The revolution will not be televised

Waze wenaba kamnandi phambi kovlande wakakhe ukhulu uMaKhumalo. Wethamele isigcaki sasebusika. Ungcivaza kugajethi, uthinta umzukulu eDubhayi. Dlala magrizana! the future is here in the Ningizm of the couwntry.

Awe ma awe ma koda lengane Nkos’ yam

eGolgotha! awe ma awema ma..im in stitches! yaze yangiqeda nansi ingane. Clever anointedboy. sa certainly has talent. give this one acting lessons and he will go far. how many church sermons must the boy have sat through to master the act? I am still bhuquzing on the floor tl tl tl.

Could I please have my land back hulumeni?

So today I was fortunate to have 2 full avos for supper. That is because the retails monopolists have decided to drop the price from R7,99 to R2,99 per avo. Good rains, lower fuel price, Pravin Gordhan or whatever really. I am not prepared to believe any explanation for this drop in price as it  is likely to be another price-fixing lie for the finance section of the newspaper. Same lie that I will hear when the price decides to rise. I would rather not hold my breath.

Instead, I have indulged. Blesses. 2 full avos. Not some half dicedon salad, but the 2. Just like the old  childhood days in rural Amahlongwa when MaDlamini had to donate bags of avo to neighbours MaMtolo, MaMajola, MaVezi, MaMbutho, MaGabuza and MaKhoza  or else they’d go off.

Usually gran MaDlamini would send me to distribute these bags late afternoon as she would have harvested then when the sun had cooled down. I would never return empty handed. They exchanged a basket of madumbes, pawpaw, wild spinach, bhatata, mealies, chillies or anything that was in abundance for the season. This was after spending the entire day chilling under guava and mango trees  with the  green mamba. Munching away.  Then using the front of  girl dress or pockets to carry more stock for the trip home. Only once these guava and raw mangoes had  you constipated to the point of bleeding, did a girl take a break from this unrefined fruit. Just a break.

if that Jesus Christ product is on sale, then get me a dozen.

Mali Music – The Job Experience [OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO] from Anthony Brooks on Vimeo.

Director: Adam Tillman-Young
Producer: Shalonda Cornitcher
DP: Jeff Waldron
Post/Effects: Anthony Brooks and Bekah Baik

My God! me is am loving the re-packaging of JC and gospel altogether. like it i like it. lots of truth in this song. his bloke Mali Music, has got something special.relevance, context, talent and messages. potent messages. i first saw his appearance at the BET 2011 awards. I was wowed by the live version of this song. i’ve listen to his latest album by chance. got hooked instantly. my fav song is Yahweh. his beat are good to stand against busts ryhmes himself. i could so bump and grind to this music. love the the rock / alternative pieces too. their entire album is at gold old myspace. www.myspace.com/malimusicnote. Listen. hear. think.

10 signs of a maturing Kaffirdom era

Kaffirdom , a term I use to describe the psychology  of the African youth 360 year after Jan van Riebeeck entrance into Bantuland.  By youth, we shall borrow from the #ANCYL ‘s broad definition of the term. Kaffirdom  is not limited to skin colour. It is a mindset where a black youth unconsciously upholds and worships the principles of the old Master, thus giving life to the original concepts of the kaffir. By today’s standards, they are not at all kaffirs, but the manner in which they process thoughts, logic and reason, one can’t help but trace the raw elements of slavery. This situation sparks the inner dialectic of Nietzsche ‘s master-slave psychoanalysis. Even the greatest Sir Freud, wrote extensively on the topic. Bing it.

and the bitch’s name is #karma

Today at the cottonfields, I earned myself a whipping. A big fat hiding for telling the truth. Reminded me of the teachers at my early convent school. It was made super clear that these fields have no room for truth. Truth doesn’t work with Adams Smith nor Keynes notion of profit. Had to let the sleeping dogs lie:|They are more than lying right now. They are napping alright. Only this goddess could console me through my niggawhip.

There was and is none like here. At the direction that the bhiyonses and other febelina’s are headed, there is not likely to be another like Nina Simone. She totally get all my daily nigger issues. She restore the cup of my capitalist niggarizm to the rim. This Vodou serpent God, Nina calls on the ancestors for help:

You slavers will know what its
Like to be a slave
Slave to your mind
Slave to your race
Slave to your heart
Slave to your soul
You won’t go to heaven
You won’t go to hell
You remain in your graves
With the stench and the smell
Oh dambala come dambala

On the seventh day God will be there
On the seventh night satan will be there

Chilling lyrics from the original artist 70′s Exuma that was highly influenced by West African enthnomusicology. Music to him was performance or ritual rather than a stage act. “Dambala” is a serpent spirit.Today I called upon my dambalas to just organise something for me. Something. I will wait. I will wait a decade need be. They say revenge is a dish best served cold. This truth is frozen. Dormant. But it aint dead. Let’s not forget that the bitch’s name is karma. I call up Dambala and Karma. I call upon the living and the dead. Nina’s reminder is how I managed to get it together today..Ѽ_TN

Track:Dambala
Album: It Is Finished (1974)

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