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I don't want to start with those cliché things but please believe me when I say I don't know what love is, I'm just trying to get my own opinion through. Credit Love. Funny enough I think love is like a business, you sell your heart to your partner whilst he or she pays you back in instalments. It could take 3 months or 3 years. They say all businesses have a Debtors Collection Schedule so consider your partner as one. He or she pays you a bit of love back every month and when it's finally over there's a piece of you that's gone. Call it Bad Debts shall we?
So you gave him 100 and he only returned 98. So now what happens? I always say if it's not 100 percent then there's room for improvement but what's there to improve? The way you love, show affection or the way you had an effect on him cause clearly you were nothing. Yes you were nothing cause there's no thing that you need to make yourself whole. 98 percent I said right? Okay let's take a kid from 98. Her heart gets broken and it's filled with a Soul Tie so she dates a 92 to feel 100 again. The love she now has is artificial. Listen closely now it's artificial. Yes it ain't official because she stopped thinking with her mind. What ever happened to the Mind, Heart and Body? If you don't mind what your heart looks like it'll affect your body. If you don't mind what you're body looks like it'll affect your heart.
So you should watch what you do. Think before you do but don't do your past thoughts because everything transforms if left for too long. You just have to Notice. Notice how life is better with No Ties and yes Ice Tea is Not Ice. Notice, No Ties, Not Ice. Matter of fact I don't understand why you enjoy these network dating sites. You think you speaking to someone of age. Nice fresh 24 year old. Thick, curves for weeks. But then when you finally meet her she forgot to tell you that her numbers got swopped around and she has a kid your age. It's harder for the girls. They ask for pictures and believe what they see. But they don't know that there's this new thing called Identity Theft. Yes it's called Identity Theft. I don't think you're listening closely because this is broken English, I Dent It, He Theft. It's a big tournament and the winner gets to be called Mr. Populator. Kids at 14 just want to Pop You Later? What is our world becoming?
So this Identify Theft has stolen the meaning of the word love. Girl loses her virginity and the guy picks up the scraps. Guys call it Credit Love but how can you begin to repay something that is not even refundable? This game has become a drug guys so let me be your conscience. Girls are becoming immune to your games because they absorb things that happen over and over and over again. So next time you take that girl's virginity you should tell yourself that you could get killed. Why? Ask the same guy who took that girl's virginity but still has Aids. Maybe you want to look at it as an investment. R500 bucks a month on compound interest. The same works girls. Heart gets broken every month to 2 years so when it finally matures those 24 hearts have now become 30 and you can't handle it. You thought it was impossible. Personally I think impossible should be removed from the dictionary. See English is a funny language, they forgot to put the apostrophe in impossible to tell you that it actually means that I. Am. Possible.
People today are not able to pass the bible. Instead they get tattoos and like to call it Tribal. Spending thousands and thousands of rands decorating something that won't leave you so Credit Love, who are you going to sell your heart to? If that person across the street tells you that he or she likes you tell them that all the money in the world, regardless of the currency, can be taken and given to you but it won't even be a deposit. Why? Because you are priceless. See God made you out of materialistic things. Why? To show you that He's already given you enough so why should you be searching for more? I ask you once more, Credit Love, who are you going to sell your heart to?
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We found love in a hopeless place. Common sentence used by people to
describe what they so apparently believed to have felt. Can you feel something
you don't know? Could you tell me what that sentence honestly means? Allow
me to show you the abilities of a human mind. A Mind Of A 16-Year Old.
There's two points, "We Found Love" and "Hopeless Place." Please read slow
and carefully. We Found Love. Love on its own could take days to describe.
Whatever you've felt when it comes to love is just the tip of an iceberg. What I
don't get is the face that its been found. If you find something that means it
was once lost so did you lose it? Because if you did then its clear that you
know what love is but do you know what love is? No you don't know so how
can you find something you don't know? Funny hey? People are so quick to
claim when they don't even know what they are claiming. That's how our minds
work, inquisitive but stupid. Yes some people were stupid and thought that
they were shot by Cupid. Cupid shoots the unknown so how would you know
when you've been shot? It's a feeling they say. A feeling that can't be
described. So in all honesty no one knows what this love is. They just hope to
get it.
This is where the second point comes in. Hopeless Place. Hopeless has two
words "Hope" and Less." Let me be brief. People have hope. Hope to find love.
People have hope. Hope to have a love that will find them. The more they put
hope into something they have less of a chance finding the unknown. Let the
unknown make itself known and you might find place.
