Destroying my Kaffir (Nigger) mentality, once and for all
Because of my Kaffir mentality, I have suffered many a loss and lost opportunities in my life.
Today, loudly, boldy, I declare - no more of this Kaffir mentality. Like many people I know and have grown up with, I have for far too long carried the kaffir mentality. Now, it hangs about my neck like a heavy load.
Put simply the kaffir mentality revels in its limited self, and has a few characteristics: eating, drinking, spending, smoking, gossipping, church-going devoid of action, bearing children, complaining, slaving for others, dealing, and then heading off to a freshly dug grave where people wail and extol non-existent virtues. I am sick and tired of the kaffir mentality, period.
And as I write, I am armouring myself, ready to break out of the cocoon of this kaffir (nigga) mentality and be the change that I seek. Read more
Speechless moon
into colour, you’re suddenly given birth,
sheltered in a
magic of silence.
away
from the ramble of your
ragged self, you erode into the
core of your world. out of your
sinews, thick clouds
splutter and ooze an
incessant froth of dark pleasures
that blinds your faith into an unending circle of
self-search. the quest of flesh coils until
you become as blunt as a heavy-hearted
prodigal. then, you begin to seek
the father of light again. die, you’ve to die
in your soul to become the break of dawn
you yearn for. Read more
Zimbabwe’s little flame
Out of the deep dungeon, it juts
Now, look at its bloom
Hanging above the eastern skies
So crimson like the birth of a new flame-lily,
As softly as a newborn’s heartbeat,
It rises —
Painting hearts in its awakening self -
Embellishing dreams of a new beginning
Weaving with its thread-like fingers something fresh,
Something as bright as grandmother’s tales
O, it echoes -
Telling everyone to prepare a place in the heart
Silently, it asks: are you ready to
Tend to this little flame called Zimbabwe?
