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Hey,  Malaika Mahlatsi This is long. I'm writing this part having just finished writing the bulk of this letter. Allow me to thank you for your time in advance. Have a cup of tea and get comfortable. Namaste I have a message to share. But for it to be heard I first have to get a piece of paper to say that what I'm sharing is the truth. It's the truth that at this very moment those who aren't still reading are being conditioned by the system right now. We'll try reach out to them again later on. It's a promise. We're being conditioned. Even at this moment as your eyes are reading this here word, conditioning is taking place. That's reality. You can keep reading, or you can scroll on by. I'm simply sharing my thoughts. Full transparency, this may be a lengthy post. Or it may not be any longer than what it already is. If you're still reading, I just read a rather beautifully written email telling of all the really cool things that come w

I see him. My heart stops. I curse, resenting myself for allowing him so much power over me. It’s so much easier to avoid him when he is not standing with the exact person whom I’m meeting with. I cannot say I’m not prepared for this final showdown between Teboho and myself. It will go one of two ways, and the only one that matters is the exact same one I had in mind. It’s the one that happened. Our circles were merging and it was beyond me to try and stop it. Our feud, if I may call it that, is a trivial affair. There was a girl, the girl was with him. I thought I she deserved better, I truly did. He could never sing to her heart as I wished to. He could never hold her the way I did. He could never spark the fire in her heart that my own heart felt it mastered. I was arrogant. I saw want, where there was only love. It wasn’t my love to have, but I wanted it. It is in the past, and so is any hostility I held him accountable for. His back was turned to me. “And here’s the man I

‘I don’t think it’s all that deep at all,’ I said, preoccupying myself with my shoelace as I spoke. ‘Too many people avoid speaking about the shit that really matters. It’s either too deep, or too philosophical or they’re in a hurry to some or other place. I'm not a philosopher. I'm just saying ... When did human beings become cyborg androids, you know?’ I looked up. She was looking directly at me. Our eyes met. The room seemed quiet, even though there were five of us in there. ‘That’s beautiful,’ she said. I frowned. I noticed her eyes wander at the same time as I became aware that my smile had turned upside down. Even though I was dismayed at how she too had fallen for the magical pull of my words, I could not help but marvel at the predictability of the entire exchange. I smiled again. Our eyes locked once again. She smiled. I continued speaking. ‘Thank you, actually. That’s a very nice thing to say. But you see, I don’t want you to say it’s “beautiful”. It’s r