He woke me

I have neglecting this blog once again. Honestly I have a lot to say but writing is not my favourite medium of communicating. But here I am again writing.

This time I have something to say to you that has unsettled me and made me question many things. However I would like to state that I have no clear angle with this post. I have no solution and I don't know whether I will make sense to you.

The other day as I was walking back home to my res room, I saw a man walking passing me and something in me was disturbed. At first I did not know what exactly moved me and I did not know what in that man made me stop and think for a second. It has now come to my attention that I was unsettled by the man's face.

No he was not ugly or anything like that. He looked miserable and desolate.

I have seen sad people in my life and I have seen sad men too but this time something was completely wrong. In his blue overalls he seemed so lonely and distressed by something. I felt that he was sadden by something at work, something in the same institution we both know.

I supposed the man could have been angry or sadden by something simple. Not political or anything. Possibly his favorite team lost or he was left by someone. With all of this said I then realised that I was the one troubled and that the man's face woke something in me. My issue.

Today I reflected back on that day and have been questioning many things about myself and my surrounding. Never have I been so confused, concerned and puzzled about myself than today.

That man's face woke something sad in me that I was not conscious of. Something that hurts all the fibres of my body. Something that leaves me indifferent about life. What makes me scared is that I do not know what it is and when this beast will return to its den.

That is my story.

No more Love...

Grahamstown has isolated me from the rest of South Africa. Work is over powering me and I have had little sleep in the last two weeks. I need a break and I thought I should spend this quiet time writing on my blog. I have neglected my blog so I confess that some guilt is driving me to write. My last post was about Love so I reckon I should update you on that topic first. Well it is not easy to fall out of love with someone. Oh no! I have given up forcing the matter and I think that I should let things flow. But the problem with letting things flow is that you never know where you might end up. The unknown is scary for me. Anyways the good news is that I now love myself enough to choose for someone else to love me. I will never place the responsibility of loving me to someone else. That is just absurd and unfair! So I would like to end this topic (and I hope it never surfaces again) by saying that... Ok I just realised I don’t have a conclusion on this so let’s just leave it here.

My love

I fear to write on this blog. I just don't write anymore because I fear what I say is nonsense sometimes. Well lately I have discovered a lot about myself. I know now that I love someone and that love is so simple. We are the filthy ones that make it complex because we cannot handle anything pure for long. Anyways I'm optimistic that I will fall out of love soon because who I love is taken. This experience has taught me to love myself more so that I choose to love. I know this is a political blog but politics lately have been dreary.

You strike a women you strike 'Stay Soft'.

A day shall come to claim what was ours!

The ANC Thanks the POOR for their vote. See you next time...keep strong!

The time has come for another ANC reign and many people will experience some type of Deja Vu in the next five years. The ANC has sucked the souls of the poor in order to make themselves become fatter by the day. The poor stay stranded watching in their small screen TVs the glory of few in behave of many. The parties begin and in only a few weeks all that was promise will be forgotten and shady deals behind cabinet door will resume.

The majority of South Africa are still hypnotised by Mtshini Wam and the sad truth is that they will wake up in ghettos and the same disgusting conditions. Reality has never been something the ANC has accepted, so they lift the volume up in order to drown the silent screams of the poor that they have falsely promised.

The poor have casted their votes and the elite idiots in our government are reaping from their lies they planted. The ANC has made South Africans non self sufficient so that they can beg for their Human Rights!! Poor minds vote for mealie meal, bread and a house for a large family. What kind of citizen begs for what they deserves. Stephen Biko must be moving in his grave!

It has been months since I have written something and I guess I have learnt alot in those weeks away. Stay with me for the journey ahead and allow me to express myself to you concerning my poltical views.