To conquer -Take away not their liberties but the means they use to defend themselves...
Sunday, 8 June 2014
Saturday, 24 May 2014
Apprentice of power....page 1
Apprentice of power
v
any men or woman wanting to become a leader first has to become an apprentice of that power. he
then begins to represent hidden interests as well as visible ones according to the dictates of his counsel a leader goes through training of how to make decisions
v a leader is one who can make the best decisions under different circumstances
v a leader is that person whose decisions are sacred as the position itself comes with great responsibilty which cannot be easily fathomed.
v a leader is one who can make the best decisions under different circumstances
v a leader is that person whose decisions are sacred as the position itself comes with great responsibilty which cannot be easily fathomed.
v
The world is more of an economic battlefront
where others are the fodder that feed the few incumbent must know his position
in what relationships he forges
v
in the game of power survival is the top most concern
v
a leader is as strong as those who surround him thus he she must be surrounded with those people who add value
v
The leader must be able to have above all else
high level of spiritual insight because the higher you are the less the eyes
can perceive what is below. only the inner eyes can penetrate things.
v
The higher you climb the less obvious things
become
v
The leader must meditate and the intentions of a leader must not be made known until they have reached a point where nothing can stop them from becoming a reality.
v
It is imperative for the leader to search for
wisdom for his reign is only protected by it and it also guides the nation the leaders moral and ethical shortcomings must not directly or indirectly affect affairs of the state/organisation
v
The heart may have it's weakness but the mind must maintain control.
v
The fearful immortalise the fearless and these
fearful are the ones who live in the world of the fearless .
vthe world as we know it is a product concieved conceived in the minds of the fearless.
vthe world as we know it is a product concieved conceived in the minds of the fearless.
v
A leader must be brave because he has assumed
authority and epitomises the spirit and framework of the nation, organisation,
family etc..
v a leader must trust the decisions he/she makes and a leader with wisdom can discern good from bad advice short term and long term priorities and assets from liabilities
v the leader is that person who if it where an organisation makes sound policies and good investment, his decisions are those which must have long term profitable value.
v any leader who encourages the people to be self sufficient must make the enviroment conducive and profitable to these people who naturally carry the weight of the nation on their shoulders
v the idea of giving power to the people economically must be supported by strong internal policies and a commitment by governments to invest in its own people how?? by giving access to education, information and finance
v any ideology with no financial backing is merely utopian and it is a destitute ideology it is time leaders invested in good ideas and stopped bankrupting them
v leadership naturally is old but the baton must be passed to an eligible youth for every nation stands on the foundation created by its founding fathers
v how power is attained is different in some instances it is taken in some it is given ,when it is taken it redefines the terrain and the playing field according to the temperement of the victor when it is given it is managed according to the guidelines of those who have given it .
v the powerful should not even at one point be lulled into a sense of safety as their power grows so do your enemies.
v the current currency and language of African power is economics todays Africa is driven by the demands of the growing young generation [those born after the political independence of Africa are the ones putting pressure on the older generation so the old hold on to political power rightfully so, but the inheritance of this young generation must be power in economic investment]where political liberty does not answer the economic disparities .
v political liberty is part of the story but all these ideals are centred on liberating the mind the economic dimension of how to determine the economic direction of the nation is not expounded it is the banished gospel whose pages are not exposed to the masses it assumes the role of the bible in the days of Martin luther it is exclusive property of the intelligentsia yet right fully it belongs to the people.
v a leader must trust the decisions he/she makes and a leader with wisdom can discern good from bad advice short term and long term priorities and assets from liabilities
v the leader is that person who if it where an organisation makes sound policies and good investment, his decisions are those which must have long term profitable value.
v any leader who encourages the people to be self sufficient must make the enviroment conducive and profitable to these people who naturally carry the weight of the nation on their shoulders
v the idea of giving power to the people economically must be supported by strong internal policies and a commitment by governments to invest in its own people how?? by giving access to education, information and finance
v any ideology with no financial backing is merely utopian and it is a destitute ideology it is time leaders invested in good ideas and stopped bankrupting them
v leadership naturally is old but the baton must be passed to an eligible youth for every nation stands on the foundation created by its founding fathers
v how power is attained is different in some instances it is taken in some it is given ,when it is taken it redefines the terrain and the playing field according to the temperement of the victor when it is given it is managed according to the guidelines of those who have given it .
v the powerful should not even at one point be lulled into a sense of safety as their power grows so do your enemies.
v the current currency and language of African power is economics todays Africa is driven by the demands of the growing young generation [those born after the political independence of Africa are the ones putting pressure on the older generation so the old hold on to political power rightfully so, but the inheritance of this young generation must be power in economic investment]where political liberty does not answer the economic disparities .
v political liberty is part of the story but all these ideals are centred on liberating the mind the economic dimension of how to determine the economic direction of the nation is not expounded it is the banished gospel whose pages are not exposed to the masses it assumes the role of the bible in the days of Martin luther it is exclusive property of the intelligentsia yet right fully it belongs to the people.
