Saturday, 18 October 2014

Looking for Pneuma: The Odysey

So before i begin, I'd like to apologise for the lack of posts on my side.... 2014 started out as a year in which I believed that I would relish this opportunity... boi was i wrong... In order to consider it pure joy, certain things need to try you and you need to be in a space that contradicts joy properly...

I have been Considering it pure joy, using the time to realise that if ever i was afraid of death, i no longer am... this year has thought me that wherever the grace of God puts you, He will watch over you... the Man upstairs loves me... with a love i have never ever seen in my life... this year has been my Odyssey to Pneuma....

I know what you're thinking right about now... seyini kemanje in 'pneuma'... I'll scampto dictionary it in a sec but first lets go with a stable dictionary....

pneu·ma
ˈn(y)o͞omə/
noun
PHILOSOPHY
  1. (in Stoic thought) the vital spirit, soul, or creative force of a person.

It is also translated as the Holy Spirit, but for all intents and purposes, lets keep it at "the creative force of a person". when i say creative all other people think is expression... hayi Modimo, when i get to this point i just wanna go into prayer until eks nat... ask me why? come on, i dare you... 
Listen creativity is not only displayed in make up and the composition of your cloths... neither is it defined by your hairstyle nor its colour... i have a trusted friend who will be called Pam at this juncture... Pam and I see things in different lights... where i miss a perspective she fills me in and vice versa... we have come to the conclusion that on certain people... make up makes the face dirty....

Now don't get me wrong, I'm not dogging on make up, hardly... I've been known a time or two to dabble in the art of Eyeliner and to play in the puddles of lipstick... and a neutral - nude eye shadow colour.... so understand me... i know we express things in different ways but now I'm raising a concern....
'IS THAT YOUR FORM OF EXPRESSION OR IS THAT WHAT YOU SAW OTHERS DO?'

A friend of mine, bless him and his view once asked me... have you forgotten that there are colouring books in stores... confused, i urged him to tell me why he'd ask me that... his answer blessed me.... he said, "WHY DO YOU DRAW ON YOUR FACE WHEN YOUR EVEN MORE BEAUTIFUL WHEN YOU HAVEN'T? I THOUGHTS YOU EXPRESSED YOURSELF IN YOUR ART, NOT ON GODS."

Make up was a means to an end, for you who are now made as hell at me... it substantiates my first point... it's like taking a country bumpkin, not a fence( no offence) to anyone... and putting them in a Balmein dress, Jimmy Choo's and tanzanite Jewellers... it would be beautiful to them... but you could see that it was never there style... and that is my point, we all seen to have one force of creation today... songwriters mold there songs into rhythms they never were, voices are curling and twirling more than the Lord intended and walks are looking increasingly the same...

these are the results of a generation that has invested so much time in unified turn ups, fashion choices and lingo that they'll tell you they have no time to find themselves, they are 'what' they are... 'what'... and not 'who'... 
WHEN LAST DID YOU SIT ON YOUR OWN... LAPTOP OFF, CELLPHONE FAR FROM YOU (you know you can't switch it off), MUSIC OFF AND FRIENDS AWAY... 

WHEN LAST DID YOU LISTEN TO YOURSELF BREATHE?

All things we take for granted, all things we never think to do... you have ten minutes to spare... always... the only limit to that is your mind... what is your creative force? did you even know you had one? what are you doing with it? how does it bring you joy?... where is the life in your spirit? have you ever heard it breathe?

The vital Spirit or creative force prevents sleep... I've booked myself a journey to Pnuema, that's what an Odyssey is, an epic journey... I've discovered with the guidance of how i feel... which is guided by Genesis... God is a creative force... look around if you don't believe it... stare at your ears...

In trying to define a creative force, i found that a creative force is contrary to a destructive one... this is seen in people who express themselves in distorted images... or hold back expression entirely... 

we are an inventive creed of people, whose thoughts and actions never seize to amaze... who's lives can be artistry of a beautiful kid... a tree blossoming is a great sight, for in it we have hope of future nourishment and the quenching of thirst and however that tree is painted is up to you... you and your vitality...

