The only thing to be feared is comfort in servitude.
Death is only a necessary evolution.
In the fight for our humanity,
We will not tire.
South Africa is no home to me,
for I am no slave of a colony.
I am a free man,
and a slave to none but God’s work.
All men must die,
and I intend for death to find me doing my people’s work,
God’s work.
Black is no curse,
neither is it synonymous with poverty, misery
and all the evils they would have us believe.
There will be no rest.
As Moses liberated the Jews from their slavery in Egypt,
so too shall we set ourselves free from our misery.
But look not for Moses, not for Mandela, not for me.
Look only for yourself.
And if still you find no inspiration,
you need only look to the millions of black children in the world today born into a life of perpetual servitude.
Do not for one second be mistaken.
This world was built on the backs of our fathers and mothers
who came before us.
The elevation of the few,
and the degradation of the many,
came at the expense of the exploitation of the black nation.
the yellow nation,
the red nation.
I am, first and foremost,
a servant of humanity,
a guardian of the truth,
a protector of the youth.
And you will forgive my insolence
if I find no truth in suffering
no truth in pain.
Black people deserve freedom no more than any other people,
not because they are black,
but because they are people.
And for as long as our lives are worth less than paintings, lions, and serving the status quo,
you’ll forgive me
if I choose to serve my people
the only way I know how,
with my life.
I have not an ounce of hate in my veins
for no man, no woman, no child, no colour, nor creed.
Ours is only a revolution of love,
a love for truth,
a love for humanity,
a love for my people.
A love so deep
that it allows me to see no rest,
till all my people are free.
Free from fear.
Free to love.
Free to be.
God bless all her children.

the truth is the truth is

Perspective pervades perception

and pollutes the purity of truth.


the ghost of relativity

draped in a veil of reality,

addressing the body of your knowledge

as the bearer of the absolute.


the seas of popularity

paddling in the oceans normality,

the waves of which crash upon your sanity

and wash away your individuality


be where you’ll be aware

of the dreariness of truth.

dreary only because

you’ve been rarely wary

of that which is televised as truth.

the truth is,

the truth is

too absolute to compute

far beyond the reach

of human teach

only heard when nature speaks

so beware.


the false promenade to prosperity

proposed as the prose of plurality

when in actuality,

the duality of reality

often masks individuality

as the face of insanity

but how can it be?

for when I peer from the top of my mind’s eye

i veer from the clutches of ignorance

escaping an inhumane humanity,

solemn in the solace of morality.


Our Blood

When will we realise that we are all complicit to the systematic suppression of the human spirit? Today it is Aleppo, yesterday it was Paris, and tomorrow who knows? But one thing is certain, every day it is OUR humanity.

Every day, our humanity is sacrificed in the name of “peace”. When will we come to realise that we are all complicit in these crimes against humanity. Every day we threaten our own existence on racial lines, gender lines, classist lines, religious lines, sexual lines, and the list is unending. We are killing each other every single day with our bigotry, our racism, and our sexism. All of these things are OUR manifestations, and they are killing US. Never forget that violence does not only come in the form of guns and bombs. Beware the danger of the single story.

According to a NY Times article published in 2003, humans have been at peace for only 268 years out of 3400, which equates to approximately 8% of recorded history. The article goes on to report that “the total number killed in wars throughout all of human history range from 150 million to 1 billion”. Bearing in mind that since the publication of this article in 2003, we have seen the war on Islam, war on terror, war on blacks, and all others, reach unprecedented scales. To say one would be shocked at the approximate number of lives that have been vanquished in the wake of these “wars” is an understatement. Notwithstanding the countless number of civilians who have been killed and termed “casualties of war”.

Clearly if we have only been at peace for only a fraction of our time here on this Earth, something is drastically wrong. Clearly this culture that perpetuates the NEED for power is critically ill. Clearly the blood is on our hands. Clearly this image of a blood river is not unfamiliar to those who bear the knowledge of the lives lost near the Ncome river in KwaZulu-Natal during the war between the Voortrekkers and the Zulus centuries ago. Clearly this is more than just an image to those who’ve had to bear witness to the atrocities in Syria, in Nigeria, in Kenya, in Lebanon, and the world over. But perhaps no picture is clearer than the reality that the image of this river is nothing more than a tributary to the sea of human suffering.

Our blood, on Our hands, in Our time.

For how long shall we say “no more” without doing more? For how long?

And why our hands, you may ask? That’s because it is our blood. No one else’s but ours. Mine. Yours. Ours.

So don’t ask “when will it stop?” Instead ask, when will YOU stop? When will I stop? When will WE stop?

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