something to share

I  did not have words to share but in remembering love I remembered some of the lessons I had learnt along the way and posted almost two years ago... I  am no guru but I have learnt some things along the way and I know I am still to learn even more along the way...

My facebook stat update 15 July 2009 

Stat update:  I've learnt that sometimes we love the wrong people and hold onto them at the cost of ourselves, that more often than not we like far more than we actually love and that sometimes we refuse to learn the lessons no matter how much they get regurgitated

what continued to unfold in my words as they cascaded into the comment box... 

That sometimes love can hurt not because we do not love yet because we often over think the things that don’t even matter, so we get it wrong when it’s right. Love loves understanding, patience, honesty with whole truths told, it thrives best with, leaps of faith no matter the obstacles it plunges head 1^st into, it relishes in the us factor more than the individual’s needs. Love loves past the obscure inefficiencies of the one who’s loved to see the goodness in heart.

It sees light in the darkness.

I’m reflecting honestly to that which I’ve honestly learnt whilst in the game of relationships. I’ve learnt in hindsight that even the bad relationships were too good for the lessons learnt along the way. That all that I’ve learnt has made me more certain of what it is that I’d like going forward. That there is no complexity in relationships except that which we create by not being completely honest with expectations or those things that we choose not to bend or compromise on with those we wish to share our lives with like morals, etiquette or common courtesy we expect and as well as the value we put upon our own personal worth’s.

Loving someone means understanding that which they are yet that gets hard when all that is brought into light to one’s knowledge is not all there is to the one being loved.

the question that gets asked over many a time...

With each new search of self, we move further apart from the truth and the scripted becomes reality... Of the many forgotten truths our story lines stop telling tales of where we have been to get to here and honey loses its sweetness to mimic the bitter taste of ashes. How surreal is this that the ones born now seek knowledge of their yesteryear... Ndi nguban ndivelaphi, okhokho babesithin mandulo... mvelaphi yam ngokuzithutha nditsala ncambo ziphi na?

 

Family trees and broken histories do not give insight into the realities sought... Who am I? young black child, the sex is irrelevant for the distortment of our stories is intertwined. So "I cry Freedom" but have no true knowledge of what really transpired between our forefathers. Where were our roots first planted, is my lineage's umbilical chord rested near the heart of Azania? Is this dream of my land that exists merely in my mind? I saw a sign that read: "The African Dream" it was neon green at a jazz club and I wondered what that was, the African dream I mean, we are walking against the tide and freedom is well, are we really free?

 

If I had to look further than my nose and dig deeper into me would I like the knowledge I find. Would I hate udakkie wa-beyond these confined borders of my conjured up state of mind or better yet would I see me purely reflected back at me? I am here because of those that walked the walk many moon miles ago, they gave birth to those that birthed those that eventually gave birth to the ones that bore me and I too shall one day be them who will be a Khokho to those that come into being in the future...

 

My roots are African, a little mixed because this, my land has been raped many a time that no-one even bothered to keep count yet the signs are telling subliminally but mostly ignored. Nna ke mang? Am I this person journeying towards the unknown, who is realizing the importance of the knowledge of one’s lineage? They say: “You cannot know where you are going, if you don not know where you have been.”

  I do not know who first uttered these words other than that they have been uttered. Some things need the resounding sound of echoes, one of them is you and I.

 

Batho ba ko hae ba kae? Even belief systems now need the why. We, you, I, she, he, me, him or her have deep entrenched roots that should be recorded. History books tell only a part or parts of: The Story. Uncover and impart your truths unto paper and make sure that your story is rightly written so that those born of your loins have their history down in text to look up and tell their young of the journey.

The ones that came before me played their part in me. As I represent each of them in me,they created me different by the stripes of their creator and thus I was born an African. I am different yet the same to the man I pass by on the street corner. Our journeys differ but our pasts are intertwined because those that lived before us crossed paths somewhere somehow so this is not quite different. Hello to you there in your youness. I am me but these chords within me cannot let you pass by without a hello ‘cause our history binds us.

  I can say no more than I am me, translated it sounds better to my tongue: Ndi ndim. Something in me seeks the natural, a rhythm that unfolds untainted but being.

talented port elizabeth

Hey y'all...

My EC, wow, I'm in awe of you and the fantastic rooted art.... I have lived here for so long and little do most know that many musical genres thrive.... Thank you NMBT for listening sessions... Free at a jazz club in the CBD... Down town's get a revamp and it will look awesome when done.

Back yesterday afternoon's euphoria... Listening session started later than it was meant but when it did it blew up. We heard bands own the stage from New Afroteens, Asanda backed by New Afroteens to a rasta band to Poetic Soul to Take note, the sermon I'd heard Sunday mornin' was happening before my very own eyes as Faith was on Fire. PE bands rocked the souls of their crowd to the core and we,
individually present there lapped it up like milk.

Wow we were moved beyond words, each artist brought to the fore their A-game and all I kept wanting to chant: More fire, fire non-stop burn 'til the itty bitty morn'... Last night was magical! The cherry on top of the cake was that Take Note is going to be on the Joy of Jazz stage along with the New Afroteens and well Take Note won the recording deal with Native Rhythms that should be out before the Joy of Jazz takes place....