I hope we all find our creative force one day, our muse that only we will express in our own type of way... a muse we won't be afraid to offer nothing but the best expression, a driving force, a force of energy and light... A muse that won't need 4 outfits to find... one that won't walk away... one that'll inspire and motivate you...

A MUSE THAT'LL NEVER LOSE IT'S TOUCH...

And I Pray We Consider it Pure Joy...



Tuesday, 15 April 2014

I Am Myself Separated from you

“I Am myself separated from you.
And that may be the beginning of the end
Or
The beginning of the beginning”

Interesting statement there… I pondered over it and find that a lot can be taken from this simple composition of words. At first my overall view of this was that a sense of independence, for lack of a better word, was the first step in determining where relationships, outside of those you had within yourself, would be directed/ or would go….

Guess this morning; it became apparent to me that as shallow as these words were taken … they were far more profound…
Sometimes the people in our lives are a refuge… a warm safe place for us to escape all the other ugly things in this world…. A place we perceive as a place of safety... maybe even as the ideal place… our Eden…our nourishment, a place of fruitfulness, of sunshine and dare I say, a place in which we resume who we once were… a breed of people unashamed of how naked we are…bare… without fear of who may peek over… because we dwell with the rib of our rib… one who’s heart we daily endeavour to understand…to cradle ours within its warmth… who’s faults we accept and actually begin to fully grasp as times scars in them… a paradise of some sort where we rule by nature… and are actually listened to…

And in us… we reserve a special place… a volatile and delicate part of us that threatens to be our downfall… but still in the knowledge of that notion… we trust that our ‘escape’ will not INTENTIONALLY… funny how we can easily forgive in this part, when we believe it was really not by intention that we landed in the firing line… blooded and tending to a wound those far from us would dare not inflict….i digress…we trust that our ‘escape’ will not hurt us Intentionally hurt us…
See how I intentionally used ’not’ and not ‘never’… even though within ourselves we never want to admit the knowledge of the impending gebeurtenes… hello education system of S.A… its always there…
I AM MYSELF SEPARATED FROM YOU”… An intrepid realisation…” It Is Not  The People Around Us Who Make Us”… so many people tend to refer to people as ‘their better halves’ or sterlingly say ‘you complete me’… how?, when they have yet to even reach the point of their being, by realizing that one can’t fill that which must first create a glass…(because we are that fragile, just one drop is enough)… to be filled?

Let’s vy with an example… See the general problem with people who are in a certain city/place, is that they don’t tend to see the beauty in the city/place they’re in. They never understand why others find their abode a pleasant sight to behold…people come to marvel at this mundane place... yet evidence of its reality really just bores the heck out of the nomads of the place… why?... It stems mostly from the fact that what you’ve had for long, what you’ve been around, what has become a comfort zone for too long passes through the needle of ‘habit’ and depreciates in value at the introduction of something else, something new…something borrowed…

Like Eden, the true one,… a new and foreign piece of instruction sprouts, tantalizing all sense… and its unfathomed paths just entice your trudging… But following the story… bottom line is we still want for Eden… we long for a place better than the rest of Earth… The Jews longed for Canaan, the Rastafarian long for Zion, the Hindu/Muslim still long for Mecca and Christians, the New Jerusalem… these are all spiritual places… place one finds within themselves… for themselves… and that is the point…

YOU ARE YOUR OWN EDEN… AND THAT IS THE BEGINNING OR THE END”... who you are, what you find out about yourself, how you see things, how you experience things is the Eden you look for elsewhere… 
  
 Proverbs 4:23 “Above all else, guard the affections of your heart, the emotional attachments you make determine the course of your life.”…

Who you are is found within yourself… at what esteem you hold yourself at… What you’ve built yourself up as… whether extensive of te not… without/separated from whomever you may consider, at any point, whether your rents, friends or current ‘escape’... will either be the life or death you experience when they depart/ leave/separate from you…

