He once said

It’s ok, you safe in my arms 

Your Tears will never fall unnoticed 

Your heart will find it’s special place,

Somewhere secured

And sparks thunder, deep in one’s organ…. 

Your screaming panicking voice 

Will never wander the space unheard 

I’ll never keep distraction and infliction of wounds away from you 

But surely i’ll lend an ear for venting.

Without doubt i’ll wipe out your tears.

Its oka, u safe in my arms…..
…….To be continued……

12 September 1977…. 

A Sequence

of events whilst in detention 18 Aug. to 12 Sep. 197711
  August 18, Biko is arrested

Steve Biko was travelling in a car with a friend Peter Jones, an executive member of the BPC. The car was stopped outside the King William’s Town at a roadblock, by Lieut. Oosthuizen of the Security Police. The two men were taken to Grahamstown; the next day they were taken to Walmer Jail, Port Elizabeth and held under Section 6 of the Terrorism Act, in the custody of the Security Police under the command of Colonel Goosen.

He is kept naked in a cell for 20 days

For the next twenty days Biko was kept at Walmer Police Station, naked, manacled, and not allowed out of his cell even for air or exercise. His daily ration of food was soup, magewu,* bread, jam and coffee.

According to the sergeant in command, the soup and magewu were refused, and Biko ate little bread.

September 2, Magistrate’s visit

On 1 September a magistrate made a formal visit to Biko in his cell. Biko complained that he had not even been permitted to wash himself. He asked the magistrate for water and soap to wash himself and a washcloth and comb. He asked: “Is it compulsory that I have to be naked?

I have been naked since I came here”. The magistrate made no reply.

September 6, interrogation room 619 Sanlam building in Port Elizabeth

On the morning of 6 September, Biko was taken from the Walmer Street prison by security police, and brought to Room 619, Sanlam Building, for interrogation. The police state that they were with him from 10.30 a.m. until 6 p.m. From 6 p.m. he was in the care of the ‘night squad’ (led by Lt. Wilken) naked, handcuffed and with one leg chained to a grille.

Room 619 at 7 A.M. on 7 September

Major Harold Snyman, head of the interrogation team of five, arrived at 7 a.m. and according to his statement, removed Biko’s leg-irons and handcuffs. At this time, or very close to it, Biko received the blows that caused brain damage and resulted in his death five days later. The police were unable to continue their interrogation. Biko was again handcuffed and chained to the grille.

7.30 A.M. 7 September, Biko already has brain damage

Colonel Goosen was informed that there had been an “incident”. At 7.30 he arrived at Room 619 and spoke to Biko, who, he said, seemed incoherent and talked in a slurred manner. There was a visible swelling on his upper lip.

9.30 A.M. Dr. Lang dives medical check-up

The district surgeon Dr. Lang was called in. He examined Biko in the presence of Col. Goosen. At the Colonel’s request he made out a certificate that there was no evidence of any abnormality or pathology on Biko.

Night of 7 September. Biko lies on mat, chained and in leg-irons

The Security Police attempted once more to interrogate Biko, but he was totally unresponsive. For the rest of that day, and for that night, Biko lay on a mat on the office floor, manacled and chained by his leg as before.

September 8, Dr. Lang comes and brings Dr. Tucker

Dr. Lang returned. Col. Goosen told him that Biko had not urinated during the past 24 hours, and had refused all offers of food. Lang re-examined Biko, and then requested that the chief district surgeon. Dr. B. J. Tucker, examine Biko with him. Although the trousers Biko had been wearing (for the interrogation) and the blankets were now soaked with urine. Dr. Lang noticed no change and Dr. Tucker did not question Biko. It was decided to transfer him to the prison hospital.

Evening of 8 September, Biko is taken to prison hospital

A specialist physician Dr. Hersch, was consulted; it was agreed that a lumbar puncture should be performed. Biko was transferred to the prison hospital.

Night of September 8, prison hospital

A warder stated that during the night of 8 September he twice found Biko lying in a bath, the first time clothed in a bath filled with water, the second time the bath was empty.

September 9

The lumbar puncture was performed early in the morning.

September 10

Hersch informed Lang that the lumbar puncture showed the cerebrospinal fluid to be bloodstained. It was decided to consult a neuro-surgeon, Mr. Keeley, by telephone; Keeley gave the opinion that there was no evidence of brain damage, but Biko should be kept under observation. He saw no reason why Biko should not be transferred back from hospital to the Security Police, provided he was kept under observation.

September 11, Biko is taken back to a cell

In the morning the Security Police took Biko from the hospital, and bed, back to a cell at Walmer Police Station. He was left on a mat on the cement floor of the cell, naked under the blankets.

