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By: Lebogang Tlou Loving himself more than he did any other living being had increased his capacity to love beyond necessity. The previous evening, he had once again found himself lying in bed beside the lover of his soul – and it hurt him less than it ever had before. She lay curled; he lay curled. Their bodies did not touch. They hovered beside one another – at ease, in peace. She listened to his soft, slow breathing rhythm as he inhaled and exhaled beside her. She observed his features. It was the only time she could enjoy his presence without being overwhelmed by his ever sounding voice. She yearned to touch his face, to trace over his features. In waking, she could not be so close to him without increasing the dormant tensions between them. Touching him would cause him to stir, and she was still enjoying having him in peace. His locks fell into a fringe covering his forehead. His face had bumps and a bushy beard. She enjoyed his face better this way. He had always

The journalist's main prerogative was to survive. He was very low on money. He had other things to do too. There were many reasons; so many, that he wondered if he wasn't making excuses. He sat at his desktop and worked a rather beautiful article into manifestation. He had decided to pay closer attention to the ocean. There was little else that was interesting in his new little town. The journalist had been freelancing for such a long time, that he had somewhere forgotten that he was freelancing. It tended to happen in a world filled with wonders. Each new day yielded some surprise or another. That had been a trend in his life for so far back in it as what he could remember. The journalist sat in his study, and remarked in writing on his wonderful view. It began with a study filled with books and a sword in the corner and a clock going tick tock. The most remarkable sight, beyond the sword, was an unframed picture of Albert Einstein sticking his tongue out. Beyond the worksta

Two weeks Earlier A mind is turbulent. There are many thoughts happening at the same time. A man must have social security; his rent must be paid, and there needs to be food on the table - to pretend otherwise is foolhardy. Secondly, it is essential that he obtain his Bachelor qualification. He, thus, needs, a place to stay while he achieves great ends. He has a place, however he can no longer maintain his position within that establishment. He has two options: to return home and face an unpl easant reality once more, or to journey forward. All motion in a forward direction must be strategic, as any failure - even the slightest - could prove detrimental to his first and foremost priority of fucking graduating, fams. So. That's me. I live in a place I can no longer afford, until I leave and I either go home - or to a new place... The idea of a new place is intoxicating and surreal. I welcome it. Wherever I go, she won't be there. She won't be there for a while. S

Once there was a girl named Jessica, who sat in wait for a sign. It was a full moon. The night was still but for the drone of voices filling the small cracks in between the silence. Lost in thought, and wandering through cold and barren streets, my path crossed her’s. She opened a box of cigarettes and she pulled one out as I neared. “Hi.” said I with a smile. “Hello,” she said with a bright beam. “May I borrow your lighter?” I asked. “Yes, you may indeed!” said she. She foraged in her handbag for a second and pulled out a green lighter. There was nothing special about the lighter. It was green. It was a lighter. I reached out for it and she gently placed it in my hand. I felt her hand. It was soft. I looked up from behind the cigarette projecting out from under my nose and I saw for the first time how truly beautiful she was. “Thank you,” I said. “Are you studying tonight,” she asked. I imagine that’s what she had asked. I cannot recall. I was trapped by her smile. It wa

To She Hi. I hear your heart. I feel it calling the beating muscle in my chest. Forgive, take this hand and tell its ears how you are feeling. We will be more than just friends, but we dare not be more than just friends. Sometimes, you won't get I. So just love I. Please, just Love I. Love I now in the moment. Should you still love me tomorrow too, we'll explore, tancept, and find something epic to do. Sincerely, with Love, I

In an educated society, people wouldn't look at me and see someone who 'obviously' takes drugs. My people would become so wise that they would compile Pages of clearly thoughtout analyses, Conduct interviews, Learn the way Of I. Alas, learning such basic lifeology is still far too costly. In an educated world, I'd be another human being, living on shared terra. Till they ‪#‎ freeEDUCATION‬ and create a smart generation from the echoes of ancient tides, I remains ‪#‎ one‬ who is ‪#‎ obviouslytakingsomething‬ . ‪#‎ emancipateyourself‬ ‪#‎ FEESMUSTFALL‬

Islam will survive the temporary plague that is Isis. Islam is greater than Isis. Alah Akbar. Most High has many religious systems. Most High is greater than Isis. Ali Akbar. Isis must nah be faught but CURED. It's ideology. Fix the ideology before the lines really blur and nukes are fired. Remember, the Crusades were MILD compared to nuclear warfare

A curious person: are you gay? Me: nope Acp: do you have a girlfriend? Me: I also don't have a boyfriend either. Acp: do you date boys too? Me: i don't even date girls. Acp: so you don't date guys, you don't date girls, who do you date. Me: besides your mom, I date Most High. *laughter* Me: you accepted the jibe at your mum with grace, friend. You're cool. I will take one final question. Acp: Since we are all living manifestations, dating Most High means being with allness, which includes men and women. Me: yes. Acp: so why are you single? Me: men are blind. Women are blind. Many do not know that they, too, are. Being alone beats following a blind fool who's just as lost as I. So I don't date. I hear your thoughts. Yes, I do make exceptions. Some people know what they are. They are the one's one chooses to entertain. Like the person still reading. I would, but how far dare ye venture for Godly, Divine physical affection? Dare ye find

One sees a warm night spent at a fire in full view of the entire Indian Ocean. Oh, my God! An entire universe in grains of sand will dry these feet; each toe, blessed with billions of earth's kisses. Verily does each and every crumble neath the Almighty Most High's feet! Oh my, Oh my, oh my Lord! Can you hear how the waves crash on the shore? Can you hear the seagulls, call out to the Lord of many names, beckoning, beseeching thee lovingly to draw near and just stay. Stay under earth's starry sky, where all dreams verily do come true. Thank you for reading. I love you. Bahai.