We constantly are told that how you visualize yourself is how you unconsciously teach others to value you… plenty of examples… when you see yourself as worthless, your insecurity is displayed to the world and most… let’s give humanity the benefit of the doubt… people in your life treat you as the gum stuck beneath their shoes… that is the beginning of the end… because for all your life… your truth will be that you are worthless… and thus undeserving of the joys and successes of life… I Am myself separated from you… means exactly that… 

Nobody can change things for you but yourself… because although ‘with you’ I may be cloaked, covered or masked… ‘when you leave’ (obviously with what you came with/ brought into this)… I go back to being myself… bare…                         
And that may be the beginning of the end
Or
The beginning of the beginning
Guard your heart… who you are without other people determines your success, extent of joy, peace, confidence, hope, adventure and wellbeing… and that… IS LIFE, The Alpha of all things… or the extent of your sadness, failure, pain and hopelessness…The Omega…DEATH... so in essence, this statement rounded up says; “WHO YOU ARE WHEN THEY ALL LEAVE, IS THE REASON FOR THE SHAPE AND DIRECTION THAT YOUR LIFE AND RELATIONSHIPS ARE TAKING… SO TO DETACH FROM OTHER PEOPLE, SOMETIMES, IS TO GROW WITHIN YOURSELF... TO DEPEND A LOT LESS ON OTHERS IS TO GROW A LOT MORE IN YOUR OWN EDEN”…. Hope my point was made.. And clearly so
“I Am myself separated from you.
And that may be the beginning of the end
Or
The beginning of the beginning”

Kuishi na Kujifunza… Live and Learn…


-      And Consider it pure Joy

Friday, 4 October 2013

Identity Twerk

Today I'm sad.... To all who think they know me...i never am... And like any normal Human being...(gosh i hate normality)...... Ek het my dae...

Its quite a lovely thing to be truthful... don't worry angsazange ngayengwa... i just realise that a lot of people are dabbling in the art of double lives. I Call this an art as it requires meticulous precision and attention to detail in order to not be caught out...

For as long as i can remember, I've been a keen observer of Human behaviour and i always gave people the 'bentafit' of the doubt... even when my parents were warning me...  I remember once, i was watching some show and a guy named 'Phomola' was on there, guy had been in jail a couple of times and His mom was just fed up... she tried to help him but...hay kabi, rents often don't ask how to help...they just steamroll through ish in there way...mostly cause of their desperate need to help us...Any who... Guy told his story and i was in tears... Spoke about how he grew up in a hard way and how poverty stricken they were at home, he finished matric and looked for a job but found none...like most young mense, he had started drinking long before this and by now, one can imagine how it had worsened...

His mom was struggling raising him and a few other kids on her own.. so as the only man in the house he attempted to help his mom by joining some friends in what had become there employment.. yes it was a choice, a pretty bad one at that and he owned up to it... He served time and after a few years...when i say few, note...angsazange ngakhumbula...he came out with a better vision of what he wanted his life to be like... He wanted to start a car wash/ braai there by his kasi, drew up a business plan..took it to a youth dev centre and applied for funding... funding was granted and he went and got the jita's he was stealing with to come through and start over... jita's beat him up and took the money and left him in a stolen car.. and so the story went....what pains me is that immediately when he got help, via funding and therapy, it got so much for him and he couldn't believe it...so much so that he felt if he got disappointed this time it would kill him...he hung himself.

I don't remember crying so much for a guy I'd never met... but for me this touched me primarily because of the goals and visions he shared that nobody else knew.... people knew 'Phomola' the drunken thief.... and lets face it... double lives are tiresome...and most of us live them...

Its a fact that those people who can actually hide who they are around people have there reasons...however valid or daft.... but at some point it points me to something a friend said.... NO ONE IS A LIVING ISLAND BECAUSE WE ALL WANT TO BE ACCEPTED....we have friends/ acquaintances because we all want to be cared for.... to know that iemand at least spends a few seconds thinking about you... and because we like to talk....

and for that we find photocopies in the street...walking, talking, dressed and ready to be a copy if that is acceptances pay... Its quite sad how i didn't know what conforming was until Grade 8 when we read the road not taken... I realised that time that I'd rather take the road not even seen... because i refused to let myself get caught up in a blow by blow rendition of what others termed a normal person...