But place has two syllables, "Play" and "See" right? How can you find love when
you play? If love plays then a lot of people would've found it. This great has a
lock and one key. You don't see the key because you don't own it. When the
unknown is ready to present itself to you then the lock will be unlocked and
shower you with gifts you've never seen.
So the sentence was We Found Love In A Hopeless Place. Now that the
sentence has been broken down I'll say the same sentence backwards and it
says: See Play Less And There's Hope That Love Will Find We.
People don't find love because they don't know what it is. If we stopped
gallavanting, inviting strangers to explore our homes then maybe we might be
graced by this thing we don't know. Might be shown the corners of a circle or
maybe might be given a key to unlock the greatest pleasure of life. See Play
Less And There's Hope That Love Will Find We.
2014/07/31 (edited)
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Black Blood was used to paint a picture on a Black Wall. Black Blood was used to paint. Black Blood. Blood bought from the very same people who stood side by side with you 25 years ago. Now that their kids have been given the Freedom you have fought for, all of a sudden that same Freedom must be taken away because they are taking land that is considered to be free. Not yours, free. So what do we call this? Xenophobia or Stupidity? Cause it was King Zwelithini who commanded for his former friends to be removed from this land now he has disappeared because he finally realised that Black Blood can't be used to paint a White Picture on a Black Wall.
So what has happened to South Africa? The most diverse country in the world can't accept a few foreigners. People look down on South Africans saying that we are too lazy. On average how many South Africans would rather choose to sit down and complain about the unemployment rate instead of being innovative and creating new jobs? How many foreigners do you see on the streets with their piece jobs? Thousands. That's because they understand that they came here to work not to sit around and expect Zuma to visit your home and give you a job. But who am I to address my own country. Will they kill me too? After all, Black Blood was used to paint a picture on a Black Wall.
So if I was to ask a fellow South African what picture did they paint I wonder what they would tell me. It's either you Black or you White they say. Whether you're Black, White, Indian, Coloured, Nigerian, Zimbabwean or Kenyan you're African I say. Imagine if all the South Africans in different countries were killed because quite frankly they are foreigners too. Please don't come tell me about being Black or White because Xenophobia is the result of confused people trying to see an invisible light. I can't believe we are having a repeat of Apartheid with our own kind. Those who fought for us are now considered to be the ones against us. If I could, I would change my race to Grey because sometimes people don't know whether they are fighting against Black or White. The picture is so clear you can tell that Black Blood was used to paint a picture on a Black Wall.
So what are we becoming? Humans that can't love each other. Why aren't the Chinese being killed for opening up their China Malls occupying more space than the thousand of equivalent foreigners and their small place? Whether you're Chinese or Indian, diversity makes you South African. We are so busy disturbing the peace and equality within ourselves that people who enjoy inflicting pain have even turned around in shame. Tell me what would happen to all those families that have lost their sole breadwinners, fathers, friends and most importantly, lost the reason to pursue a dream to make the very same country that took his only parent away, a better place? All these innocent people have now passed and I simply applaude you and say. Well done. You've earned yourself a job, salary, happy family, home, car and all of life's treasures. And all you ever did was finally stand up, walk out and increase the unemployment rate. Then next year you will walk in, sit down and complain about the unemployment rate. So infact you don't know what you really want. That is a result of a Black Painting On A Black Wall.
2015/04/17
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Your face. Is beauty. Your eyes are able to make mine immobile. I look at you with pure awe and ask myself: "Are you mine?" A question I'm too afraid to ask because I know not your answer or better yet, the reason for your answer. I lack the knowledge and the understanding of what beauty is yet I say your face is beauty. I say that based on the feeling I have inside me.
Your hands. Are beauty. Your fingertips are able to tickle a sensation only Angels were given. Those hands are the very same hands that make my world sane because in my mind I have a picture of you holding our baby and simultaneously it's cries immediately stop. Again allow me to say that I lack the knowledge and the understanding of what beauty is yet I say your hands are beauty. I say that based on the feeling I have inside me.
You. Are beauty. You. Are beauty. You. Are beauty. I say that three times to make sure that if you weren't listening to me then atleast you heard those words. Yes. I do say that with the lack of knowledge and understanding of what beauty is but I say that you are beauty. I say this because I have a feeling inside me. They say that beauty, is skin deep and the feeling that I have is inside me so the beauty that I see is inside you. There is no compromise or meet me halfway. Let's come to an understanding here, I am blinded by crop tops and mini skirts. You make my brain tired. When will you grace me with that powerful dress that kisses your toes and let my brain begin to imagine. Women complain about their sex life when they are the ones who purchase clothes that once knew the word coverage. Men are not aroused by simplicity so do not simply think that less clothes give you a dynamic complexity.