Saturday, 10 May 2014
inspire me...............
Beautiful
Beautiful is what you are
You Inspire me to
wedge the hoko
In times portal ,so we can be the only ones in motion
Together in the arms of love
Nursing the bittersweet pain from cupids darts
While time is frozen still in it's sepulchre of the moment
The time before and the time after
So we may celebrate the moment ,immortalise seconds
Fuse emotions and
thoughts to create life affirming goal’s
Tonight l don’t want you in my dreams only between my arms
I want to look into your eyes when l release passion’s juice
between your wet and ready delta of love
Vangeriromoto...The Gospel of fire
VANGERIROMOTO[LET US PRAY]…..TEMBO CHIRENJE MOYO 2003
Cheniro kuMasvikiro ne Mhondoro dzeino nyika kunana sekuru
nechembere ve dzindza nhumwa dza msikavanhu/the cause is now to saville row and
prada my being by undressing me of the Mngcotho and bhetshu on my mind with
secular materialism misdiagnosing Africas plight/ the so called freedom has
more slaves in chains/How can l say l wont fight when this life is a struggle?when
the drum of reality plays
Muchongoyo in the mind dancing feet trample to the mbira in
my soul all the way to mbire/where the
Souls of Hombarume,Mhondoro ne ma Gomwe giya /the
lion spirit within roars rattling the ribcages of my existence /l am the path
ancestor’s walk on to eternity /the eyes they see through and the tongue they
divine with/the hakata they blow and throw on the reed mat of destiny/let me
blow the hwamanda and raise the gano
Of my inheritance/the ancestors carried the Mkandara to
rickshaw thoughts through
Time portals/ haunted by cotton fields and the mtarato, the
insomniac day conjuring mbaramatonya nightmares/ the weals
On grandfathers back scar the conscience of inequity/ I
battle to feed the stomach
And they war to conquer the mind/ Bantu legacies are
desecrated in the mouths of scribes/collective spirit of inhumanity reducing us
to tribes/we toyi toyi behind points of our self hatred and misinterpret our
aspirations/ the symphony of redemption conducts the orchestra backwards with
malice towards humanity/ and hopes of peace are incinerated by flames of ethnic
wars/incarcerated in gridlocked thoughts of foreign lords and sires/licked by
bellicose flames hypnotized by tongues of heathen fires/where words are whores
doing more of the prostituting than saving souls/minds hooked to armagedons
prophesies of profit/ambitions of salvation held in check lost to spiritual
manipulation/gospel abused and not used as heavens redeeming scheme/beseeching
souls lavitate while isms smoke the ashes of our dreams/salvos and stones on
walls brutalising my convictions/mockbattles on thought addiction to Zions
illusion/l call upon you Chirisamuru,
mhondoro Chaminuka and you Tovera dziva remnvura /we are force fed Zion
philosophy held in the throes of holy’gun’ism
/l know not of Zion but only of Njelele ,Dula, Gorongozi and Nongoma where we find
counsel in the embrace of the rock -souls reposed /beliefs crucified on the
cross impaled by ignorance/Njelele muted by the Masvikiros by the mediums
secular indecision/lost to personality cults and philosophies of demigod thesis/
addressed in foreign languages commatosing Bantu with his-story/its time we
shared our story/the Bantu thought crippled at birth/riddled with no saints/only
those imposed to minion the Mhondoros of my tategurus/what is peace without a
piece of mind?but a dead silence ,a
cadaver haunted by its own epitaph/given lip service glossed by requims from
lucifers ex-communicated priests/from pulpits of Bantu sanity l recite ebony
skinned lectures of my Tateguru Msikavanhu , Julius Nyerere, Mapondera,Mzilikazi,Bambaata,Kwame Nkrumah,Ras
Tafiri,Samora Machel,Patrice Lumumba,Dedan Kimathi ,Tshaka ,Sotshangane chief
Maqoma, Tyali,to all my ancestors , these Bantu childs forgotten heroes/born in bondage to
be in debt until death/monopolized resources nothing for free only oxygen for
breath/they take away guns that brought liberty and wield batons that take away
freedoms/we burn effigies & torch wreaths for incense/the talismans of my mind’s
incandescence invoking and exhuming ubuntu from mass graves of ideological
genocide/ inhale life when they exhale death/Bantu power sweat and labour
created half the worlds wealth[y]/woke up to catchphrases of global village
Africa amalgamated to one big plantation/two faced like a coin the devil is now
on both sides of the cross/now we come forth we seek redemption as we abstain
from white washed Calvinism and black washed imperialism it lacks realism/suppression
an element of oppression depression of stressing/now l penetrate their racial
thoughts deeper than the needles of a acupuncture deeper than
the roots of the
Baobob tree lm not black as ebony but emancipated and free/they say we are
destined to be slaves so their law[d]s decree/never to walk on our legs but
ever to crawl on our knees/so they may
do as they please /but the shackles that bound Kaguvi [outside never within] Gumboreshumba
have fallen ,the noose that bound Nehanda Nyakasikana broken/l curse the
oppressor suppressor of the Bantu activist/l shout Amandla ngawethu blackpower
like Umkhonto we Sizwe
aluta continua
[decolonization is
not a solution from outside it starts from within]
People and business........