And of cause i did what everybody did at that time... tried my best to be different... so much so that at school i was one mens and at home i was a diffs person... ekerk angsakhulumi...i sketched something and called it dice face.... its quite self explanatory... it was like a dice but with different faces on each side.... whoever came from the left met the face and personality on the left and etc.... it was one thing, just like us, but was 3 dimensional....

I dare say that we all have gone through many phases before coming to know who we are...if we ever get there at all... and I'm not ruling it right of verkeerd i just realise that when those two ...or however many...people meet, and reach a consensus that they cant swap roles any longer.... you will feel tired... realise then that you will start questioning your existence and at that moment everything that could possibly go wrong...shall...most then resort to suicide.

others often resort to the devil attacking them...or joining things that promise to bring meaning into there lives... People are quite predictable hey... Learn to discipline yourself MOTHO..... Take responsibility for your thought processes and where they lead you.... there's no enemy attacking you...akhekho futsi,bantfu labansundu loniloyakho... ... It boils down to the decisions you took with whatever knowledge you had at the time...

Angikho lapho but its quite relevant to what I'm trying to bring across.... Stop living a dual life.... its tiring and confusing....life and its living give us a good enough run around as it is....never try and be a person rooted in something while your still finding yourself...quite interesting wording there, you cant exactly loose yourself... i digress...go through the motions, the phases and experience what you will.... but don't skip all that and be a conclusion your clearly not....

Its like a cake that sees one that's already baked and iced... however much it spreads icing on itself it'll always be outa shape ...oozing and dripping...and unbaked, nobody could ever eat from it...trying to be the baked cake in front of others....but being a premix before its fellow premixes, because they know who it is and what potential it holds.... that cake will never rise if you were to bake it, it would be crusty and all...and would probably be thrown away........

There is only one you....you know which it is when your around other people and cant be free to say whatever you want out of fear that they'll judge you... the person you try to be  before die mense is not you...

STOP TWEAKING THE REAL YOU FOR ELKE TOM, LIHLE AND JUMAIMA....DON'T FIGURE THAT THEY WONT ACCEPT YOU WITHOUT EVEN TRYING THEM.... VALUE YOU ENOUGH TO WEAR YOURSELF ELKE DAG.....

Speak out when its difficult...and let people help you.... we've gone through it...we conquered it....Stop saying one thing and doing the next...stop portraying one character... and being the contrary to others...stop living today as though you have one life in Amsterdam and one in SA...don't be afraid to be you, the one and only...nobody else can fill that posie...cliche i know..but so true..you are who you are for a reason...practise what you preach and improve what you tell others to...LIVE.

Find joy in yourself and be you...don't allow your identity to jiggle up and down to the worlds tune...NOBODY DOES YOU BETTER...

Consider it pure joy

Tuesday, 24 September 2013

Heritage.... Its all about the tree's roots

So its heritage day... never exactly knew what we were celebrating today... culture , tradition or roots.... until somebody said it in Swati... Imvelaphi.... which are roots...

Guess I've always appreciated the Africanness of South Africans..... those things you'd never find an American doing... hayi emadloti but like the shangaan dancing, the house painting and alles..
People often go on the 'if you dont ken where your from, you wont know where your going'... so i guess His-tree is all about the roots...the seed first planted...andazi if i'm making sense...all i know is that its important to know kutsi uvelaphi... those stories cant end... know your clan praises and teach others... understand where they originated and why...

I'm not on my usual rant until its long enough stance today coz its Herit-age manje... So i guess to commemorate it I'll just slaat 'n ou poem and hope you consider it pure joy....

