There is a lot I want to know...from who though?

What do you call your Africa…..what do you call your “ubuntu”,

are we a modernized black society or a backward generation following an illusion of evolution through financial freedom and freedom to do whatever our hearts desire all in the name of human rights and personal growth?

What do you call your Africa, your home or Ubuntu…..? Are we a modernized white society still going around with our noses held up high or in the name of sophistication, evolution and upper social status that no other race can acquire, no matter how wealthy they become? White or black, are you not African….?

What do you call your Africa…..? Black as a black man, more harry than a black man, praising statues that portray animals of the jungle we black men are said to be similar to and act like yet we are still hated for being black?

What do you call your Africa, your sanctuary from international tax laws, urban jungles and haven for blue collar crimes punishable by a mere sanction on your couple of millions of dollars acquired through hard labor by those earning less than a percentage of your total gross income on your interest accumulating from lucrative deals said to benefit the economies, society and country at large…?

“This land was stolen from our fore fathers and their fore fathers fathers…we fought for it and through blood and teargas, we won it back…the struggle continues….we fight on, fighting for economic freedom and equality” Are those words we should use to shield off our personal agendas and motives?

Were you there when they fought for this what we call Freedom….are we free post the 94 elections and passing of new laws…?

Do we know what to do with the said freedom they fought for? How many years has it been since the fight began, what have we gained thus far…when will it end?

“It is because of the sacrifices made by our comrades, mothers, brothers, and fathers that you can go to a white school and gain “proper” education for yourself, your children and your children’s children…..”!! What about the “basic” education….? Why must there be “basic” ad “proper” education for the very same people said to be equal or must be equal in all terms and platforms…?

What do you call your Africa, your South Africa, the place you’ve known for most of your life to be home? Is it just home to you and your ignorance bliss…? Is it not haven for drug mules, dealers and human traffickers?

Is it not haven for corrupt officials trained at negotiating deals on the roads, courts, holding cells and high rising Gov departments where all the money is said to be used for personal gains and lavish lifestyles?

What do you call this a place you call it home? With so many a holiday to suit and please the ignorant man on the street who’s thoughts are restricted by the looming long weekend and the amount of ass and booze to be had?

What do you call this a place, with so many tenderpreneurs showing off their new money and senseless spending sprees on commodities who’s values deplete with each second on the road?

What do you call the life you are living, the direction you’ve taken and the personal goals you got your eyes on?

The eye sees what it wants to see, the brain shuts out what it doesn’t want the eye to see, but the heart bleeds tears of anguish with each injustice done to your fellow human being, albeit their skin color, race, clan or places of origin.

There is a lot I would love to know, ask and talk about….but who will answer me, answer you or us should we raise our concerns?

Are we only good enough to be told what we hope to hear or will we be strong enough to stomach the truth, tainted or otherwise? Do we have the strength to accept it? Will we be able to know it should we get exposed to it or will our eyes be misguided and eluded from it by the bent and altered version of it?

Is there even such a thing as the truth anymore in the world we are living in……What do you call this a place that you wake up to every morning? Is it the promised land you hoped for? Is it the dreams of those said to have shed their blood for?

What is this, that you call your Africa, your Ubuntu, your Equality, your humanity……?

Are you an African, South African a Zulu or Xhosa when it suits you or need be….or are you a child of the soil, breathing the same air as our ancestors breath during their times….?

What is it that you are afraid of the most….? What is it that you are afraid to confront? What is it that you are living for....?

When I'm all grey and wrinkled

The day I grow old…..when my head’s all grey and eyes blurry, will I be remembered for the good I did, the humanity I showed or the pride I showed with each step I took, prancing like a horse on show,parading my ego?

The day I grow old, what memories of self would I have, all the blunders I made, will they come back to haunt me?

All the chances I lost out on, will they come back to taunt my mind with “what if’s” and “I wonder where I would’ve been if I had went along and took that risk”.

The day I grow old……would my grand children watch me wither in solitude like a fallen leaf blown into a slow flowing stream?

Will my own flesh and blood resent me for the anger, harshness and negligence?

The day I grow old, what would I have left in this world apart from memories of times we partied till the sun came up, drank till we passed out, only to remember less of the drinking spree or the people we drank with…..?

What legacy am I suppose to leave behind if I have never been introduced to one?

Will my advancement in my field of work mean anything?

What moral values am I suppose to pass on, do I even know what those are when I am still content with pointing out defects on those I call friends and family?

The day I grow old….and find myself empty and shallow would be the day I acknowledge I have lived one too many hours without realizing my worth and potential.

Adaptation......

Adaptation…….

