Cross country

All I feel like

Is to keep walking

Walk, walk and walk

the skirts of namaqualand


Cross borders

crunch the dry grass of the karoo

chew from the grazed of Griqualand

And drink from the valleys of tsitsikama

Watersheds of buffalo and inciba(kei river)

With no retreat

I want to listen

cracking sound of my shoe sole

Boxing the dusty gravel roads

No hike, company nor gesture

But a walk of a loner

Chasing electric lines

Beneath lightning arrestors

Just a walk

To a path led by

Direction of wind

From the rotation of windmills

I shall find my feet

Where the khoi

And the san

Are originated

‘fore intrusion of

dutch settlers

Who encroached the west


and later straddled

the African eden

The ‘Great garden route’

With havoc


No remorse

They stole

our birthright

Let us be true, and original…

A man without a name is like an unoccupied piece of land without a title deed, vulnerable to leeches.

When they start to sell these ideas of a persons belonging, they do it convincingly…

starting by telling us who we are, or who are we suppose to be and represent.

Once they begin to milk out our authenticity from us, writing off every link and ties that brings us close to our origin, our ascendants, You’d swear you’d been hit by tsunami.

Matter of fact is we are born of Clan names, a network that when it gets configured, reconnection brings us together, with an end game of relations amongs black.

They used to say “kuyinkunzi uzazi”

Who ever came up with the idea that our children should be taught about sexual activities at a young age, I ask: shouldn’t they be taught about our customs or let me rather say shouldn’t they be equally educated about African values, the history of a black person, and their practices, the story of NONGQAWUSE, KING HINTSA AND KING ZULU, the utmost importance of breaking down the clan names from the descendants of uNTU, to uNGUNI, the pillars of the South, uXHOSA, uZULU, uSWAZI, No NDEBELE? Or perhaps a study of human body in tribal terms…

Some of us understand what it means to be “INDODA” as much as to what it is to be “INTOMBI NTO”, “INTONJANE”, the purpose of “UKUHLOLA”… but those rituals are slightly phasing out.

I so, do believe that knowing these values, is much capable of instilling self respect to these young girls and boys, to take care of their bodies, traditions, and holding down to what it means to purify or rather to reserve from any impure activity as to uphold the importance of staying within the course of tradition, their pride by not defying their blackness.

We are African, these tales and myths needs to be unearth, they’re powerful, guided by our ancestors, thats what life orientation should be capitalized and how arts and culture should be infused.

Just saying!!!!!!!!


Why do I think: Power without Education is just suicide and education without knowledge is a danger to society. And any action without informed reasoning is a score settlement?

My mind tells me that when someone is in a state of authority, that person is obliged to lead with diligence, so to take into consideration of his/her surroundings, As stated in Romans 12:8 that “if your gift is to encourage others, be encouraging. If it is giving, give generously. If God has given you leadership ability, take the responsibility seriously. And if you have a gift for showing kindness to others, do it gladly.”

I think because that’s what shapes the future and tells a story when you no longer able to express yourself.

Though in some cases, true leaders are ‘knowledgeable driven individuals’ who appear to be more ethical, diligent leaders, yet very poor in terms of monetary rewards and their wealth of information is uncapped. They’re also very resistant to contamination, as they’re likely to put first the integrity and the needs of those who yearn and seek for development, owning up to the ranks they hold, proving to be the sheering force to transformation rather than being suffocated by power.

The mind of an intellect is of the greatest power, pure judgement and governed by the book.