Behind the curtain… God within
Our unswerving night-time visitor,
beautiful, beckoning orb,
donates to us, allure and clarity,
in exchange, gains grumbles and burdens to absorb.
Unsought, yet adored,
she glamourously glistens;
smoothly polished with the promise of peace.
Life is strange… life is what we make of it!
Life is strange.
This sheer, shiny speck of information
evidently eludes my day-to-day,
Run off the treadmill..? Continue reading
Julius Malema, what’s your disruption really worth?
We arrive at this disheartening split in the road,
singing a melodic chorus of grumbles and groans.
At the very mention of route decision
we crumple up our tired faces in disgust.
The mediocrity of behaviour makes us recoil
like the sight of a ruptured boil,
onto which the casual gaze was abruptly thrust.
A Western Paradigm
You know, all things considered, South Africa is still one of the best places to be, especially on this continent. Here, we have great weather, very limited exposure to natural disasters, friendly and pleasant people, a thriving tourism industry, and astonishing natural treasures, to name but a few.
However, there’s always that one person who has to spoil it for the bigger group… our dear President, Jacob Zuma, never ceases to amaze me.
From his words to his actions, he appears keen on making more enemies every single day. Recently, insights from a detailed analysis of his submission to the National Prosecuting Authority were brought to the fore by City Press.
Some of my favourites:
- Corruption is only classed as crime in a Western paradigm
So I guess that suddenly makes all your shady activities acceptable, then?
A big question not often pondered; Criminals: Who are they?
Not too long ago, I was robbed of my most prized possession – my late father’s wedding band. And it was really due to my own stupidity, as a driver in Johannesburg, sitting distracted; staring at the sidewalk with the car window wide open. These criminals… who are they?
After the initial cloud of disgust and trauma dissipated, I was left, as one is, a powerless victim, receiving little help from the Police service; just another statistic (actually, not even a statistic, as I was unable to report the case!)…
Then I got annoyed with myself that I didn’t at least scream something profound to the criminal as he made his escape, “This is not what Madiba worked for!”
All in all, an unnecessary event most likely caused by someone living in poverty just doing what he thought was necessary in order to get by.