Word engagement

Words from the heat dome of Soweto

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Looking for the sun

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When I was young, my mom kissed me 365days, subtracted by the weekends of not being bullied, only to realize she wanted the heart shaped kiss to stay vividly upon the face of men to transpire the love upon my soul. I imagine shooting into the sky, to

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Public announcement ; RLG101GP driven by a man of means stands against e-toll in pursuit  to be a nabob type of man.

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Expressional reading of creativity

  Why do I not have the right to justify the source of living life, by making means possible...

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his music makes me hum in the stars- Mayer hawthorne

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group of people affiliated by consanguinity (by recognized birth)- Family.

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This is the question I have been asking myself?

What is pornography to the “inspirational-developmental youth”?

Is it the resourceful fields of Adultery to an conspiratorial elevated youth?

Is it the fields of global system interconnection?

  OR , is it the developmental of electronically Inter-connection in solutions of men?

So i just skip next when I see it. 

lol.

  #Mpilonde Shady Manyike

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Passionately motivated.

Someone asked me, what do I do for a living, and with sincere honesty, I answered "I wake up everyday and try to look, and feel my best". #Mpilonde shady Manyike

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The sky is rambling from the heavens, dark cloud upon every soul, souls lost and souls born...we pray for better day

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Voice from Soweto (SA)

Here is my confession during times of an economic crisis:

I’m a young individual living in confined space, constructed with thin walls of a penny drop awaking, yet still unprivileged of the democratic change fought for. Parents identified and defined by 2nd level tax bracket, eating dinner of just two items in plate with occasional additives from Sunday lunch. I seek to find greener grass and a modus operandi;

Mind of an opportunist, and soul of a hard-man-ship I push, and identify opportunities of living the pleasure of my daily neuron stimulation. I studied human resources management to subject to how my parents came back home DAILY fatigued, and couldn’t be there for me in times of need. My dad working on holidays and still getting normal rate for overtime and for those annual reading to my parents informing them about their income tax certificate (IRP5), and for the random shock inflicted by salary slips, and the ignorance towards deductions of employees, which earnestly are, my parents. And with the protection fee which leaves you vulnerable- Unions. And the occasional conversations of my parents of employee disputes at work, and the unsatisfactory of their Salaries.

I am Mashele Mpilonde Manyike, a 22 year old, I help employees submit their IRP5 certificates, officered in my Bedroom, with motives of contributing the little of self -time to employees for family spending, rather than waiting in long queires which will result in acquiring, and transmitting the stress to their families, including giving legal advice from educational human resource hand books towards income tax certificate statements, on Enlightening employees into their financial status to a company.

In the world of the internet, I am presenting myself to the industry of generational intelligence keeping in mind that “pursue bigger and you shall achieve.”

By:Mpilonde Shady Manyike

#ambition#soweto#unemployment#Nelson Mandela#south Africa#YOUTH#DEMOCRATIC CHANGE

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Past - present

SIZE 6 ‘ALL STAR’ conversing in an Exaggeration formation of the Republic of South Africa.

  Location: hector Pieterson museum  

I will not be moved from my comfortable dwelling of ambition to die in the slums of the reconstruction of development programme of my own unprivileged fortunes of an education.

Let not my ambition be demolished by my subsequent unemployment. Yes! “Ambition is like hunger; it obeys no law but its appetite”, with the ‘Pass law system’ I apply for an exemption to educate myself and feed my appetite of ambition. It seems the traces of ‘Bigfoot’ are still alive (the National party). I feel like I’m still under slave labour enforcement, due to the economic difficulties.  I will not be a ‘spanner boy’ as my four fathers. I am not the youthful individual who will participate in youth recreation, in reasons to my growing aggression, and anger, which, will not result in joining a street gang of “ALL STAR” nor participating in criminal activates. “Frelimo”! I shout out.

  With the words of Sifiso Ndlovu, which wakes the dead within me “...the war is still not only about political and social experience but they also about our growing up...” in addition,  they are about the unprivileged inexperience of a young black men  for a 2nd chance to a better education.

  ‘Johannesburg Municipality’, once again without fail this time, prove duties of providing schooling and not recreation programmes, or houses, like in the 1970s. I will rise as James "Sofasonke" Mpanza in my community and not abuse my future state power.

With a crisis mind I ask; am I still under racial segregation? Have I experienced the turning point in the struggle towards a true South African democratic change? Riding from hector Pierterson museum on a Japanese horse (Toyota) like James Mpanza, I ask myself...

  To be continued by request...

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Africa My Beginning, Africa My Ending by Ingoapele Madingoane Africa my Beginning They came from the west Sailing to the east With hatred and disease flowing From their flesh And a burden to harden our lives They claimed to be friends When they found us friendly And when foreigner met foreigner They fought for the reign Exploiters of Africa Africa my beginning And Africa my ending They asked Mugabe Unataka nini hapa Wewe mwenyewe He said binadamu zote Ni ndugu zake za Africa Nimefika nirudishie Nchi zazimbabwe Mimi ni mwenyewe In Africa my beginning And Africa my ending Suckers of my country They laid their sponges Flat on its soil and absorbed its resources To fill their coffers Agostinho had spoken in the language of poets That they went away in multitudes And forgot their hearts behind But late is never a bad start in Africa my beginning And Africa my ending No easy way to freedom Ten lonely years black hopeful men Food being their wish Courage their pay Until Africa was respected For a leader had emerged From the bush to Maputo Viva frelimo Africa my beginning And Africa my ending I remember ja toivo Namibia is not lost Nujoma is not idle he’d be coward if he was You might as well know Germany In no more in Africa my beginning And Africa my ending Azania here I come from apartheid in tatters in the land of sorrowfrom that marathon bondage the sharpville massacrethe flames of Soweto I was thereI will die there In Africa my beginning And Africa my ending Lets do something Mbopha