He is found collapsed

A few hours later a warder found Biko lying on the floor with foam at his mouth, and glassy-eyed. He informed Major Fischer, who phoned Col. Goosen.

He is driven naked through the night to Pretoria

Dr. Tucker examined Biko at 3.20 p.m. and saw no objection to Goosen sending Biko on a journey of 740 miles by road to Pretoria. Naked and manacled, he was left lying on the floor of a Land-Rover, with nothing except a container of water.

September 11-12, Pretoria prison

He was carried into the prison hospital and left on the floor of a cell, without any medical records, 11 hours after leaving Port Elizabeth.

September 12 ,Dr. Van Zyl gives intravenous drip

Several hours later, a newly-qualified doctor, with no medical information about him other than that he was refusing to eat, ordered an intravenous drip.

Biko dies

Some time that night Biko died, unattended.

• Bernstein, H. (unknown), No. 46-Steve Biko [online]. South African History Online

• Mufson, S. (1990), Fighting Years: Black Resistance and the Struggle for a New South Africa, Boston: Beacon Press.

• Ndlovu S. M. (1978), The Soweto Uprisings: Counter-memories of June 1976.

• Woods Donald, Biko, New York: Paddington Press.

Remember this? “Life goes on “

“How many brothers fell victim to the streetz

Rest in peace young nigga, there’s a Heaven for a ‘G’

Be a lie, If I told ya that I never thought of death

My niggas, we the last ones left

But life goes on
As I bail through the empty halls

Breath stinkin’

In my jaws

Ring, ring, ring

Quiet y’all

Incoming call

Plus this my homie from high school

He’s getting bye

It’s time to bury another brother nobody cry

Life as a baller

Alcohol and booty calls

We used to do them as adolescents

Do you recall?

Raised as G’s

Loc’ed out and blazed the weed

Get on the roof

Let’s get smoked out

And blaze with me

2 in tha morning

And we still high assed out

Screamin’ ‘thug till I die’

Before I passed out

But now that your gone

I’m in the zone


‘I don’t wanna die all alone’

But now ya gone

And all I got left are stinkin’ memories

I love them niggas to death

I’m drinkin’ Hennessy

While tryin’ ta make it last

I drank a 5th for that ass

When you passed

Cause life goes on

Yeah nigga

I got the word as hell

Ya blew trial and the judge gave you

25 with an L

Time to prepare to do fed time

Won’t see parole

Imagine life as a convict

That’s getten’ old

Plus with the drama

We’re looking out for your babies mama

Taken risks, while keepin’ cheap tricks from getting on her

Life in the hood

Is all good for nobody

Remember gamin’ on dumb hoties at chill parties

Me and you

No true a two

While scheming on hits

And getting tricks

That maybe we can slide into

But now you burried

Rest nigga

Cause I ain’t worried

Eyes bluried

Sayin’ goodbye at the cemetary

Tho’ memories fade

I got your name tated on my arm

So we both ball till’ my dying days

Before I say goodbye

Kato and Mental rest in peace

Thug till I die


Bury me smilin’

With G’s in my pocket

Have a party at my funeral

Let every rapper rock it

Let the hoes that I used to know

From way before

Kiss me from my head to my toe

Give me a paper and a pen

So I can write about my life of sin

A couple bottles of Gin

Incase I don’t get in

Tell all my people I’m a Ridah

Nobody cries when we die

We outlaws

Let me ride

Until I get free

I live my life in the fast lane

Got police chasing me

To my niggas from old blocks

From old crews

Niggas that guided me through

Back in the old school

Pour out some liquor

Have a toast for tha homies

See we both gotta die

But ya chose to go before me

And brothers miss ya while your gone

You left your nigga on his own

How long we mourn

Life goes on


Life goes on homie

Gone on, cause they passed away

Niggas doin’ life

Niggas doin’ 50 and 60 years and shit

I feel ya nigga, trust me

I feel ya

You know what I mean

Last year

We poured out liquor for ya

This year nigga, life goes on

We’re gonna clock now

Get money

Evade bitches

Evade tricks

Give players plenty space

And basically just represent for you baby

Next time you see your niggas

Your gonna be on top nigga

Their gonna be like,

‘Goddamn, them niggas came up’

That’s right baby

Life goes on

And we up out this bitch

Hey Kato, Mental

Y’all niggas make sure it’s popin’ when we get up there

Don’t front.”

