Maktub.

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.
 
Maktub.
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Ubhuti bamuthathile izolo

ngaphambu kwenhlanvu yokugcina yelanga,

umpande nondima bekwinkonzo yokugida umhlanga

ubesexhiza igazi bemu xhixha ngesduna sesbhamu,

lopha ikhanda,

won’ usathane seboyomlanda ngehlamvu

ugogo agaye amakhambi

aphendle indlela yomhambi…

 

Izolo beliduma izulu kwehla uzamcolo,

izigodi zagcwala isililo

kwalahleka amasiko

ushaka wayeshilo

wathi leli liyophathwa ngodlebe zikhanya ilanga,

kodwa ukuphi mntomnyama,

baphi obhambatha kamancinza,

bhambatha imihlane yamadoda,

ubheshu libomvu liyazenza izindaba,

umanzi amnyama elangeni,

phuma langa sikothe,

kade sikothela kude.

 

Vuka mpande emnyama

dwala lami uhambe nami

sibheke emusamu

 

-Luyanda Ndlovu

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a power in the people

there is a power in the people

that’s why they try to keep us segregated

emotionally, mentally, and religiously

looking to prey upon our sanity

 

but

 

there is a power in the people

a power in the heroes

who know themselves as equals

 

there is a power in the people

a power in the people

a power in our people.

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the truth is the truth is

Perspective pervades perception

and pollutes the purity of truth.

Beware

the ghost of relativity

draped in a veil of reality,

addressing the body of your knowledge

as the bearer of the absolute.

Beware

the seas of popularity

paddling in the oceans normality,

the waves of which crash upon your sanity

and wash away your individuality

Beware

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.

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.

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a poem by Kukhanya Magubane

Time necessitates change.

I pray it’s always for the better.

Life or death.

It is simply that simple.

Either you’re growing or you’re dying. I pray that you choose wiser. Life is all around you, all you have to do is open your eyes. Look outside, and you will find wisdom. Look within, and you will find God.

The only absolute is that there are no absolutes.

Death is only certain for the body, but the soul can live forever…

The human spirit cannot be governed by the laws of nature, nor can it be quelled by the acts of men. Ascension is the only direction for that which is sent from heaven. I wish you nothing but, Strength and Stillness, Soul and Passion, Light and Wisdom, Peace and Love.

In the pursuit of peace, don’t ever let anyone take a piece of your peace. All are welcome to share in it, but, your peace is your own. Every breath is a blessing, don’t take it for granted. Breathe life into the lives of others every opportunity you get, you never know who might need it.

Live, Love and Laugh into your twilight years.

And when you look back on it all,

these will be your wonder years.

 

Time necessitates change.

I pray it’s always for the better.

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words

I have words.

I have words.

I have words.

 

I have power.

I have infinity.

I have forever.

 

I have words.

I have words.

I have words.

 

I have life.

I have death.

I have forever.

 

I have words.

I have words.

I have words.

 

I have today.

I have this moment.

I have forever.

 

I have words.

I have words.

I have words.

 

I have tomorrow.

I have the future.

I have forever.

Time necessitates change. Change is affected through power. The power to influence, the power to lead, the power to bring change. In each moment that my ink transcends onto my page, my words run an infinite invisible marathon, flirting with my destiny, in the crevices of forever. The power of words, is not inundated in what you see, in fact, it lies within that, in which you don’t. Words tell stories of our past, and share secrets from our future. Words transform today into forever.  A single word can change the world.

I have words.

I have words.

I have words.

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i often wonder

I often wonder what it takes to be great,

and then I look in the mirror.

I see my mother, brother and my sister,

God in the flesh.

I wonder no more.

 

I often wonder what it takes to be timeless,

and then I look in the mirror.

I see a boundless energy, both perennial and existential,

God in the flesh.

I wonder no more.

 

I often wonder what it takes to be loved,

and then I look in the mirror.

I see a sun roasted, toffee coated being,

God in the flesh.

I wonder no more.

 

I often wonder what it takes to be happy,

and then I look in the mirror.

I see Kukhanya Magubane, all I see is me,

God in the flesh.

I wonder no more.

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