The Golliwood big wigs loved the venue. It was just a fab' afternoon / evening out for music lovers and those supporting their loved ones, it trully was magical. The blessings have come and shall continue to reign....

it's been a while to get to this...By Zomzi Ntshona written: 19 January

it has been a million miles to here
and yet the walk is nowhere near
it's half way mark...
questions stagger-stumblingly to be answered
to find that silence is the answer sought
the trial began as u refused to look
and ended without just cause
yet the path you walked in circles in
stammering like a drunkard
 to be found
swimming in the pool of insanity
as the realm of possibilty reared
it's head in your reality...
you found the lessons learnt meaning less and less
but relevant in some circle centres
almost ambilical and screaming to 
 be cut...
you breathed
that this reality is alterable
if the seeker dares to just believe
so that dream can be...

being back

Hello everyone...

It has been a min honestly, well a hot one at that. Ushering in the year of writing, for profuse statements need to be made and some of us need the wholesomeness in them....

I breathe, I have always been called. Many things have brought us to this moment, my favourite quote was utterted by mam'Albertina Sisulu: "We are required to walk our own road- and then stop, asses what we have learnt and share it with others. We can do no more than tell our story."

I will share my story n our findings along the way...

Realising our greatness is blessed... I will share the writings of those who move me, this is a love movement... I am blessed enough to share.

I went to church today and the sermon theme was titled: Faith on Fire... It touched me. I am not waiting to be moved by something or someone, I am stepping out in faith and trusting that this is it. I am becoming wholehearted, there are many things that make me and love is visible so I will share that along with it all. The pastor shared the most profound things in his own words having been moved by the light that guides him, he uttered: " ...be consistent about the things you are believing God for..." That made so much sense for what followed was "... Be cautious of adding the negative to your trust..." etc. It iis not hard to be within that, people will always not believe or retort to the bad but you can choose to not live in that. The moment and time have come to choose your own standing.

Sharing is caring, love your self... Find that which can make you at peace... Seek zen... Love and light

eZomzi iiNkomo zise khaya

"love is a doing word"

Constantly learning. I picked up a book titled love is a verb, I have been saying "love is a verb" or "love is a doing word" for a while now these statements taken from quotes i came across in high school but have never forgotten although those whose text it is I've long forgotten. This book is a collection of stories on various situations that were touched and changed by love, the back of the book reads: "Be Inspired by Lives Changed By Love". I am in a space of learning with each story told. I am realising that some things require us to keep an open mind and to be willing to learn the lessons even after we, ourselves have made the mistakes or are not in the wrong this time. When we choose to love someone, we take a risk and step out in faith of how it all may turn out, love is much like experience in that it too teaches the lessons after one has made the mistakes or taken action. The Book I'm reading is by Gary Chapman, a find i have come to cherish from a sale at a book store.

To say I love you is far easier than to do the actions required to show one fully does and is not merely uttering words in a corner to be left forgotten as time goes by. Loving someone is a process where one first commits their heart to engage and all other things follow, it can be an up or a down hill experience best cohesively joined by the decision of both parties to tackle it together. We journey as individuals yet when we love we are no longer one person but a unit that needs to consider each other's needs within the confines of self. Loves says we should compromise not just one person but both parties involved bound by it. Love is patient and kind and many other things that it comes to find across it's path yet the one thing we forget is that it too can tire once it's stretched to it's limits. 

I say fall in love and be what comes after good or bad is always a blessing for nothing remains in darkness forever,  I found this quote on a friend's fb stat (facebook status update) once and it stuck, it reads: " In Darkness, Light does not follow.. It Leads." - Hue

let's spread love and light and all good things...

sms / email/ mxit lingo vs correct usage of words

hello everyone

Today I watched Morning Live on SABC2 just as they were reading viewers emails, phew am I glad they asked the question: why do we go school amd get educated. This was due to an email that contained sms lingo which used words such as dem and de instead of them and the. It is becoming the norm among social networking sites to find  words misspelt or  rather reinvented and even more mind boggling is the growing trend to confuse words that start with the same letter and share the last two letters yet mean totally different things such as live and leave.

I want to say kudos to Vuyo and Lee-Anne for noting the atrociousness of spelling in today's society and prompting the question why then do we need education if we are to massacre existing grammar to such lengths. Some will tell you that there is no school for pronunciation and my question to them is how often do they pick up a dictionary to search for either the spelling or meaning of a word because it is all provided in one, dictionaries even tell u which part of speech or grammar a word is and gives you the words correct tenses, so, why then must we find means to kill existing words.

Yet the most upsetting thing in all of this is the unwillingness of those who misuse diction or misspell words to be corrected by others. I think the assumption lies in being better off or just or something or other and for some I think they lay claim to the notion of being infallible which is a deadly ruse. We are not always right in all we do and there is always room to learn something new each day. When someone corrects either your diction, spelling  or even your grammar it means they wish you to present the best image of self at all times, be grateful for them.

p.s. : Just because someone else's pronunciation of your language is incorrect, does not mean that you should follow suit and do the same, instead it is wiser to lead by example. Someone one said: " Be the change you wish to see in the world."
p.p.s If there are any spelling or grammatical errors please feel free to use your read pen in the commentary box

intombi yakwa nkomo iyabulela
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