EarthChrissy

A poet, a social justice activist and lover of all things art.

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A collection of poetry recorded over the years by FossilSoul and features.

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THE BILL OF AFRICA -- Christie FossilSoul 2013

'Emancipate yourself from mental slavery, none but ourselves can free our minds...' No,no, no... See we work tirelessly to break our concentrations from this tomfoolery Yet they never seem to want to let us be See they force our shackles with their bureaucracy Do you remember when I asked you, 'Do you know about the denied motherhood to control the population of a nation not considered to be human - Woman?' Well, that was just the last of their resorts You know implore biology to genetically reverse our existence Praise to the abundant melanin God ordained to superfluous persistence 1894, Cecil John Rhodes claims his 15 hundred minutes of fame Decides to issue Mzantsi a bill for a meal, we didn't even know could be ordered Oh and we paid with all of our livelihood We paid with all of our survival We paid with all of our well-beings How do you think our Mothers existed only as kitchen maids Breaking down our family ties Proposing authority// oh I mean supremacy A real good wordplay to cover up targeting the human fatal flaw of authoritarian propensity Offering dictatorial influence to the ones who would turn against their own for the sake of recognition Then turn around and feed us the very same shit that they are very aware is killing them too Then and there the birth of Darkie delinquency then and there the birth of KKK Kaffir Killing Kaffir Then our townships were demarcated and our own nation started hawking skhothanes, drug-pushers and marhoshas The only lucrative business minds ending up as taxi drivers and street vendors Got us brewing up such hot stews of destruction that all we really want to do is run and even when our lives are monied and fun, all we still want to do is run We hardly want to set a foot back ekasi unless kuyahlatshwa ekhaya or maybe we're feeling nostalgic Buka nje sesiyanqena nokubonakala elokshini,  noma nje sazalelwa khona  LOL, the irony of white people saying they're too scared to come to the townships because we're savages And where do we think they get that mentality from  in this day and age? Coz even though we come from Ekasi Somehow when we hangout on Longstreet or at the office together, our savage tendencies seem to be momentarily nullified And the hood can't be all that bad, can it? Ibambe njengesiko lento engizoyi khuluma munt'omnyama Ungalikhohlwi ikasi lakho, ngoba uzobe ushiya emuva igazi lakho and even you will be a part of the ones that strip our hoods of the opportunity to dream Put yourself back in the shoes of the child in you Because we are not disheartened enough  If we are not bringing the change to our hoods that we once used to pray for Because we are not angry enough if... Why should we be angry you ask me...?! Well because Cecil decided to issue Mzantsi a bill for a meal we didn't even know could be ordered turned our own against us We inaugurated black on black crime So that all we have ever really had are these REDEMPTION SONGS.

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Love’s Indiscriminancy -- Christie FossilSoul © 2013

All it took was one heart, one mind

To place my love under his feet

Leave it an empty carcass and walk away

To place my being all over his manhood

And cum my affections into disarray

All it took was one set of lips

To kiss my intimacies into spoken word spaces

Searching for involuntary getaways

So I decided to write to you my truth to say

I see it in your eyes today

  I made love to his eyes

Which reflected the shattered pieces of me,

So that every time my eyes met his

I cried crimson tears

I made love to his hands that ever so intelli(gently)

Stripped away a layer of my dignity

Each time he caressed my breasts

I made love to his groin, which sculpted itself into a gyroscope

That beckoned my existence into a residual black hole --

The leftovers after he was done with my womanhood

See all it took was one heart, one mind

To place my love inside his propellant destructivity,

Leave it in an empty corridor

Dragging my light away

So I decided to write to you my truth to say

I see it in your eyes today

  And as we parted ways, it was amazing how

His eyes became Lungelo

His hands became Siyabulela

And  his groin became Kwazi…

I made love to all of them, all at the same time

One after the other, in shifts…

You know…

Like working in the diner from 6-12, the call centre from 1-7 and the club from 8 til 2

This made me cry four times harder,

With a panging so bad

But I couldn’t even share it with my mother

All in the attempt to take back each & every piece of me

That he so vehemently spent basking in my love

Only to drown my heart in pollution like carbon emissions into the atmosphere

  I remember having to mount myself inside his tendons

In order to begin fathoming the greatness

Of being elevated by a love so graceful

A love beyond even myself, I confess!

I remember having to emulate the foreskin of his manhood

Just to feel how amazing it was to be engulfed

By a being so intrinsic to existence

An existence he only came to experience by virtue of my presence

I remember having to hang on to his pout

To grasp the serendipity found in the intricacies of my thoughts

When I was so lost in him….