You. Are beauty. You. Are beauty. No really you are. There is reason to why a female dog is a B.I.T.C.H. The acronym stands for Beautiful In True Clothing Honey so when will you decide that being you is the most complex thing you could ever be. Following trends is easy, they have a direction but you my lady, you have a set destination so please. Reach it. You care what others say about you. Do words hurt you? Are you offended by what people tell you? If not you should be. Why do young women take joy in being called thick? Is it an achievement? You see God has been wonderful enough to bless you a figure because He wanted to give you a set foundation to withstand the heavy loads you carry on your head. That is never an achievement. That is being an African woman. Embrace it. Do not let scavengers try feast on you, you are human not food. Do not let any person call you hot, you are human not a temperature. Do not let anyone tell you that you are not beautiful, you are human not a simple thought from a delinquent's mind.
Your face. Your hands. You. Those things are all beauty. I care not about how thick you are or how low you can go. Beauty is skin deep. There is no surgical injection that can change that. I want you to feel your chest so that you can feel that consistent soothing harmony that is a reminder that no man can own you. They shall never be the reason you are alive because they were never apart of such a mesmerising experience and if you ears have been cut open by my voice I'll ask for permission to let them bleed because I will disturb gravitation and alter your balance with my last words. Your face. Your hands. You and everything inside you. Is beauty.
2015/02/02
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One day I saw this beautiful lady and I was hoping, begging she'd come stop
by my Petrol Station. It was the best in town. It had the cleanest oil and the
cheapest prices. My Petrol Station attracted the most customers and when it
came to this lady, I wouldn't even be mad if she was my only customer.
She drove past and looked inside and I made sure that my baby looked
appealing to her. But she continued driving, and she never smiled. I wondered
what I did wrong? We hadn't reached our peak hour? Or she knows too much
about my station. Days passed, weeks even. And nearly a month of this lady
passing my station every morning, she finally came on a cold Monday morning.
She entered through the back door, was astounded by her presence. She
greeted me with a warm smile and said: "Excuse me gentle brother but my gas
is low. I heard you were the best in town and that's what I'd like to know. See I
don't mean to be rude but I have no money so if you're able to do me this one
favour you'd be my favourite honey." If I said her voice was angelic, you
wouldn't look at me the same degrading such a mesmerizing voice. I went
blank as each word was a different melody in my brain telling me I can't lose
this opportunity I have on this fine day. I looked at her and said: "Well my
beautiful sister you are in luck. I'll fill up your tank and you won't even pay a
buck. Don't repay my generosity, take this gift for free, and when you are
speeding on those highways you will see. That my Petrol Station is the best in
town, and you will never forget where to go when your gas is down."
She smiled whilst opening up her tank. This car was a beauty, V12 engine,
1200 horses. I'm pretty sure when she was riding my streets at top speed her
hooter wouldn't stop making a noise. She had a yellow, almost golden-brown
body and with my magical petrol, she had a snow white interior. I got my petrol
ready and when it finally started filling up, I gave her 200 pumps worth and she
was ready to tackle the whole entire week. She took off faster than a
Lamborghini and I watched her speed past a red light. I told myself I'm the
best in the world at what I do and you wouldn't believe who paid me a visit on
Tuesday morning. Yes it was the lady with no money and she asked "Can I be
your first customer every morning? You keep my car clean and no one has
your kind of petrol." My business closed down and was only open to yellow,
almost golden-brown Lamborghini's with a snow white interior.
2014/04/02
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Black. White. Blue. Pink. Orange. I'll blend in. Tall, short, cold, warm. I'll blend in. She likes to remain calm, she likes to scream or maybe even lean. I'll blend in. People always playing cautious as if they got something to lose. Put in nothing, you won't get anything. You want to talk about your main chick? Or your main chick don't like the main...? I forgot the word. Don't need to blend in that much or else life would be boring. This all happens in steps. Before you sprint, you run. Before you run, you walk. Before you walk, you crawl.