I don’t know how it began or why it begun

Who it started with or where it began…

One thing I know is that it is necessary for surviving and advancing further in life.

I don’t know much about the word, but I know I got to keep on moving and change with times, even though time itself never changes yet moves on steadily.

I know I got to adapt, does that mean I got to change completely or partially?

Doesn’t “changing partially” mean one has changed, regardless of how much change he/she has undergone?

What is this adaptation if all we ever do is reflect on the past forgetting to look for solutions for tomorrow?

I adapt…how?

How do I shape up for an hour I know less about or know what it’ll bring, let alone how it’ll turn out to be?

What is tomorrow if not a couple of hours away from the first hour you started counting down the minutes left in this day?

What is this adaptation when I still walk up straight like the so called prime-mates from way back then, when and where time was not so much an important factor?

Is adaptation different from evolution?

When we evolve, we become better, and we make do with what we have the best way we could under those certain circumstances…

What about adaptation?

Adaptation: Does it mean I can  be the same person I was yesterday and claim to have grown or changed if there isn’t any substantial change or growth to show or boast about?

We are a backward generation moving forward in a high paced rate with no definite or concrete assurance of any desirable destination.

We speak of destiny as if we’ve seen our tomorrow….if that were the case, why haven’t we jumped all the sad aspects, moments, circumstances, trials and tribulations and fast forwarded to happier times and moments or to our “destiny”?

Adaptation…are we living in an imaginary world or does it really does exist?

Learn to let go……

Talk is everything...cheap or otherwise....

They say talk is cheap if you do not walk the talk and live the talk……

Promises are nothing more but cheap talk if they are not fulfilled right? What do you make of them or call them should they get fulfilled, cheap talk? Expensive talk? Is there such a thing?

Blah blah bla this and yadi yadi yadi that…I am great at doing this, I am greater than my whole family combined, my brains sustains my family, the money I make can feed you and your family for a year….etc…!! All that is cheap talk right….?

I applaud those who can speak their minds out freely and carelessly. As bad a thing as it is, I get it that it liberates their thoughts and their actions are backed by their words.

I applaud those who are selfish with themselves, as much as they take from others, have expectations from others, and horde everything else to themselves, they sure know how to save themselves pain, chances of being taken advantage of, possibilities of losing possessions or emotions they hold dear to heart.

I applaud those who do not care about anything else expect today. They seem to live in a world full not only on satisfactions but accomplishments. They live for today with no worries about tomorrow or what might go wrong or right should that tomorrow come. Their worries are limited and end once the sun goes down and sleep takes over.

I applaud those living in a fantasy driven by arrogance and ignorance, deep down inside, we sometimes wish we could harness their ability to think that the world revolves around them or that their fathers built the universe and the whole galaxy……they think you and I owe them a favor for crossing paths with them…they think pride is everything that matters, screw everyone and everything else….!

I applaud those with no ambition, what more can they want? They got people to provide for them, they have inheritances waiting to fall onto their laps, they have everything them deem worth having without the experience of breaking a sweat……

I applaud all these people and many other more with similar mentalities, objectives and approach to life, for without them, my views and objectives in life would have been limited to a small portion of possibilities and no encouragement to do better would have been gained in any ways….

 I applaud the most, those, who against all odds, made it past the milestone their parents and parent’s parents left off.

Those raising a string of cousins, aunts and relatives with a salary other’s call “an installment for my German Beauty minus the fuel she consumes”.

Those playing father and mother roles to families of 5 all younger than 20 years in age.

Those selfless enough to adopt that child from the corner who’s parents gave up on him/her and her ambitions to have a matric certificate under his/her name.

Those selfless enough to give back to the community without fishing for applause and rewards from politicians, community leaders or prominent beings with high social ranks/standings.

Those who pass on the knowledge they have, the cultural teachings, character molding and instilling values and morals to the next generation.

I applaud those who live in the suburbs but they have never forgotten their roots….and still have a strong respect for their tradition and culture.

I give thanks to you, for being who you are, for sharing your thoughts, for sharing your knowledge, for sharing your views and for helping me become who I am today by reflecting on your doings, the path you’ve taken, your failures, successes and determination to making a change.

Talk is cheap after all, question is, who can put monetary value on your life and what you choose to listen to or emulate? Be the change you want to see in the world and never be scared to speak your mind out, follow your heart, be foolish or admit you’ve made the wrong choices or took a wrong turn somewhere down the line……Life is all about that and more. The known, the mysterious, the ups and downs, bad and good choices, lighting a fire and getting burnt to knowing how to control the flame.

Life is you and you are what you make of it…..

Learn to let it all go…talk is cheap but a few can put value to many a word said and unsaid!