People and business
Back in fashion sebhibho and this time no one is laughing
Politician’s sell policy’s and people are statistic’s on the numbers highway
like gangsters sell
coke without conscience- its people business
Preachers sell heaven and none of them want to die before
they enjoy the profits
Some prophets sell hope they don’t believe in faith is the
individuals sickness
N’ganga dzonyora ma prescription
this generation yavayema tattoo’s vana havasina nyora
the epitome of global democracy is selling death, bullets
don’t care about breath they have no ethics,they only have victims massgraves,unmarked
graves and lachrymose societies.
This business is about marketing addiction ,
putting a high price on fiction and indirectly saying fuck
you to reality
the other part of the globe is addicted to drugs by now
their scientists have tablets for laziness
The world is faced with a veiled threat ,
the terrorist is the one without a veil
the jihadist is the
one taking million’s on pay per view
its psychological warfare they rob freedoms in the name of God so they
can pull the trigger on that weapon of mass deception
the threat owns the
media and the guns on both sides
sending fiend’s ,suicide
junkies and promising brides
that ‘whitemen’ is now the salvation of black’s but to whom
did your forefathers pray?
was this not a land of miracles ,did not the rock speak and
did you not listen?
By the way we’ve decided to call it freedom of worship.
Since we raised the volume on those radio’s all we follow is the bass and twitter
They say we must read ,but who is writing and what is
written?
More fashion dread’s
a few rasta’s- oh bumboklaat
Hugh hefner pushes visual Viagra and now
we are all on some mental erection our
mind’s penetrating thing’s
The church pushes bibles the way capitalists push rifles
Its gun’s and drug’s, pimp’s and thug’s
B’bylon Sell’s fear
and addiction to the public they get us hooked so they can place society
in a straitjacket
The system prefer’s rehabilitation centre’s to nation’s
Where we are forcefed ,kept alive so we can consume more
nonsense
But without the masses they is no concept of a system
big nations are pimps
their soldiers are licensed and practiced thugs,mercenaries,enforcers on small
nations
small nation’s are placed on the corners like its their destiny
treated like
prostitutes
who have to endure
opening their skinny thighs to be ravished by the fat demands of disease ridden tyranny that makes them spread
while it holds the missile’s and
economic threat’s to its head.
Africa is not a group of nations caucasing and toyi toying for bread
The more the unrest the more the business chaos is met with
the force of copper and lead
They would rather cause infection and have a monopoly on the
cure
Now small nations can be raped and pillaged silently,
screams muffled by the ‘open market’
philosophy.
They sell war and we donate with our suffering
Suddenly the world must cry for the cause of Israel and
forget the thousands Palestinians that die daily
but Israel your hand is upon the throat of your brother
Who says its justice
when the world pays millions to Nazi victims and to Africans not even a cent.
But let us ignore money minded doctrines based on horse and
rider relations
Reparations are the cure ours together singing the song of
affirmative repossession
Wall street is the place of public execution and privates salvation
The global system sells education for human industry
no one is ever free we are in bondage from the age of 6 when
we are taught to be industries tool’s
the slave master found craft men with hand skills now we are
taught begging when their gamble ‘education’ fails us
Azania is it apartheid or xenophobia?
The black men still goes home facing the sun is it not a
sign that we are distracted made to chase what we can never catch?
I’ve had introspection through the gates of meditation
it's time for action.