From the swig of your veg looking cup,
I find a bitter strength even in the way you ferment, up
in the sky, the sun seems to be undone with you
gold brown dusted sheets that we call skin in view
that messy throng of black nettles that could hide all global secrets crowns you
the very ground you beat with heavy burdened feet, adores you
produces the life and soul of the soup you serve still you pursue
better lands that will bend themselves in soil and be true
yielding all they could, in salt water sweat and toil to bear anew
and better yet to produce of your wives the bottl'ar view

strength beating about the grounds in a rhythm that grips
the world as that carriage of good load dips,
directions etched by the sway of your hips
from afar the world pants to hear of the wisdom of the whisper of your lips
and in silence, you womb quips
Mothers come to you for what they term nursing tips

Even in your wrong,
Your shoulders are strong,
Carrying hope unilaterally throughout the minds of time in song
you, listen filter and emancipate the clashing gong

And yet you are fierce when enraged
The liberation calls to you, caged
and you plant peace tree tea's, when blood has been waged

But still it is your drum that soothes nations
parts and echo's back forlorn generations
It defies all limitations
Setting pathways home with fruitful plantations

And when you dance the moon stitches symphonies
Igniting truth, dignity and freedom into heartfelt harmonies
Which blot out all past, present and future soliloquies
In unity the people reach deep into odysseys
Triumph over all hypocrisies

Still you allow, hunger to entice you
watching for patches of material you made to match your hue
Having ID crisis's when Home affairs have told you
You are of colour,patterns, free frolicks and morning dew
of water, nature and shrubbery that naturally cares for you
You are of age old foragers and kings and queens, take your cue
Still you allow hunger to entice you...



When you wake to peaked horizons, thoughts of failure and the beating sun
Mama Heritages ponders....Iphi imvelaphi yakho Mntanami?...Where are you rooted Son?

Happy..(if that's what they say vandag)...Heritage day....
Consider it pure joy....



Friday, 13 September 2013

Inevitability: Consider it the purest of joys

I haven't written much from end of August, primarily because i went home..... now home to me is the place to reflect, heal and meet with peace...Not because of the environment there... but because of the silence.... meditation on the things I've been through , am going through and still will go through is as easy as closing your eye's.....

Lets just say, that is the place to be for me..... no noise, no people... just I and Silence.... Golden.. that ain't what I'm writing about so Chill die guava...Its more along the lines of a reminder....my topic, that is...

We all tend to have the 'regret syndrome' and that other one lbayi bitha ngokukohlwa, pecelethi forgetfulness... I mean cabanga nje, since you were born their are a couple of things that have happened to you, some by your own instigation, some by others' inception and some just for just...for control ane...You passed them, however sad, painful, funny or vague....didn't matter the time span.... some your still in the process cause you lie in hope that there's light at the end of the tunnel....and have been passing them...yet in the present situation you believe you won't.... hoekom?

I'll share something that's been very personal kumi....mainly because I don't like talking about the troubles I met along the way....rather the lessons they taught me....I feel it might be necessary for my point to be fully understood....

There was a time a doctor, actually two, told me I'd never walk again.... Lying on that hospital bed was already the worst it could get, at that time, i was mad at the world for letting me, a kid, go through the things i had and not even lending a hand....or at least bakhuthe kutsi sekwanele....[translated: or at least to just tell life that it was enough]... I was mad at that 48 999 999 people in South Africa, basing it on the fact that there were so many people but not one ever offered help....they actually did, but so bind in my emotional stat... i was blind to the help even.... cause i just wanted to stop feeling pain.... It was a lovely pity party...no guests... just me and my pain...

For me everything that could go wrong... just did.... it was the worst time in my life... and guess what? it was to some extent, my own doing... I was 15 years old and already... i did not want life and its living.... if this was it...then nje, dankie ngyabonga.... sale ungtsatsa Jesu...