All it took was one heart, one mind to steal my heart away

  So I slowly began to take back the pieces of my heart

Which I failed to teach him to nurture

I slowly began to reconstruct my shattered perceptions of love

With the last ounces of compassion I still had left for myself

I slowly began to show me some love today

And in this way I returned to my whole self

And back into the arms of true love again.

  So I wrote to you my truth to say

I saw it in your eyes today

And every morning as I wake up

I say a little prayer for you

So that you may also find a life filled escape

From Love’s potentially damaging indiscriminancy

Coz all it took was one heart, one mind

To put my love into a sealed off trunk of treasure

Drop it into the bottommost pits of the ocean

So that I may never love another day.

  Yes I wrote to you my truth today

So that you may also be safe

From your own wreckless demeanors of self

I wrote to you my truth today

So that you may also find refuge

In the Lion of Juda-esque qualities

That dubbed I a conqueror

Banishing the chains of

My promiscuity.

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Join us in Table View/Parklands celebrating youth month and everything we want to say... 7pm til late. The Lounge, Parklands. 28 June 2013. R20 entrance fee.... Lets get the Table View world of poetry on fire. Peace! FossilSoul

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GREEN South Africa - Global Energy Exchange Network

GREEN South Africa – Global Energy Exchange Network

The website exists as a forum for the exchange of ideas, information and funding amongst organisations and initiatives dedicated to making practical sense of the term “sustainability” in South Africa and…

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SPEAK

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Powerful

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Camagu

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Africa is that vast stretch of land within my soul Undefiled by the stride of the colonial lion Hunting down the gazelle of my being. It’s the common darkness of our skin, Night; speckled with dots of light Different languages, cultures, identities All beaming around the common moon of Ubuntu, Chivanhu, Humanity. It’s this ‘darkness’ which they tried to defile With their light, borne by Moffat and Livingstone, Sent to rape our identities in missionary position Then fail to explain what colour the Father is If the ‘son is white’, thus Africa Is that part of me that doesn’t belong to Jesus of Nazareth, whose holey hands Have sent more tumbling to the pits of hell Than they have saved! Often I say these things and my own people Get cross and want to crucify me, They call me sacrilegious ’cause I have the balls To read the Bible upside-down And say what it’s saying when it’s saying What they are not saying it’s saying; Who’s insane?! Why not call me mean, because I mean What I say and I say what I mean and what I mean is Jesus is not the menace, no, It’s those that used his stripes to bind our eyes, Aye! Like those powdering the bones Of Nehanda and Kaguvi to poison our minds: I’m talking about you Gabriel, Lucifer! And all you other angels turned demons, All you fools of empty promises, Yes you ho smile for the camera and frown As you toast civil servants baking in the sun For daily bread. You see the African I am is not a Google definition, But how do I wean my siblings off the nipples On the internet and make them face books And realise that they are more than just a Facebook profile? That Africa is not straight caps, baggy jeans and cheap Fifty cent rhymes, no! It’s the song of Bambatha, And that beating beast beneath my breast That bellowed ‘AMANDLA!’ While Desmond was shooting his mouth like a 2-2. When dubul’ ibhunu was the right thing to say, Apologies white folks for any ricochet.

Zimbabwean poet Philani Amadeus Nyoni delivers a poignant poem that strikes deep at the heart of one of the most critical periods in recent African history.

Listen to him deliver the poem, “African Thought”, here.

(via dynamicafrica)

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CALL FOR VOLUNTEERS for the Arts & Culture Indaba in Cape Town.

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LEGALIZE

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I can’t understand why the front pages of newspapers can cover bird flu and swine flu and everybody is up in arms about that and we still haven’t really woken up to the fact that so many women in sub-Saharan Africa - 60 percent of people in - infected with HIV are women.

Annie Lennox  (via holaafrica)

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Biography of Siyasanga Madyibi

Siyasanga Madyibi – Painter

SIYASANGA MADYIBI’S BIOGRAPHY

I was born in 1984 in the small town…

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“@Greenpeaceafric: “We can’t solve problems by using the same kind of thinking we… http://wp.me/s14J3d-178

“@Greenpeaceafric: “We can’t solve problems by using the same kind of thinking we used when we created them” — Albert Einstein.”

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quote worth considering

“@Greenpeaceafric: “We can’t solve problems by using the same kind of thinking we used when we created them” — Albert Einstein.”

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