Zuma’s moral dialogue.

We need to entertain the spirit of common moral conviction to defend our own cultures. Our sexual immunity not to invest efforts and debates such as social anthropology in polygamy should also be questioned in a modern structure with family values to commit in settlement and engagement. There is a certain pattern to shame our cultures and how certain things are done especially in the recent few months. We had ‘grab the bull by its horns’ issue not so long; we are not doing so bad ourselves, go to some places and the bull is just chasing a red flag and never makes it to the butchery.

Is polygamy degrading women? I never heard of a case where a woman was dragged by her own hair into any polygamous arrangement. Meaning we all need to love and be loved. Critic in the economic capability to raise kids in such a setting is always a catch. I mean how do you raise a soccer team and not keep a photo album next to the phone book. What is your take on the moral dialogue?

"Working Together We Can Pay More"

How much more can we really pay?Eskom's tariff hikes is just one the attachment that comes with our state owned enterprises. Look at the last recent season of political manifestations,SAA planes falling like flies, you can only say "Hallo" and beep beep the regulatory prices are just to high to cut you on that note and of course Eskom sniffing more into our pockets with its dark coal painted face of despair each year till 2012.We are capable of giving our neighbouring countries electricity at more less rates than ours,i mean geez this countries are covered green enough to produce a vegetable oil pool.In 1994 when we had our democracy the poor were told free electricity and all the gold at the end of this fabric rainbow, now the only thing you can do is to run at the end of your switch and look at the bill. More jobs will be lost no doubt about that ,as more companies even ever more struggle to meet their bills too.

Friday groove- words into the thick green.

Your right is yours!!!!

We seek peace so keen to keep the world we utter a kingdom of tranquil pure and true. Politics is an extension of primal order to control. I mean how many bills are passed without the interest or consultation of our own wills? We nationalize the contributable systems of our economics that are productive to an extent so that few capitalist can take more cake in the name of more jobs and empowerment this empowerment that.

The ill patients who die endlessly waiting for medication, the kids that you roll your window to when you are in the comfort of your car in the corner street, the men and women who sleep in trains in their way to work because the only hope they bear is a blue-collar status, the kids who write on their lap at schools, the women who carry buckets uphill against poverty and gravity ,it is our government responsibilities and not the millions disappearing into parties or tenders given into a chain of families. We need education, efficient health care system, access to sanitation effective structures, we need roads and toilets that are not are covered by blankets in the middle of ‘I can’t help myself zone’.

The moment we stop saying we can as a nation is when we lose our patriotic chance to take care of one another. We lose so much in not questioning why certain things are the way they are. Why should we apologies for the tax that we pay when every day we duck and drive sitting on our waist to avoid potholes?

What we need are leaders. There is significant difference in drinking coffee or taking too much supplements in the morning and sudden feelings of being a “leader”- caffeine makes you jumpy dear! Not wanting to be cynical and politically critical about leadership I think I will be modest enough to say that principles are the technicality of every basis in leadership. The last time we needed a rocket scientist was on the moon and I will save this one for the podium to say we don’t need any rocket scientist on board. Almost everyone can mold themselves to become a leader it doesn’t matter if your name sounds like a vegetable dish, always believe in yourself and act into some character. It is your right after all. The days of being told you can’t be that or this are over!

Sad Day for South African Cricket !!!!!

I am out of words with this one.Mickey Arthur is on the receiving end of the pitch for a catch-some balls he is catching.

What Was That?

The undecided world that fails when all that toil it is a chaotic order of existence, an existence of social principles that are justified so that we don’t confront our demons head on. There is a certain brand of tranquility within us to strive for all that it be- adaptation. Adaptation means change, some people are in marathon with just the thought of the word. Change is the dominant clock that fixes its aspirations hoping that tomorrow will be tomorrow or not and that the sun might dawn blue.

I mean how many of us wake up thinking that they shouldn’t wear a white shirt because their blonde secretary might walk hot down the office corridor and accidentally flood coffee on them-“though you would anticipate such with lot of pleasure”.

Anticipation with free will is an orientation of preparation so that adaptation becomes an action of perfection.

America's National Security:Made in China

Yep you have guessed right it's a firework wrapper i encountered over the festivities. The man is not only internationally renowed for terrorism but he has also made to Chinese markets-i wouldn't say an aspiring businessman myself.As if that wasn't bad enough already they brand his product 'Osama's double delight'.Delight? What the hell!! There is no delight in that "KA-BOOM".

How Can We Help You?

Hospitable as much as we want you would think that the merit goes without saying to be able to ask those simple words. The honours of a successful reception exist in the notion that clarity takes the cake in all aspects. Helping people is an emotional toll and be it a very social act, i still find it very hard even today.

I mean do you find it hard to pull the carpet?

So it begins......

The passing on of time into new. Meadows that spreads the world green when we are all keen to keep a season apart which for most is just an anticipation. The principles of nature to order persisstence of existence in chances that are only remarkable to an eye. The beauty of varieties opportune to demographic values beyond skin colour and orientations of distinct when it dawns with faces of hope. Happy new year.