So how is one a Chameleon? It's all in steps. First you get the ratchets, they are down for whatever. Slip a 50 and she'll give you 50 reasons why she should keep that 50. She don't deal with broke niggas. So I suggest you save before you earn a couple of reasons why you shouldn't waste your money. Then you get the normal girls. The ones who do everything in order. They kiss, undress then do it. Not do it dressed like kiss. She needs a bit of work though. Some of them are dedicated to things that don't involve you. A little tweak here and there and the baby is good to go. Not around you, not with you but on you cause every girl has a weak spot. Will you find it?
Sometimes you have to invest. Put in a buck. Watch it become a dollar fifty. Once she releases Her First drop, you wait for the ocean. But be careful. Once you open that tap, it will break and water will come in gallons and you might drown. That's where you get those undercover girls. Normal during the day but a freak at night. They smart at school and at clubs. They don't get down with people they know. That way their identity is always hidden. I saw a girl like that once. She told me she was obsessed with lollipops. I felt bad. I only had caramel sticks with vanilla inside. She didn't mind though and that's a good thing cause its good to experiment right? No it's not. She got so obsessed, she started liking vanilla killers and got killed by the vanilla. Stupid girl.
She's nothing like those hardcore girls. The ones who've been around the block. Hits lean, kills the spleen but still lives. Then when they don't have any thing they hit a spleen and emotions spill everywhere. Now you, you have to adapt. The weak spot is that brain. Speak in riddles and you're halfway there. Another weak spot is your hands. Touch her here and she's sold. Lust and slut are spelt with the same letters. I'm not saying girls are sluts but when a girl has lust, it's not difficult to shapeshift. Once the girl shapeshifts that's when spots show. People can arguably debate that's its manipulation but son listen. It's not manipulation if you didn't force her to.
You want to become a Chameleon? Adapt to these 4 people step by step and there's no one you can't adapt to. Son you need to learn that girls are not difficult, but they are never easy. They are challenging and smart. You just need to hold the ball first. Never listen to those that tell you that actions speak louder than words because it's the words that instigate those actions. That's powerful.
2014/08/03
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Another poem. Another story to tell. Another journey to partake in. May this poem be for those how seem lost and know not which way to take. May this story open your eyes so that you know that no matter what, losing faith or hope is not an option. I haven't experienced such a journey but Poetry is a soliloquy of what I think is true.
It was a beautiful day outside. It's time to tackle the world. It's time I become a man or stay a boy. Without a father figure to guide me, I don't know where I would receive the teachings of being a strong man. So I decided to go on and do my own search. As I got ready to leave, I picked up an empty backpack with a Bible lying next to it. I left it there to accumulate dust due to the love that I only knew. Neglect. I walked out and began to search. I met this lady and she asked me: "My son you seem lost. Do you know God? Do you know His word?" I could not speak so I went back to pack my backpack because I had no words. I would move my lips but nothing would come out but now that words are apart of me I can share my story.
A wolf can come in sheep's clothing. Who are you to trust a stranger who gives you the smile of an angel? The sun has now set. I was engulfed by the new experiences of this unknown world. It's late at night so people approached me and said: "Eyy mfana isekasi la. Sishova inombolo uyiziphi wena? Awuzazi? Qina mfondini uzoba indoda. Tso, gwinya la uzoqina namhlanje." I was so stunned. All I heard was numbers and strength. There's strength in numbers or do numbers have strength now? I was confused so I looked up and someone emerged from the darkness. He shouted and said: "Yeyi!! We don't want church goers here. Do you know God? Do you go to church?" I said no and I felt weak. I had to go back to pack my backpack because I was lying. The lies together with this heavy backpack made me weak but I guess the Lord wants those who have fought for him the same way he fought for us. And Revelations 22 vs 19 - 21 says: "And if anyone takes anything away from the prophetic words of this book, God will take away from their share of the fruit of the tree of life and of the Holy City, which are described in this book." So let this story be my testimony. "May the grace of our Lord God be with you."
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Hi. Hello. How are you? I know you don't like me but listen to me. Please listen.
Look into my eyes and tell me what you see. You know I like you so why are
you holding back? Us. Together. I'm pretty sure if I were to hold you in my
arms and let our problems drift into the abyss all that would be left between us
is infinite happiness. Romeo and Juliet would respect what we have because
they know that the way I look at you it would make their relationship seem like
puppy dog love. Can you not tell what I feel for you? Look into my eyes and tell
me what you see.