Something I wrote in 2014



I am born of the late 80’s, with no personal experience of what the political struggle is, I’ve seen it on television, heard on the radio stations happening close to home. The mere results of Bisho Massacre under leadership of Oupa Gqozo in the formerly known Ciskei, I have heard people sing struggle songs, the vibe and marching in the latest years of struggle. If what I read in the history books about political struggle is true, for which it is, then I know how hard it has been to have lived in those daysI felt it too through the power of written wordAfrican people sung struggle songs to evoke what is built within us, spirit of fighting, of togetherness to oppose against indecency and discrimination, to fight inequalityagainst those who held power in their capacity and used it in their selfishness to make African people inferior, and particular black people. 

Today! post apartheid, I am one of those who still sing thesongs to fight against the system of our brothers whom who have the state of authority, as the blood continue to shed in the streets of BANTU for recognition that; we are too, deserve economical freedom, and equal share in the land of birth. We fight against political suicide, it is they, the people we fought along with in unityso we could defy and bury apartheid six feet under, and to bring us the freedom we once had and yearned, so that we may live in peace and harmony.  I am using ‘we’ cause I felt it too, from the hand of NelsonMandela in the “long walk to freedom, the pain as I teary read the seven days of detention of Steve Biko, before I read in the words of, “I write what I like”. I’ve  heard the story of amother who hoped to see her son (Mbuyisa Makhubo) after he carried an injured 13 year Hector Pieterson, to one day come back home alive, I’ve given birth to a young girl, that make me feel the pain that Thabo Mbeki felt on his son’sdisappearance cause I am a parent too. I am using ‘we’ cause I put myself in those shoes of the soldier who died in CAR,post apartheid, I imagine not the pain of growing without a parent rather the trauma experienced by Chris Hani’s childrenas he breathe by the wounds of a pistol right in his home, these are just few numbers too many of those that never get publicized.

Crumbled in the days of apartheid, death has always been expected for the activists, whom who thread and cradle in the face of death making enemies, somehow at risk of betrayal, sell-out by so-called fellow comrade and assassinated by of particular regime, nonetheless politically, to execute anyone standing in the way of freedom of the oppressed according one’s description of freedom in their own terms, as nobody was bigger than the struggle. The whites had their definition of freedom; African saw it different to their kind of acclaimedfreedom. No wonder comrade Tambo said “it is our responsibility to break down the barriers of division and create a country where there will be neither Whites nor Blacks, just South Africans, free and united in diversity” I quote. It is therefore today we thank those who have contributed their life and time in the common African dream. Mission accomplished!

One would be lost in wander of what South Africa is today,thank to the compatriot who made it their mandate to align forces with other foreign continent to see South African liberation attainedToday it is a proudly multi lingual countryof different beliefs and citizens whom who sleep, walk, talk, and die in the country. It is now a more united, independent, democratic nation than the age of time, with its state and ownership, its interest lies from the story that mother GcinaMhlophe portrays, the praises shared by Zolani Mkivaand other great poets, the traditional composed African tunes from those of Tiyo Soga, and Enoch Sontonga, to the waves on air of our African radio stations, the story that John Kani and Mbongeni Ngema depict around the world, to the journalist that keep us informed and alert in freedom of speech, the controversy of political groups, active youth programs thatkept the variety of intellectuals , the packed shelves of national libraries that infuse of the newly birth of South Africahistory, wealthy stories, from the old traditional healers to the Christian prophets who keeps the Rituals, Culture and Christianity alive, the sanity in a life of a man. Makes no wonder why SA is so strong in body. Well done cadres!

It is with great humility, great honor and overwhelming to have shared the 20 years of democracy parallel to the 50 years of our counterpart Tanzania formerly known as Tanganyika after it was colonized by Germany 1884. A country that formed African Association 1948, which began calling for constitutional reforms that reflected African interests, went on to criticize racial discrimination, calling for the Africanisationof the civil service and increased expenditure for educational loans under the leadership of Julius Nyerere in the 50’s. Its contribution speaks volumes as the use Radio Tanzaniapartially shared publication with the likes of the ANC and PAC to broadcast messages to the countryTanzania became apoint of contact and transit for the ANC in exile, with NelsonMandela’s visit to the country to seek financial and military assistance to enable MK to wage the armed struggle. As MK camps in Tanzania 60’s and 70’s for cadres training, set upsupport of the liberation committee headquarters by the OAUaccording to foreign relations of South Africa duringapartheid. You mark 50 years of democracy and within that there was South African unrest.

Thank you Dares Salaam for worthily receiving comradesfrom the ANC when they were banned in South Africa, accommodating and educating the children of South African exiles, thank you Tanzania, for letting them cluster, crowding, and loiter in your doorstep as refugees, for feeding them, for being a faculty of excellence in defense of South African liberation. A luta Continua!