I felt quite mad and i resolved to sleep....there were brief bouts of consciousness in there but they felt like the dream....sleep so you wont feel... Days OF NO FEELING..i termed them.. But cause this is life.... i had to wake up.... 3 days later....and guess what... sleep didn't take away the fact that i couldn't walk....but i had the most wonderful feeling to have ever crawl around my heart.....PEACE...

that for me was a defining moment in terms of troubles and such....I made it through.... and bona ke... i got the most amazing walk ooit...Lmao... I guess at that time, having overcame lead me to know that as long as I'm still standing I'll overcome...Ish will knock me to my knee's and still Through Daddy, I'll overcome...cause i stood up against the odds

So here's what I Am saying; "You've gone through ish and overcame, stop sweating what is or is coming.... remember that you got through that last time, and how you thought it was the worst time ever , worst challenge you could ever face..... Its a given that you'll get through"...

I'm not trying my hand at motivating but at pure sense..... I went through that without tears... but yesterday, hayi kudzala, i cried because of a memory stick.....LMAO...sounds pretty ridiculous doesn't it, that's coz it is... the fact is your never in a situation for too long...unless you make it a norm for your everyday life, but that's another layer for another day....

Bottom line, don't get into a frenzy cause your faced with a situation you reckon is tough.... it has happened before... you got through it.... LEARN THE LESSON: WHEN THESE SITUATIONS COME, YOU GROW.....its inevitable that you will overcome....you've done it so many times.... just Consider it pure joy... that your growing, being chiseled.... stop gooing groot bek oor al jou ongelukke.... its not gonna help with niks.....

Ok, so your complaining.... all that does is draw you to the problem, in which you'll never see the solution cause you keep seeing 2y-xz = b.....gosh i hated that, why couldn't we just use numbers....it was math class ane, why were we using English curricula then?..... i digress, i apologize, it was just illogical but getting back... when you see pain/hurt/disappointment and all those depressing feelings/situations as growth, you make your stay in them pleasant and thus finding a solution is easier because whether your in pain or not, you are joyous......

Stop regretting things too, that never works....stop questioning why things happened.... they did...finish and klaar and you have no power to change that...yekela nje, quit, kutilimata in such a way...oCoulda been shoulda been abasebente nakancane....these are just elements of living in your past... and what chance does your future have of being better, if you meet it wit your back too it... next thing you know, nalokho adds on to that bleak past you keep wasting.... growth walks in and your still stuck on the 5 minute quiz it last left you with..... yeyi, kaw'yeke ukuzmoshela ixesha.... live, grow... and for Pete's sake turn around...

The future has some fertiliser for those roots...a clipper for those branches and seasons for those leaves.... ain't no tree has ever died from growth, so just bend with the wind...and when its gone assume a better position...and bear fruit..

Growth is  inevitable and thus these situations are inevitable....simple....that's what started this blog.... growth, learning as i do....and considering every moment Pure joy...

James 1 v 2-4

"2 Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, 3 because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance. 4 Perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything."

Tuesday, 27 August 2013

Line up: Tolerancia

So against my better will and want, i have to use the proper dictionaries....you know scampto is still in production....in order to actually get this word in its proper frame and glory....Tolerancia....       

The oxford dictionary says:" 1 [mass noun] the ability or willingness to tolerate the existence of opinions or behaviour that one dislikes or disagrees with:"

The Longman Dictionary says;" [the] willingness to allow people to do, say, or believe what they want without criticising or punishing them"

ah yes....that BEAUTIFUL WORD, TOLERANCE. We have all been thought a mere fragment of it... In society , keep a good front, and don't offend anyone...but when your back home, or in a comfortable space....yidl'umcoco ngalendzaba... The other day i had a great spraakie with a guy who read  this blog.... guy felt that to some extent i was forcing my views on people....deep stuff hey....

I then again explained to him, that i love learning, whether its about life, freedom, diversity, cars and nature.... anything, i absolutely love learning... and i have realised that when you say you love your neighbour, you share with them.... and thus i share what i learnt.... my point of view about it... i share what has helped and still motivates me... So the choice to read really is up to any individual.... I don't believe in force in such cases....