Speechless Couple. Let's start again. Hi. Hello. I miss you. Why do you ignore
me? I've tried calling you and I know that you have your phone in your hands
'cause I can see your updates yet you choose to let the phone ring. Lady if you
don't want me just say so. I know actions speak louder than words but you
have a fire burning in you and you don't want to show it. Well I have a dark
void inside me that's needs the light that you have. Look let's not get carried
away but I need to see you one more time. This time without the people telling
us how to date, without the people telling you about me or me about you. If
you know I love you then let's not get carried away. Don't try out 2 and 2
together because trust me with outsiders you will get 6. I know you still have
feelings for me. You don't show off what you have. Is it only for my eyes to
see? If you were to look into my eyes could you tell me what you see?
Speechless Couple. I'll stop trying now. If you believe that we've reached our
limit even though the sky is and we haven't reached that yet its fine. Lady just
know that I am The Man Who Can't Be Moved. I'll be waiting exactly where our
eyes met for the first time. Speechless Couple. The couple that no one ever
talks about because they don't have the words to explain them or the people
to compare them to.
Speechless Couple.
2014/05/17
Unfinished poem.
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Dear Daddy. You've been gone for so long I can't even tell when Father's Day
is. The last time I could remember running to wake you up was in Grade 4. I'm
in Matric now, 8 years since you've done that and 7 since you've been gone.
Dear Daddy. Why did you leave? Please tell me. I'm old enough to understand
now. I was only 9 and my boy was 5. Did you know that you left two weeks
before he turned 6? All he knew was that Daddy went to go visit his family and
would be back someday.
Daddy take note that I do not cal you Father because I'm still a boy who needs
to be taught the ways of a man. When I would loose a tooth you'd put a
quarter under my pillow but a quarter can't change into a dollar now can it? It
needs to be invested and through time it shall be a dollar. I'm not saying that
you were never there you just never invested the time you were suppose to
when I needed you. I remember the days I'd sit on your belly and watch cricket
with you but understand that life will never be the same without you. Dear
Daddy I remember when you and Mommy used to dance with me. You loved
the oldies. Did you know that I can't listen to Luther Vandross - Dance With
My Father without crying? Please Daddy please may I have one last dance. I'd
play that song over and over again because I never want you to leave ever. I
want you to come back and be my Father. I want you to look at me and say
"My son you are now a man." I don't get how people could hate their Daddies
when it's a boy's biggest dream to have a male role model.
I sometimes wish I could write letters to heaven so that God could hold in His
hands a message from a heartbroken son who just wants to see his Daddy
watch him becoming a successful man. Dear Daddy regardless what you've
done in the past, what you're doing now or what you're about to do in my life,
you my paps and I'm your boy. That love will never change.
2014/05/25
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Tick tock and watch the clock move back into the past. Let's enter a time machine and run into the past or step back into the future who knows? Let's go to a time where you and I were so equal we were considered as one. Let's go to those times when we were so high the sky seemed like the ground. Let's reminisce on those times that we went so deep you thought a bottomless pit was shallow. Let's... Let's Travel.
There was a time when I wanted to be your past, present and future but sadly you never thought that far. All you thought about is what benefited you. Whether I win or lose as long as you are happy that's all that matters. Well sadly tunnel vision only shows you a way forward not a way out. You never considered all possible outcomes, other ways to satisfy your needs. I know I'm a boy a woman can make a man of. I know I'm a boy that would stay up with you just to see a smile on your face. I know I'm a boy that can see the light in you within your darkest moments. I know... I know we can Travel.
I honestly thought our relationship would reach ground-breaking heights, but then we all know that you can't spell trust without "us." Did you know that success only comes before work in the dictionary? You were in such a rush to reach the top and I never understood why. You doubted me when I told you let's work and we'll succeed? You doubted the fact that just because we were not from the same world we couldn't reach an equilibrium. You doubted what I felt for you. You doubted... You doubted me when I said let's Travel.
They say a mistake is only a mistake if you learn from it. So if you do it twice what do you call it? A hobby? Cause it looks like you found a new hobby in being unfaithful. I heard that everyone deserves a second chance but do you deserve a third one? I don't know. Question: Will you ever find another person like me? You might someone who looks like me, but he's not me. You might find someone who laughs like me, but he's not me. You might find someone who holds you like me, but he's not me. Hell, you might find someone who cares, just like I did, but he's not me. We were supposed to be Romeo and Juliet. We were supposed to have a future together. We were meant to love one another. Hell, we were meant to die side by side. We... We were meant to Travel.
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