Thank you Botswana and Rhodesia, Zambia, ZimbabweAngola, Libya for being a home to MK soldier’s host theircamps for the armed wing, the role played in training andissue material resource to execute the liberation struggles of soldiers, also for being a bridge, harbouring the comrades, joining force with Frene Ginwala to send Guerrilla trainees in an undergoing military training in China, Cuba and EasternEuropean countries to seek military training facilities.

If it was a letter I’d say; “Dear comrades of the struggle;Thank you, thank you, and deeply thank you for looking over our shoulders, for carrying us through while everything seemed dark and painful. We had hopes, high and yet uncertain, as we lost track of getting there while fumbling through the road of protest and uprising and all other sorts of fight. The dream seemed so far, fainted as we fought tirelessly; underground meetings were you camouflaged u, allowed the facilities/resources to be at the best of use without particularly aiming for something in return, only in the name of peace, and equality. I thank you for having eyes and heart beyond our dreams, for instilling belief when life went astray, put us before the needs of your own people, risking the life of the communities we settled in. God! You people, are of wonder, pondering heart. I thank that you’ve brought in a democratic country where other countries are still struggling. The hand of God the hand that gives is blessed and shall receive in multiples, Salute!  

Yours sincerely! 

The beneficiary

I have imagined the journey of the comrades who travelled the world of anger, hatred and despair; from this heart I’ve suffered the heartache of the warrior woman and man who fell shot in the veldt of this mother continent as they suffer the cause of liberation. My achieved dreams are made out of tears and bloodshed of those who suffered the cause of freedom.the bleed of internal and external wounds, the dust and air we inhale that comes from the blood and ashes of those who died, brutally murdered, discovered and buried, and those who perished and their body never been located… we have dreamt and wish the mandate of those who died trying however selflessly fighting for a future they would never be part of, the new bill of rights and constitutions that will suit the next generation to come.

We, the youth of South Africa we owe it to do good, dream and achieve big and make sure your effort don’t go wasted.  we owe the goodness of our heart, our being to the future of the new far-reached country, to work hard, dream big as to not to return the hands of time, freedom of expression has allowed us to say and write of any concerns in a manner of our own comfort and yet battling to express the gratitude, to the fellow cadres of freedom and their countries at large, veterans of African soil

Thank you revolutionaries, for paving the way, trimmed and watered the lawn so green that will thread freely in the land of birth.

Thank you South Africa for giving birth To Nelson Mandela, Oliver Tambo, Steve Biko, Solomon Mahlangu, Walter Sisulu,Govern Mbeki, Chris Hani and other fellow South African and their spouses… the list is endless.


The marriage never broke off, as Nkwameh Nkrumah once state “I cannot believe in the impossibility of achieving African union anymore than I could ever have thought of the impossibility of attaining African freedom… Africa must unite we have before us not only an opportunity but historic duty” 

In the words of comrade Mandela ‘it is in our hands’ now that we tighten up the relationship with other countries byattracting the role of foreign investment, and amending the clause of doing business in Africa. According to Bowman’s Gilfillan Africa Groupthere are few restrictions on investment for foreign investment, “investment is actively encouraged in all sectors of the economy. Although there are certain ownership and control restrictions on foreign shareholders, and specific authorizations can be required in regulated sectors, companies can issue shares for non cash consideration (including assets and service rendered)” I quote.

Managing the volume of imports, by emphasis of great value of export from the country and continue working close with the likes of UK as it remains one of the top two investors in the South African economy is a best way ahead. However amore of a practically approach is crucial, youth should command the growth campaign, and gather the hungry willingsoldiers of economy, get their hands dirty and learn the ranks through building more societies in communities abroad like the current ‘South African Chamber of Commerce in America’ to equip their current knowledge about the right procedures and guidelines, broaden their horizon and access information about the common interests of both parties (African and foreign countries), excessive networking that will lead on opening doors of sponsors and potential investors,assisting them, youth to become philanthropist of tomorrow.  

Big cities are flooded of those who relocate from the rural to seek employment, and some are being used as cheap labour.Deputy President Cyril Ramaphosa took note of unemployment during his speech on June 16 commemoration, he estimate more than third of South African youth is unemployed, that means government has a responsibility to enhance the work of existing NATIONAL EMPOWERMENT FUND, NYDA, UMSOBOMVU YOUTH FUND and according to South African medical journal the country is hard heavy on Alcohol abuse as the scarcity of employment and training skills has resulted in abuse of drugs, alcohol and other substances.