So much love in this world that shows in faith that there is faith and that it's all God. Most High is greater than Isis. The beauty in the narrativ is its great quality. The Revolution escalated when it was remembered that nothing happens in isolation now. Each is a soldier in a cold war where there is unlimited access to information. And the ones with armed power are monitoring. The anger felt: because I'm queer, because I'm black, because I'm po or, because it doesn't matter  and I know it! I see the world through  Most High lenses  and there are far too many struggles and loves,  and you want to try and impose your will on me  when here *report* see? My very existence is based on my being free. Syria has been happening,  it Has ESCALATED. Pray for ‪#‎ feesmustfall‬ . It's related. Pay attention to how far gone the pursuit for a free life can go. One being's extreme is another's sane perspective

I see her face Every time I close my eyes. I hear her voice Each time whispering solemn lies . I dare not believe it when she claims to love me. I dare not believe it. I cannot help but believe. I see her eyes in the mirror Gazing back at me. I smell her, her scent haunts me. I call her name. I scream it. I pray it. I dare it to Bee. Because without, I am not me.

Beautiful person: Ever been in love? Me: No. BP: you're being dishonest. Me: I am not. BP: what about your exes? Me: what about them? BP: are you saying you never loved any of them? Me: No, I am saying I never fell out of love. BP: but you said - Me: No, you implied that being in love was a thing of the past. No, I have never been anything! I am. BP: I could never share a man. Me: which is why my name is not on your menu this evening. BP: why are you single? Me: Many people think like you, so they fail to get me, So i keep on without... Humans are optional...

Nxele Ntsikana Tiyo Soga Bantu Biko The Final Frontier war will not be against whites, or the Churches of Western Liberal ideals; the final frontier war is being waged against ideology. This will not be reduced to another 'fight against oppressive forces and their inhumane continued assault on black bodies', but a full scale eradication of the ideologies that landed us here. I will teach my children to be proud kaffers. They will never forget where they come from. People forget. Forget this and you will be forgiven and forgotten. Rise! Rise! Dare ye, Intellectual, ascend! Be ye great! Our nation demands, now more than ever, that intellectuals fulfill the prophesies of the forefathers of our South African Conscious Movement. Dare ye occupy intellectual Terra strategically! Dare ye take back your land from those who wrongfully flourish from your pain! Occupy institutions of higher learning, sack those who have no compassi

I humbly choose to savour this defeat. I will write a story of the time greatness was dared. Tomorrow's children will seek these words out. There lives peace and love and happiness in this heart. When Most High opens a door, no force of mankind can close it. This is written. Why I refuse people near access to I: Humans aint loyal. A person can love you one day and shut you out the very next. Most High bless, people are an unnecessary accessory. Good to have, great to do without.  Life is tricky, and deep. One remembers the peace in death. For one thing, no people allowed beyond the veil, typically. Now to stir the pot. Oh, hello. You're still reading? Jolly good! You're right in time to watch a vanquishing. Oh, don't worry. Yours is coming. Most High has come. These are nah words for the Divine, but ye who lurks in secrets and shadow. You too will yield to my power. You will be moulded into a great example by Force. First

Fuck this march for change. Where will the DA be when we continue marching for dignity, fairness, equality? Where were they when Marikana happened? Where were they when #RhodesSoWhite? Where are they now #FeesmustFall? I don't care if 200k people march. I'll join when fees fall fully and I can go get my PhD. FOR NOW, Fuck their 'change'! I don't want change, I want progress! These hypocrites think a hashtag and a hype are what we need? No.  I need to be in school. You want me to march for you IN THIS HEAT, for who? VOETSEK, DA. ‪#‎ GoandHang‬ . Next time, take students seriously. While you die of dehydration and sunstroke, a great occupation of state institutions will continue being waged from the shadows by true revolutionaries.

This one has loved ferociously! This one has powered through potentially disastrous adventures. This one lives on, accepting that some things and some people are better off without us, irrespective of deep feelings of sentimentality. One gets the Buddha. Enlightenment is happiness within - even though, with or without,out - and especially because of. Doesn't matter what the challenge faced with is. These are words from within, to hearts without. Peace

Nothing irks one more than inconsistency in people. Alas, to be human is to be inconsistent. So people irk this one generally. It's not personal, I simply don't feel it's fair to keep you thinking I like you. Lol. No. I love you, dear human, but personal space...

