Wednesday, 31 December 2014

Cheers to all the fun - Letter to 2014

Let me start by saying compliments to you 2014, as many begin to see you off I took a bit of time to reflect on who you have been to me and what you have brought in my life. Tonight many will celebrate to see you go and welcome 2015, most will spend what they don't have to celebrate what they don't understand.

Well just to inform you I didn't make any resolutions when you started, to me you were just another year changing. A change over between you and 2013 didn't skip any day in between so it was just a normal day changing to another and that wasn't going to change my fortunes. Well that hasn't changed, I still feel the same way. A year number is not going to change any fortunes in a person's life, it is not going to introduce anything new that we haven't seen nor heard about.

It is the decisions that we make regarding what we want to achieve and moments we seize that will make a difference in our lives not a change over to a different year number. Well 2014 you weren't bad nor good to me, you brought sun, moon, rain, stars, day and night and those helped me to measure and quantify what I have achieved and what I have lost. You were time that I was borrowed to serve me in achieving purpose and I was never going to allow you to become a master to what I was to achieve. Now run along and tell 2015 that I welcome him but there will be no resolutions and yes do tell him that there is a purpose to be achieved, tell him it will be a year of success and challenges as it was the case with you but please warn him that I shall not be threatened nor intimidated. Tell him that he will be known as 20 - faith - in

PS: thank you for the seasons you brought I enjoyed all equally.

Friday, 19 December 2014

Feed Africa to the dogs - Letter to an African child

Dear African Child

I wanted to begin my letter to you by asking how you were but realise that it will be rather an insult as I am aware that you are not at all fine. Your children sleep to lullabies of machine guns and screams of innocent souls murdered and raped by those who feel more powerful than others. Oh African child your beautiful cultural songs and late night bonfire with story telling while sharing meet and traditional beer has turned to criminal meeting where the next targeted victims are discussed and lives concluded. Your beautiful African sky is hidden by smokes of burning villages and teargas that still lingers over your clouds even after so many years in South Africa, the smoke of burning of schools and hospitals that use to be free in Tripoli, the smoke of burning Cairo that cover the historic pyramids of Imhotep and blood of Egyptian children that flows into the nile river.

The benefits of your minerals and resources are enjoyed by a few while the entire population of the African continent  live in great poverty, the rains that falls from your skies brings death as they carry poison that comes from underneath your ground that is polluted by those extracting minerals below. Your oil is used to fund the purchase of arms that kill the defenceless women and children of your soil, your diamonds shine in palaces of those who worry not if your children are wearing any shoes during winter mornings while going to schools that teach them to be obedient to the system setup to keep them as slaves to others.

Oh African child, you have given all you have to the politicians that feed you with lies while their bellies are full with berries of your ground. The politicians whom you offer and pledge your life to defend theirs and their election campaign manifestos then they forget all about when they are in power safe the insult house they build for you to squeeze in with your African size family. You have given your faith not to God but those who have appointed themselves to be his representatives and messengers  but continue to live in luxury while your last penny that should be directed to feeding your family goes towards cementing their wealthy status. African child since when has your preachers status moved from the saviour of souls to billionaire? Africa wake up for your land has been fed to the dogs 

Monday, 8 December 2014

A beautiful Letter

For many years I had given you so much attention and power to decide my life, my love, my happiness. In the quest to gain all things beautiful I have made great mistakes, like many I had made you a centre of my life. But amazingly enough you do not have a constant, no identity as you depend on each individuals' opinion, you actually have no existence on your own. You are shallow, cruel and loyal to no one, how do you survive? oh yes by preying on those who count on you for validation, by destroying those who have made friendship with you, those who think they possess you while you posses them, swallow them until all they become is defined by you, those who define themselves through you.  

Beauty, you become every girls dream and for those which society doesn't see as possessing you, you destroy. You are what parents define their new-borns with, what men describe their lady partners as, but the price many have to pay to associate with you is extremely high. How does one name define so much for everyone, become such a measure for everything? But what are you, what elements define you? 

How I wish many would break free from your chains, that we are able to look deeper than the surface  you settle on, but as mere immortals we leave under your spell. How beautiful we all want to be while we have no understanding of what this beauty is and will achieve for us, yet it is beautiful to possess you.