Like any country, we are now experiencing difficulties on the economy sector as the mining sector experiencing a significant ongoing labour unrest, impact on the broader economy as the job losses, also the social demand to banLabour brokers and the corruption in the governance. It is a national crisis where inflation has taken over the previous years, gas and food prices going up daily while a number of people held business on the palm of their hand.There’s a need for well educated, engineers for example, who can utilize the existing sources, from as small as a drawing board, thorough research to big offices of thetargeted investors and sponsors, sell the idea using the power of word, critical thinking, and assurance of good outcome to business owners.

Other aspect is the crisis of health, HIV/AIDS, TB, hittinghard in the presence of poverty. The fight against hungersimple depends on the production of food rather than processing, focusing on herds, grazing, and soil through installation of regular irrigation facilities like treadle pumps in rural areas were most people are starved while they have riches in their backyards. Department of agriculture and Development, entrepreneurs, youth and public schools from the affected areas need to come to the party as well becauseFarming is an unpredictable business venture, risky; nobody is willing to throw in their money where there are no guaranteeof a positive turn over. With climate change, natural disastrous like hot seasons, heavy rain falls, diseases on animals and poor feeding schemes. Emphasis to supply more of mechanism and all the necessary equipment to create farms that are productive and efficient, also encourage youth to go back home (rural) after graduation to force a meaning to jobless members of communities whom who reside in rural areas. Take advantages of the Business opportunities in agriculture, Africa is wealthy; with fertile soil and minerals,our infrastructure is of world class

I feel like saying;

So beautiful you are;

                                With the smile that expose your warmth;

A voice so sweet, words uttered so smooth.

                                                                     Blessed and dressed in a beautiful body

From a distance, a wonderful work of God is so visible 

                                          And it shall forever be cherished.                       


                                         Thats why i feel like reminding you that;

            I know how you walk, talk and react, 

       i know how beautiful your body is, the ins and outs.

  I know the birthmarks in numerical, the scars that decorated your body, 

i even know the internal scars thats forbids you from seeing situations 

        or view them accordingly to what they really are, not from the experiences of the past.

                    i see you in my dreams overnight, 

                               woke up smiling cause i knew you were with me in me in my dreams.

                                         God!  You have been good to me……. 




Owuuuu mdak’omnyama.
Hay! ubuhle nobumnandi bengoma,
Hay! uthando nobunye bezizwe, ngenxa ye ngoma.

Iqhawe’laxhentsa, liteya;
lixhakazela yimixhaga yeziqu zakwa lizwi lemveli.
Lon’elavela kwingcambu, neenzonzobila zesizalo sakwa Xhosa.
Hayi xhwayelo kulongqondo,
exhabash’umxhelo kwezakwantu.
ikhwang’ elizalwa yinkunz’ emanzandonga,
emaphondw’ axananazileyo kweloxhanti lenkundla kwa Mbixane.
Uzele Mashiyamahle, uzele uMbabala, uzele Sbhushwana…..
Lale ngokuthula, Nkosi yengoma kwantu.

Vele kakade kwakutshiwo kwathiwa “inkom’enqoma yintsenge bheka”
Kwakutshiwo kwathiwa “sohamba ngohamba kub’asilokhaya eli”
Kwakutshiwo vele kwathiwa “umntu, into ezelwe ngumfazi imihla yakhe mifutshane izele zinkathazo”

Kwakutshiwo maan kwathiwa “yomelelani nina bakwa Mbixane ngoba yena uloyisile ihlabathi”…

Kumnandi maan ubangum-Afrika xa kukho amadod’anje.
Aliphakamisayo, iSiko ne Zithethe zomz’omnyama
Azidlayo ngobuciko nemvelaphi yase Afrika.
Kunga kungasoloko kukhona amadoda azochankcatha kulommango wakwazwi lemveli……


I’m caught up of two beliefs, being a christian and a traditionalist, in a world of christianity where culture, tradition and ancestors don’t exist, part of my upbringing. A tradition that has taught me values of humanity, of womanhood, manhood and the value of gender with its stages of growth from a tender age. The african celebration and style in culture, the importance of ubuntu, and the weight the ‘thanks giving’ has. Black people, cultured black people had never denied the existence of the above, the existence and the power of God, dating back. Qamata was praised, Mvel’ingqangi was praised in mountains and those were the name used to call and respect the almighty that he is above all. We, the living and the dead kneel before him, we never praise our ancestors, making them God, no, we acknowledge their spirit is amongst us, breath does not perish the body decompose to the soil, the body get burnt to ashes, sometimes slaughtered and all sorts of things whilst the spirit lives and circulates in the beings…..
I often wonder if whether we’d lost the path as indigenous creature of the South of Africa?… I don’t really know….

I just wanted to say Hello!!!!!!!!, and here’s the plattform…..

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