Guy said i was being all smart... i laughed but realised something.... it is his opinion... and he is fully in titled to have it.... i may not like the fact that it was meant to offend me, but this was no debate....i wasn't gonna sway his opinion.... i was gonna let him have it....pun unintended...

See betunana.... i typa realised that as people, we like to be right....I often say to those around me that i don't like rulers.... its a strange old thing.... i honestly don't mean to not like it.... but it is solely because it has this uncanny way of just showing up your line, which you envisioned as perfect and straight....to an old crocked line, that shouldn't even be called a line......

I should like it because it corrects my line but hey.... i preferred my line anyway.... mainly because it was of my own doing, something to be proud of....( i know, all this fuss about a line....)...but nonetheless...it was my own...i liked it phela i drew it free hand awa...but with the stepping in of this wretched ruler....i start to see mistakes, curves and skewness within what i deemed as perfect....and guess what...so do people...

what you thought was right...your perfect line...will be introduced  to what is right....the ruler...and it will annoy you... peeve you... but its for your benefit.....LINE UP.... Correction has always been about care....it hurts yes but it has....BUT before being corrected....you deemed your line as straight and thus a ruler to show up other peoples 'straight line's'.....not knowing the full length of the facts....

Our straight lines are our opinions....and growth is our ruler...it chisels us to perfection...ad thus it is essential to be humble and accepting of people and their opinions....We all have different beliefs and values, we are all driven by different things and thus the discrimination of ones thought processes and perspective is illiterate and wrong..

sure, Sophie asimvisisi but asingamvaleli ngephandle.... sure unelitinyo lelisnaaks but xola sha....akakatenti.....loosely translated, 'sure Sophie is a puzzle but lets not exclude her for such, even if that one front tooth is abit weird and funny, she didn't put it on herself'......the way of tolerances says;" I DON'T LIKE IT BUT I WON'T DISRESPECT, DEGRADE OR HURT THIS PERSON BECAUSE OF IT"...

What I'm initially saying is, we need to learn to tolerate that people see differently from us.... that's why we are individuals, don't make someone feel as though they are uneducated or lesser of a human being because of their point of view....it may look/sound foolish to you.... but you yourself have yet to measure up to the ruler.... nobody in this world has an opinion that is fully correct or fully verkeerd..... we are all still living so we are all still learning.....

as a person, open up an environment of tolerance.... i mean people in Musina tolerate the heat, people in Mpumalanga tolerate the mango tree and those in Durban tolerate the mobs that come over in the Festive season....vele, iholide iseDeben... They don't have to like it... but it is tolerated just the same....In a certain degree it is the acceptance of the fact that we are diverse, and the respect of that factor all together....the only way you will ever learn is to tolerate.... 

Don't mistake this for acceptance, that in itself is another thing for another day....but they do interlock somewhere in there....but as a person....rather agree to disagree...accept that people are different and that their opinions are formed through their experiences and the information that has been opened up to them, Jonga Mfo... nawe ezi Experiences in which you formed your opinion on happened to you.... i may detest your opinion....absolutely think it is absurd but i must respect the fact that it is your own... it is personal and that your full heart is vested in believing it...



Respect people enough to respect their opinions... Bishop D. J Comfort once said;" if you don't know it or agree with it, don't critisize it....God hasn't given that revelation to you yet..it has not yet applied to you...so shut your mouth about it"..... 

I MAY NOT LIKE NOR AGREE WITH WHAT YOU ARE SAYING BUT FOR THE PURPOSE OF TOLERANCE I WILL MAKE SURE YOUR VOICE IS HEARD AND THAT YOUR THOUGHT PROCESSES ARE RESPECTED, I WILL NOT FIGHT YOU ON OUR OPINION BECAUSE I HAVE BEEN TAUGHT BETTER.... MFO I TOLERATE YOU.....AND....

I consider it Pure Joy....



Monday, 19 August 2013

In the beginning was a Word

We honestly don't know what hurts a person..... we don't know what makes them tick, we don't know what they think when they are alone....and thus our words must be sweet but true....