A walk in the ghetto
Walking in the ghetto Tembo Chirenje Moyo
Every sight and sound is the spectre of
quarantine/lotioned habitation made smooth by Vaseline talk/a calculated
system/crooked bins new years bongo drums bringing revolution from sqoulor /thuggery
/sex and tetrahydrocannabinols/schools for juveniles/kids all want to go south
none can do their sums/ghettoes have no trees like the city full of greens/fly’s
drone the wannabe bees of the slumz/more
drives than avenues more tower lights than street lights to illuminate
perceptions for one to reach their inner heights/arms tatooed the graffiti of
rebellion –dangerous minds/young age vision to make thousands now we blowing
millions/micro minis blown out hips/jasmine smell she and he gel sexy curls curves
that clear throats/corners that have seen more dreams than Martin luther king/Revlon
painted lips feminine war paint/whoring tales burst pipes we have seen the same
uncollected rubbish since the day we were born/super cool sales/cost of living
rising lunch ngamagwinya and maputi/plastic balls wire cars and clay
dolls/stories of stubborn foreman reduced wages/denied prospects of
bonuses/redundancy, strikes/more unemployed/prayer meetings/the laughter and
tears on the street,umbhaka e park or umbhejo e
bujumbura, ski lo nayo siphandu ucash to go ebhayisikopo,the ‘gizhah
gizhah’ the best cinematic experience the participative audience who thought we
could change the movie,efiga o ematsotsi choose your style esincane or
izankatha,or its just kanzatho, kanzatho to patch the throats of those who fed
the machines with their labour, tales of the ghetto izola zika Khumz lako
Njombi , e new lobs to ema 7 hundred ,eWest and eGwabalanda Magwegwe to enjube,swaggers,u
ski ,ara huru lo nayo, one generation the next does the same heads nodding to
dub poets slanging word on the street/ Ko Mam kayz zisiwa more amanqine
bhawa,sethengi inhloko lezanga phakathi,the
‘zulu,zulu buya sidle makhomane’ ,inkomo zomdaka,some grew up when they
played ‘ubaba,lo mama tasted the mystery and where shocked by the discovery and
we thought babies where made of clay,big stomach omunye esequmbi indumba backyard
saloons gossip by the fence/fist fights between man snatchers/shebeens dimly
lit school boys drink their fill ties hidden in pockets /peace and mini wars
the pulse of the street/black cats crossing streets/pigeon cages /pretence
/choir groups/ rosaries/drama clubs / arawuru ,fist fights made man /drunks
spit commonsense umbhejo using bricks for goal posts/amatender foot walk streets raise dust/ Zu’s saloon,duets in
rhyme and verse synchronized like drum and poet/eyes on the money, keep it in
your pocket,my
Mind inflames
pages when l walk in the ghetto..
A POEM ABOUT A POEM
Write me poem that is spawned from the 69 position
of now and then/one having a ménage trios with you, it an destiny/without
limits but with necessary words/that is a symphony to the bantu plight /one that is about justice fuck equal
rights how do you put in one sentence equal and rights,know your rights and
justice is yours
One that questions its own existence
Intertwined like the grapevine of love and pain a therapy
for thoughts
Resistant to the excess influence of sub culture
Chanted from the pulpits of bantu sanity
Write a poem whose words are not
blow up dolls,they need flesh,bones and soul
Freestyle
Freestyle
The day is already spun
Dawn fails to catch up to
the runaway sun
The horizon is the hand
jerking of the sun to come
Humanitys morning –glory-continuation
of a never ending story
day shot of from dawns phallic gun-a new verse
of days poetry so divine has begun
Meditating feeling like
the mind is holding the rays pulling
up the sun-making it rise-
I sleep in your thoughts
And wake fully dressed in your head like a dream
lm hollow but full of
life and songs like a drum
For any palace and every ghetto to slum -today is
for living do not be numb
Life is a sequel and death
her equal
The moon is a freak of
nature her backside is to the sky
She is the sun in the robs
of whiteness
When she leaves her fragmented daughters and suns play twinkle twinkle our
little stars
Mother earth gave birth to
the forests that rest on the edge’s of
the city
Man birth the gun to
reduce his daughters and sons
Rise up all of you who
have been living in your dreams
The rest of the planet’s are divorce’s only the planet Saturn wear’s
the ring’s
Life is a developing love
story that’s beautiful bittersweet
Observation’s
Watching my father
Watching my father.
I watch my father become the tool of his employer
even his emotions are formatted to what he gets paid ‘meagre’
but a god like keeping him on his knees
He knows no joy ,because it is attached to the conditions of the slave yard
he is made a convict for a menial wage
visitors come only for a day and they leave,
no loud laughter allowed
happiness is conditioned
freedom is determined by the landlord
all expressions are kept in check under the ceiling of regulations ...................fuck this
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