My sweet love

Too bad, you don’t know,

Your better smile makes me a bitter sweet,

Maybe your love will unleash what is contained

 

I gamble with my heart

Knowing what could happen

My sweet, sweet love to be

I thought we could be township favourite love story

Why not now?

I dreamed a lot, now my dreams have changed

You stole my sympathy, wrap in a box that threatens

You unlocked my fears, made me wilder than wild animals

My sweet, sweet love to be

Never said yes to any good guy

But when it comes to you I get it wrong

Never break a sweat to any guy

Make me want to act like a girl, cover myself with paint

For some reasons you so right,

How can a wrong love me so right

 

Poem for Eastern Cape

In the hearts of eastern side,

One day I will return.

With impoxo and the spirit of abandoned but

 I’m sure you’ll still be standing,

Holding on to the wheel and spear,

That you were told it’s your saviour

Leaders find pleasure in your suffering

Rivals find comfort in your presents.

Yes, you raised heroes, you made legends

But you backwards in a race, forward in disgrace towards on

Embrace inadequacy.

One day I will return, to those valleys,

 Veld and the mountains of the great one,

Where my ancestors were placed, where home is,

One day I will defiantly return, to bring joy, peace and comfort

to the hearts of the unfortunate, pleased in mind, rich in pasture,

Surely my ancestors are calling me,

That is why one day I will return, to use my clicks fluently,

Dance comfortable and walk permanently.

To Eastern Cape, where my heart is, will be and was.

In Eastern side, seeing those beautiful faces, women dancing with joy

With imbola in their faces, entirely free from the world around me,

Ubuntu glancing, life excitedly and society in one,

One day, I mean one, one day i will return,

With my mouth unable to converse fluently, but surely i will learn.

One day I will return, to Eastern Cape

Hunger for more

With the Nepotism in my planet, essentially in my land, life compels

And factual morals are forgotten. Ancestors way of living are forbidden

By the rules we live in today.

What’s happening in our society?

Flash in our eyes made to capture, to imprison every moment,

Not to abolish every tale we ever had.

I sense discomfort when I glimpse defiance of young in open, forgive me but i

Feel pain when I see the future walking in distress, give their lives in drunkenness

Give them credit, but their lives were much easier. mine is too complex.

Simplicity is no supplementary.

But not everyone who’s multifaceted wants to,

Pleasure is the case, dissatisfaction is the face, eish did I say it’s the pace?

Wait a minute

Facing my demons with abstemious eyes, doesn’t add up, I need a fluid to go through

The night, where’s my pint to nip the tank of my thanks.

I’m jaded, guzzle, gulp facilitate

 Slurp!

It kills me to be unable to maintain my being,

Without sentiment awkwardness,

Just want to be intoxicated, without any guiltiness.

My hero dies in vein, my mother stress in pain, and my friends suffer in shame,

I didn’t do it, but the hunger for more led me to desire more.

Everyone’s scrip end is thrilled, but in one way or another, there is a season,

Life goes on,

I raise my left arm to touch the sky, stray the shy of my spry

In reach for the next resilience.

Heroes always live, but

Hero dies in this one. Because this is domain war.

You Live once

It’s not like the battles of the sexiest, where fairy is made

Out off.

It’s the reality that no one can’t flee from,

it’s an inescapable reality

We all wonder how it would be like,

since none was inconveniency

To uncover the story of the paradise.

 With the myth that waits to be unfold,

History waits for no one, even though the world is

In search for its true love

Troubled that it may encounter the opposite

Death is the threats, Eish it’s the case

Let me take you back to the sensation,

where my

Life was threaten,

sun stopped and occurrence took place,

For a second I thought it was a dream,

my brain was gone

Eventually I came back to life,

 with my pride stolen,

my mouth half naked,

Menstruation flowing through jaws, unplanned,

Tears dropped like

Winter storm, as sunset transpire,

the mission was complete, the journey

Was cut shot, we were no longer passengers,

street was indeed place called home,

Eyes bleeding, my eyes were burning like chilli.

Determined by a fake smile I made,

For a moment I thought

#Rip human kind sow, for Facts are not underlined

Life seminar repeats, from generation to generation

Articulate, eloquent, by my story above.

I for once outline the illustration of the gift i have,

Base on the lesson I’ve discover while on the wild.

