Let us heal this growing Nation,
Let us heal this starving Nation,
As we walk in standard heels,
They walk in nothing, but they kneel
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Brown eyes hair covered with dust, We were standing at the edge while my country lust
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Born and bred in a small rural area, a village called Cala - one of the most under-developed places in the province of Eastern Cape. Where dreams of one day making it to any formal institution like varsity or even matriculating in a fully resourced school is far from reality.
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Life without a guide is like walking in the night without a light. It's like walking next to the blind person while you are blind, it's like talking to the deaf person without using sign language. I treasured life because she was always there for me
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Deep inside echoed their whispers, That I wished would die like flowers that have withered, They told me alcohol was like a palatable journey done, Church they said I should leave its time would come
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General beliefs contradict my personal ethics.
What matters to me now is how my life helps the lives of those around me.
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The people's community is working for freedom, fought the struggle and got out of misery,
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In the event of my silence, May the unspoken thoughts keep me sane!
Quietly driving the intrapersonal conversation
Hopefully refining my reasoning of the world
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The new Dompass is the ANC-ANCYL membership card & it has better rewards - jobs for the unqualified, no dismissal just redeployment, tenders granted...
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Black Consciousness, Bantubonke Stephen Biko stated it, Christopher Hani was assassinated for it, Malcolm X believed in using power to achieve it, Martin Luther King Jnr. preached it, Nelson Mandela was detained for it, And Barney Molokoane died for it
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I’m over this guy because … I gave him my all and he gave me nothing
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As a young boy growing up in a fast track life where everything changes everyday and so does your mentality..
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They blood was spilled in Soweto which is the garden that I walk, Their blood was water to which the fruit called freedom was born
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People, we're the same. You killed your blood brother.
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There he was, sitting in his barren shack, reflecting on last night’s revelry. Man, what a party! He was barely able to crawl into his sparsely furnished abode after all that bittersweet fun he was subjected to by his drinking buddy.
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Indeed each scar carries its own meaning, It explains the road travelled, Tells the kind of hurdles overcomed, It paints the picture of how a fighter you are, That your name must be written in the book of Heroes and Heroines.
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I am not impressed by your shiny BEE suit
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I WAS horrified last week by a torrent of outrageous tweets from a television personality who must have been exhibiting symptoms of temporary insanity. Or, is it perhaps an early mid-life crisis?
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I need to belong, So when they asked me, To smoke, I had to, To belong.
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Today I stand proud to say I'm a young ambitious boy who was raised by his grandmother in a four roomed, cold house with no tv, radio and food in it.
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I remember it like it was yesterday, this is how it began. It was on Friday night after we had a contest (beauty pageant) in our school. I knew that today it was going to happen I had been thinking and even dreaming about it, and finally it happened. The best day of my life and the beginning of what I call lessons to be learned.
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This freedom we've got is a right,
bestowed upon us as a priviledge.
This freedom I've got as I write, takes me
back to 'the times', a historical pilgrimage.
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I am SCREAMING! Again, I scream. But, nobody seems to be paying attention.
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Long, long time ago… Well, not that long, it was yesterday I dozed off in class because I was bored. And my classmates began to look at me as if I were mad. As I began to wander off in my little dream, I felt like an ant and my sister was so big. She seemed 100 feet tall.
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As my friend Tsego Raphuti and I concluded: you have not lived until you’ve been through a taxi rank. I am not the adventurous type. In fact, you wouldn’t be far off if you described me as having the heart of a chicken.
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As someone who lives in South Africa, I know its circumstances - the unemployment rate, teen pregnacy and drug abuse.
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