Expect people to be people and you will never be disappointed. Judases. There are many Judases outchea. There is a risk you may misread, so all interpretations are accounted for and accepted. My people are Judases; they are very likely to do something that they will regret. People regret. Most High says dare to remember fondly instead. Then, it is said, you will have had shown love as a reaction to life, which will have been a beautiful thing. You are loved in absentia.

What happens when you take Tuesday add vodka with Nudity (which may or may not lead to solo lovemaking down the line. Regardless, remember to love yourself!) Pleasant vibrations of Peace, Love and Happiness your way!

Let's not forget where ‪‎ Zuma‬ learned to steal from, dear black child of this land. Remember how your ancestors had loads of land Land that was consequently stolen - Land no longer belonging to your people - which is why you were raised ekasi at some point or another. When the cattleherder was still herding cattle, he was dreaming of being rich. The only way for a cattleherder to become rich without education is to steal. Many of our brothers and sisters aged 20-60 are in jail. They were taught by the past that stealing is as good a way as any. Yet, ironically enough, the teachers of crime never went to jail. They have state institutions named after them. Remember how we got here. Only then will you, too, see where we are going.

Trippy weather that the Westernized world is experiencing. Floods, fires, tornados, blizzards and hail - all over one weekend - overseas. Back in Africa, the people are oppressed by ideolgy: drunken brawls escalating; tyranical regimes; unnecessary bloodshed that you won't really see as breaking news on CNN. The weather's far more relevant than Africa. It's cool. The weather is a reaction to what has been done to Afrika.

It was drizzling. The wind blowing harsh, chilly wisps of wind into his face, Bongani regarded just how unfortunate their situation was as he stepped out of Charl's car. He had drawn the shortest straw, and was consequently delegated the task of finding help. Karma, he thought to himself as he made his way to the car that had just pulled up a close distance behind them. He could hear female voices. He doubted that they would have jumper cables, but he thought it best to ask regardless. He and his friends Nhlanhla, MJ and Charl had thought it would be a good idea to drive up to the Setttler's Monument and watch the lights erupt all over their small little town as dusk fell. It had been quite the beautiful end to a long week, he had thought, as Charl sat up and prepared to start his car. It wouldn't start. His car had broken down. Karma. Mickey never thought that she would ever feel this way again. She was happy. She wished to be no place else, she thought, as she star

Flowers. It really doesn't matter if they bloom or not. They, too, will dry up inside and die oitside. Between birth and death, many spirits are sunk and burried beneath layers piled on layers of unneccessary tension. Humans manifest tension through engaging with love so far as. When you only love so far as, there remain points of darkness where Most High healing cannot take place. Therefore to love conditionally is the same as not loving at all. So when you tell someone that you love them, be certain that you first love every inch of yourself. When you love yourself, the perceived imperfections in others melt away. ‪#‎ selflove‬ is a crucial expression in any relationship. The only way to discover this love for yourself is to sit down, write out each of your flaws, then forgive yourself for each through accepting that this is who you are. Even if nobody but you gets it, the being in the mirror is the only one you ever need to worry abou

I must confess my feelings of discontentment with life. A deep, chronological series of events has wound up here, at this place, with these feelings. Usually, I simply surrender myself in silence to solitude: the puzzle pieces fall into place. I must express now due to the asphyxiating feeling crushing my chest. Pain has overcome this being, this grief over the future (every second spent in manifestation beyond this moment). I have no options that I see for gaining the emancipation this spirit desires. The very thought of remaining a prisoner for another moment longer seers white hot all over this body   Every word said to I is a whip lashing. Every word said of I is as though another nail is drilled into the core of this heart. I am bloodied. I am shamed. I am broken. I know my way and I know it true. I will wear my blood and shame and broken pieces with love for Most High. These are my shackles beyond the physical. I accept all, fo

Why suffer in silence? Create a space for yourself to be the truest you that you can be. Claim your pain. Speak to your feelings. Remember when Facebook used to ask: 'how are you feeling today?' Pretend like it still does; answer to yourself on your timeline. That is where it must be safest to break down. Nobody's really reading anyway.

There are people we have allowed into our lives who were undeserving of nearness to us. They were welcomed unconditionally, and chose to stay for the good times. When the storm clouds gathered, and the rains fell, they rush to the waters to be carried away - somewhere other than where you are - to a place you cannot reach. When people do not care for being a part of your life, love them in absentia while working on forgetting them. How to forget amazing people? Realize tha t you are the Most Awesome because clearly you attract such unforgetable, amazing People. Meaning, there will always be awesome souls around you - even should some choose a life without you. Everyone around us can make decissions too. Hare Krsna

When these eyes close to see more clearly, they see only her. They see her most clearly today. In a cloudy town, many leagues from here, an angel now chills with blackies bottles, laughing with loved ones having the time of her life. She wears a flimsy croptop and short pants. Her hour glass figure, her bright eyes, her magickal-scented hair; every skewed tooth and crimson lips. Her cackling laughter turns to a gentle snore when she sleeps. These eyes may never see her in manifestation again. In time, these eyes will close for all infinity. The last image they will see will be her fading silhouette as all finaly goes dark.