24 May 2011




The following poem has been extracted from the Boomslang Poetry Pack 1: SARIRA ( August 2000 – August 2007).

My admiration of nature in all her various forms
The thought of goodbye tyrannizes me
With a misery parallel to that which I have forever suffered
Watching John Q

On tranquil lands, beneath the galaxies
Of bliss
Under the peaceful palm trees’ shades
There is a mild pad of breeze
Soothing like the crack of dawn symphony
Love builds an empire, fixed in remembrance
Beyond price or value
My heart was perhaps the first to savour because it leapt
In seizure of desires

Basking the sun in freezing winter, with my heart far away
Beneath the lonesome murky nights
There lays a oasis
Bare thoughts stretch like horizons

As my psyche grew filthy opulent
My legs got caught up in a mortar and footprints were clearly evident
Only a blueprint of the mind, a symbol
Of an ample growth in the world like a baby opening its prisms


20 May 2011



Here we are...

Here we are...


Sabali, Sabali, Sabali, yonkontê

Sabali, Sabali, Sabali, kagni

Ni kêra môgô

[Verse 1]

Some of the smartest dummies

Can't read the language of Egyptian mummies

An' a fly go a moon

And can't find food for the starving tummies

Pay no mind to the youths

Cause it's not like the future depends on it

But save the animals in the zoo

Cause the chimpanzee dem a make big money

This is how the media pillages

On the TV the picture is

Savages in villages

And the scientist still can't explain the pyramids, huh

Evangelists making a living on the videos of ribs of the little kids

Stereotyping the image of the images

And this is what the image is

You buy a khaki pants

And all of a sudden you say a Indiana Jones

An' a thief out gold and thief out the scrolls and even the buried bones

Some of the worst paparazzis I've ever seen and I ever known

Put the worst on display so the world can see

And that's all they will ever show

So the ones in the west

Will never move east

And feel like they could be at home

Dem get tricked by the beast

But a where dem ago flee when the monster is fully grown?

Solomonic linage whe dem still can't defeat and them coulda never clone

My spiritual DNA that print in my soul and I will forever Own Lord


[Verse 2]

Huh, we born not knowing, are we born knowing all?

We growing wiser, are we just growing tall?

Can you read thoughts? can you read palms?

Huh, can you predict the future? can you see storms, coming?

The Earth was flat if you went too far you would fall off

Now the Earth is round if the shape change again everybody woulda start laugh

The average man can't prove of most of the things that he chooses to speak of

And still won't research and find out the root of the truth that you seek of

Scholars teach in Universities and claim that they're smart and cunning

Tell them find a cure when we sneeze and that's when their nose start running

And the rich get stitched up, when we get cut

Man a heal dem broken bones in the bush with the wed mud

Can you read signs? can you read stars?

Can you make peace? can you fight war?

Can you milk cows, even though you drive cars? huh

Can you survive, Against All Odds, Now?

[Verse 3]

Who wrote the Bible? Who wrote the Qur'an?

And was it a lightning storm

That gave birth to the earth

And then dinosaurs were born? damn

Who made up words? who made up numbers?

And what kind of spell is mankind under?

Everything on the planet we preserve and can it

Microwaved it and try it

No matter what we'll survive it

What's hu? what's man? what's human?

Anything along the land we consuming

Eatin', deletin', ruin

Trying to get paper

Gotta have land, gotta have acres

So I can sit back like Jack Nicholson

Watch niggas play the game like the lakers

In a world full of 52 fakers

Gypsies, seances, mystical prayers

You superstitious? throw salt over your shoulders

Make a wish for the day cuz

Like somebody got a doll of me

Stickin' needles in my arteries

But I can't feel it

Sometimes it's like 'pardon me, but I got a real big spirit'

I'm fearless.... I'm fearless

Don't you try and grab hold of my soul

It's like a military soldier since seven years old

I held real dead bodies in my arms

Felt their body turn cold, oh

Why we born in the first place

If this is how we gotta go?



Performing Arts Scholarship

Opportunity to win performing arts scholarships

The Arts & Culture Trust (ACT) invites the youth (younger than 25 years) to register for the ACT | DALRO | Nedbank Performing Arts Scholarships 2011.

Two performing arts scholarships to the value of R105 000 each are up for grabs. The registration closing date is 31 May 2011.

Participants are required to demonstrate competence in acting, singing and dancing with exceptional talent in at least one of the disciplines. Four regional audition rounds will be hosted in Cape Town on 24 and 25 June, in Johannesburg on 1 and 2 July, in Grahamstown during the National Schools Festival on 10 and 11 July and in Durban on 15 and 16 July 2011.

Sponsored by the Dramatic, Artistic and Literary Rights Organisation (DALRO) and Nedbank Arts Affinity, the Scholarships Programme awards two scholarships with a combined value of R210 000 to students who wish to pursue undergraduate studies in the performing arts.

Individuals between the ages 18 and 25 who are not considered to be professional and who are not registered for an undergraduate performing arts course during 2011 are also eligible to enter. Scholarship winners will be at liberty to select their preferred performing arts course at any accredited South African tertiary institution.

Selected finalists must be available for the final round which will take place in Johannesburg at the beginning of October 2011. ACT will cover the costs of travel and accommodation for finalists.

For more information contact the ACT office on 011 712 8403 or e-mail Deidre Schoeman at deidre@act.org.za.
Web site: http://www.act.org.za/

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