I honestly don't understand why as people we leave things to fester when we could just find relief.... like for instance, i offend you.... you contemplate whether to tell me but then decide against it.... I'm oblivious to this
 ( i can't read your mind....you know this).....now every time you see me, you feel your blood boil, your breathing shoots up and suddenly nje you wish to kill me....I'm oblivious to this..... so knowing you didn't and don't plan too ever confront me..... you pretend....and I'm oblivious to the fact that i lost a friend...but i have.... looks/sounds (both are wrong but nje) petty ne...... that's cause it is....(notice how utterly and totally oblivious I seem to be)....

What was the easiest situation in the world festers into a hate so immaculate that it can drive anyone to extreme lengths.... we have been taught never to say anything...never to pick fights....we've conformed to the misconception that talking doesn't help.....by the very people who say " umntwana longa khali ufela embelekweni"...meaning 'a baby that doesn't cry dies in the womb'.....

Ima revert to music, theirs a gospel artist, Donny Ngwenyama, who sings a song that says; "ufelani ungakhulumi, ufelani na unga khali, ngabe utolil'usizo".....roughly translated ' why are you killing yourself by not talking or crying cause you could've gotten help...( yeah...i translate manje...mense want to keep up shem) it is the most simplest thing....why hurt yourself for what will feel like an eternity....WORDS WERE CREATED TO BE SPOKEN...

Some people aren't friends anymore because they refused...(not couldn't....it was a choice so wouldn't/didn't want to)......to say sorry, they refused to sit down and talk....they let a 5 second word simmer into an emotional life time feeling they term hate.....(i say term because once they do have that much needed talk.....they simmer down and like each other again....they meet outside this feeling"....I hate shows like  doctor Phil and your Tyra banks talk show... because they show the dumbness...dare i say...of the human mind... so we couldn't talk until we got to TV..(whooops.....i said it).....we couldn't find a mediator in our lives......to the point where we will pour out our hearts on Tv....nes soos 'n victim..... give me a break assemblief.... especially during ezi shows

Are we that petty....? really? does our mind really dislike us so much that it would disgrace us kaso in front of the publics nje....? I refuse  to think so.... wars and genocides are started because people refuse to talk.... i would rather incite my friends as well then we'll org a quantum to take us to you so we can hit you...vir eng? haw kodwa can we just be practical...."hey listen, what you said didn't it well with me, can we discuss it?"....simple is it not...

Many people use the excuse that people don't listen....lemmi ask you this then, do you ever try? Approach is as much a part of this as the fixing things now is....  you cant talk like your farting....have relief but leave a nasty backlash in the air....you have to be controlled...realizing that shouting only deceives you into thinking you have more bravery than you actually do....don't overreact or over-think...breathe and get into a space where you'd prefer people to approach you in when your wrong.....believe me, the concept do unto others took me years to learn...but its a necessity in approach.....

WORDS HAVE THE POWER TO CURL AROUND A PERSONS NECK AND MAKE IT LOOK LIKE SUICIDE....BUT WORDS ALSO HAVE THE POWER TO BRING SUCH JOY, THAT ITS A FRUIT THAT CAN BE EQUALLY SHARED BY A WHOLE NATION.....Words are power, they are used in speeches to convince you, rallies to inform you, songs to sooth you and utterances to converse with you..... WORDS START WARS AND END THEM BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY WORDS PREVENT WARS..... the simple decision to speak now and heal now....to admit your mistake now and to apologize now....

the decision to say it now, to not let a feeling fester, to be honest to yourself and those around you....the decision to open up now.....may be the difference between the prolonged life of your relationships....or the death of honesty, trust, faith and hope...the intro of la disappointment.... Fix things now, that's where they  began...let it be where they end... jho motho, ensure that you dont have regrets....

After all the well of wisdom, coincidentally called the Word, does say..." the power of life and death is in the tongue"......so out of the abundance (what fills..or..the truth)...of the heart, may your mouth speak.....prevent...and prolong......Say it now, today...say what you need to say....in the beginning was the Word....say a Word....

Consider it pure joy