Month: June 2015

child of africa

Nigga please
Choose your words wisely
Sometimes words lose their meaning
Are devoid of emotion
Absent of common sense
Cos sometimes life means death
Or rather that’s what
They try impress upon you
If you’re like me
And don’t give a sh*t
You tend to ignore what they say
And do what comes natural
Words can be heavy
Careless words can crush a human spirit
Breathing an aerobic exercise
An act of defiance
Just cos you down don’t mean you got to stay there
I too was born in the ghetto
I’ve been to worse too
I’ve been to rock bottom
Touched the bottom of the barrel
Like Tosh says
Not too many know where that is
Too many talk of stuff they know nothing about
Nobody knows the bottom like you and me
They can build a fortress around you
Tie your hands with time
Strangle you with debt
Attempt to miseducate you
Arrest your development for all I care
Hang in there
Cos bottom is a strong foundation
A spring board to up-up and away
A place to build your castle
So nigga please
Please call me sir
I am a man after all
I am what I am
Am black and proud
Child of Africa
Mr Wendal

knox mahlaba
Author – Back From The Dead: The Rising of an African Spirit
Copyright © 2015

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amen

a watershed moment
happy for no reason
no particular reason
smiling with my heart
uncontrollably joyous
feeling the urge to get down
dancing one miracle too far
sitting my ass down
appreciating the genes i have
amen

knox mahlaba
Author – Back From The Dead: The Rising of an African Spirit
Copyright © 2015

time

Not too long ago
I used to listen to you
I got to know you and your whims
We could kiss forever
Hold hands for an eternity
Cuddle for days
Shag like porn stars
I could undo your shirt
Unzip your desire
Immerse my head in your bosom
Nibble on your nipples
Let my naughty fingers run amok
My hands got to know you even better
You gave the best head
I had the freedom of the city
Pull up your skirt
Play with you
Kiss you where you wanted
My tongue made you do cartwheels
Back then
You were my every woman
My soul provider
I was privileged
I could run a bath for you
Watch you touch yourself
Burst your banks
We made love in every way
Anywhere and anytime we wanted
Behind closed doors
Under open skies
Back seat of my jeep
We were held captive by love
Today we too busy
Arrested by complacency
Way too busy to celebrate our love
Too tired to acknowledge each other
You don’t talk dirty too me no more
We don’t talk period
Baby love
If you can hear me
Pull up to my bumper
You remind me of something
My girl
Fcuk your schedule
Your body is calling

knox mahlaba
Author – Back From The Dead: The Rising of an African Spirit
Copyright © 2015

Coloniality, Cold War Politics and the agitation for the arrest of President Omar al-Bashir.

Mukoni Ratshitanga

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NOTE: I first wrote the article below on Sunday June 14 following the South Gauteng High Court’s interim order to the Department of Home Affairs preventing Sudanese President, Omar al-Bashir, from leaving South Africa pending consideration by the courts of an application for his arrest brought by a nongovernmental organisation. I have updated the article in view of developments since June the 14th. The thrust of the argument presented earlier remains the same though it is elaborated in some areas.

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Coloniality, Cold War Politics and the agitation for the arrest of President Omar al-Bashir.

By Mukoni Ratshitanga

Not since the International Criminal Court issued an indictment for Sudanese President Omar al-Bashir in March 2009 has the world witnessed such intense and concentrated global media reporting and commentary on the issue as in the hours after 14h00 South African time on Sunday June 14.

This followed a South African high…

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thank you

 From the moment I laid my eyes on you
My heart succumbed
Going on bended knee
Pleading with the heavens
Requesting nature’s favour
Love at first sight
I suspect
Yet it was my heart
Laying claim to what lay before my eyes
Wanting to lay by your side for an eternity
From the moment I laid my eyes on you
Catching a glimpse of your ebony eyes
Watching your Nubian skin encapsulating hallelujah
At that very instant
Love caught me unawares
Gratitude harvests happiness
I am eternally grateful
For the moment destiny brought you
Before my eyes
Love at first sight
Is gratitude for nature’s grace
And I shall always cherish
A moment in time
Thank you

knox mahlaba
Author – Back From The Dead: The Rising of an African Spirit
Copyright © 2015

overseas

I leave my land
To live in a foreign land
Unlike my forebearers
I didn’t come here by ship
No shackles either
I flew here
Enticed by a scholarship
In search of knowledge
Intellectual capital
I leave my land
To live in faraway capitals
Lured by material
Entrenching a colonial path
Taught in an alien lingua franca
Forgetting language is a carrier of culture
Forgetting everywhere is overseas
I left my land
In search of an education
Only to return naked
Stripped of my perspective
My identity drowning in the oceans below
Am half the person I was before I left
Though I flew here
Like a free bird
I return with shackles in my mind
Like a caged bird

knox mahlaba
Author – Back From The Dead: The Rising of an African Spirit
Copyright © 2015