Visualize an Image of a burning shack,

to trace the image,,

I had

 It’s like a sharp knife running through veins

Fate Lost in the wilderness, in the foreign land.

By the time sun touched the ground,

night Dies in commotion,

Moon rejoices with Delightful that the world is theirs...

Forbidding that some are broken,

I asked sum of many, if where is he, when I’m lonely,

Pictured his home turning over, Rising from the grave,

Lines running through the patterns I’ve created.

I waited for the Texture mode to unleash,

Democracy, it is

Because of democracy that i trekked anywhere I want, with no fear,

Nor anxiety, with full confidence that I belong to it, because many suffered,

And were tortured for the privileges I have today.

Many fought, few survived and the rest took credit for the dead can’t speak

Nor breathe.

Call me a survivor but I’ve done nothing, worship me, and celebrate my days

With joyful songs but I was never restrained nor told what to do.

It is because of democracy that I can speak freely, allow enclosure dance into

 The tiles of my own civilised floor, that I carried, shared and save it for the last dance.

Don’t blame it on me, but

It is because of democracy that African Nation is demonised, filled with anger,

It is the reason that I live in a small box, covered with hood,

Humiliated, discomfited self-conscious,

Sharing privacy and joined with insufficiency to carry the journey

And still smile that i belong into a warm community.

It is because of deficiency that we are joined in one circus, blinded by mist

In the veld,

 Reveries no longer occur; sometimes she thinks she will wake up

This will be a nightmare, but here I am

The mist has gone, but the perspective remain,

The roots have replanted

With free body’s, slaves in mind

Now the grass is brown, for the winter has taken over

....to be continued

Trap, accounts suck I don’t want to hear about them

Trap, accounts suck I don’t want to hear about them

Most people do say that. During my time at Edgars as a financial consultant, I approached people and help them to open new accounts. My salary depended on the accounts that I make (commission). I came across with lot of people who had enough of accounts; they want to close what they already have because they are in debts or just can’t pay what is expected of them to pay.

The is one thing I have noticed, it is that they get excited when they get too much credit, and take everything, even the things they do not need. I was talking to one lady the other day, she took a jacket, it was pretty small to her, but she took it, because it was on sale.

That is the reason why our people end up in debts cancelling, or blacklisted. We buy things we do not need because we can and struggle to pay back, its not because they do not know that they will still need to pay the debts, but the excitement that comes when their accounts are approved makes things look unreal and, taking taking and taking without paying and even better, they get R500 free voucher, when the take for R1600 or more. But the tricky part about that R500 voucher is, you can’t take things that are on sale or cell phone, once you take a phone that R500 automatically end once you take a phone. 

The real problem is not furniture or clothing stores, it is the matter of discipline, we all need to discipline ourselves to be able to move forward, having an account with credit, means you have a cash on your pocket, even if you were able to wear your old nice clothes in a party, because you have your credit on your account, you’ll be tempted to take new stuff.

If you know you not differ from the rest of South African, you struggle with self control, then accounts are not for you, continue using cash, then you’ll be a better person, that will be free from debts, phone calls from stores and you’ll be defiantly free from switching off your phone at the end of the months because you know private is going to call.

Brangelina Team keeps getting warmer: Angelina bought her Fiance Brad Pitt a Hericopter and Flying Lessons, You go girl, Keep your Man!!

Angelina Jolie has bought her fiancé Brad Pitt a helicopter and flying lessons.

The 36-year-old actress apparently spent £1m on the aircraft and flying lessons for Brad Pitt to go with the parking spot they happened to have built onto their European property.

A source told The Sun: "They've had a helicopter pad installed in the grounds of their south of France home, Chateau Miraval.

"So Ange thought it would be nice to buy Brad a helicopter as a surprise present."

To and from Cannes

Apparently the pair, who are parents to six biological and adopted children, will be using the mode of transport to get to nearby events.

The insider continued: "In particular, they would like to be able to fly to and from Cannes.

"But even though Brad has his private pilot's licence, he still needs to take a few flying lessons - which he'll start straight away."

Meanwhile the couple finally seem to be putting any tension between Brad's ex-wife Jennifer Anistion and them in the past.

According to reports, the Friends actress sent them a £500 bouquet of flowers ahead of this week's Cannes Film Festival, to congratulate them on their engagement.

Brad had earlier sent her a case of his Chateau Miraval wine