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He was dancing, he knew, regardless of how his feet moved. He was pleased with himself, feeling as he had after swimming his first successful laps in a pool. He felt as though something big had occurred, that a milestone accomplishment had been achieved. She lead his every step, guiding him towards fluidity. The song ended, and they both collapsed onto the sofa in fits of joyous laughter. "This night will live forever," she said, and he gave a series of stern nods in agreement. She took him by the hand and lead him outside. Following her had come naturally to him; she was the way, and he was the seeker of a new world to live in harmoniously. He sought only to be held by her, and she had craved only companionship - a friend with whom to feel safe and free. It had been a couple of months since they had first met. She had cut through his layers of his personality, and found his soft core - where who he really was had been hiding from the world. She knew that the person she w

It wasn't hard being close to her, and feeling her being herself around him. He couldn't help but smile. He had his fears, his own daemons to slay - and she disallowed any of his and her own from getting in the way. There was no stopping the tide, the way all the pieces could be set was fixed, and they both knew the rules. He felt her wonder if he really saw her; if he really saw beyond the oddities she found in herself. Words weren't enough to express to her that there were none in her he could find, which relaxed and eased his soul into remaining present. In her eyes, he saw his own beauty mirrored perfectly right back at him, sparkling with twn thousand memories from a great lived experience. He accepted that her true passions were her own to reflect as she pleased, and she felt him enjoying her sanctuary. The feelings swirled as his tongue worked to remember the letters within the words which expressed themselves, articulate and crisp. You are brave. You are brea

"Emperor Olo'Ng was a humble man, leading a humble life in his humble empire which consisted of a handful of humble and noble chieftains in his regency. Emperor Olo'Ng never wished for a war of this nature to befall his lands, and never before had he nor his people believed that such horrors as metal ships from the sky with explosive arrows would come. He and his tribesmen fought hard against the invaders, however they were no match for the heavy artillery fire which rained hell down on his lowly subject." Siphokazi concluded her lecture on the humble African Emperor who fought valiantly to keep his lands. She looked at her students, a hybridized model which represented the world she now lived in. It was different now, in all the best of ways. Ever since the reforms to the Educational system in her country, she had become liberated to teach truly emancipating moral anecdotes in her lectures, however Siphokazi knew in her soul that there was more to be done beyond cat

Reblogging: Karabo Buang, April 25 2015 Post HIM Emperor Haile Selassie I May 23rd 1963 Emperor Haile Selassie I Areas of Resistance "Africa's victory, although proclaimed, is not yet total and areas of resistance still remain. We name as our first great task the final liberating of those Africans still dominated by foreign exploitation and control. With the goal in sight, and unqualified triumph within our grasp, let us not now falter of lag or relax. We must make one final supreme effort, when so much has been won that the thrilling sense of achievement has brought us near satiation. Our liberty is meaningless unless all Africans are free. Our brothers in the Rhodesias, in Mozambique, in Angola, in South Africa cry out in anguish for our support and assistance. We must urge on their behalf their peaceful accession to independence. We must align and identify ourselves with all aspects of their struggle. It would be betrayal were we to pay only lip-service to the

Born somewhere on a kraal near Butterworth, she was poorly and lowly in stature. # ButHerWorth  was always divine. By her breast she fed three babs. By her sweat she raised them. Through teary eyes she watched each succumb to the weight of the world. They were black. They were poor. They were lowly in stature. She was their mother, they her heart. Somewhere on a kraal near a place called #Butterworth. But her worth is immeasurable, the first child thought. One night in a cell, he lay on a filthy mattress and sobbed as he recalled his mother's sorrow when he called to tell her his fate. He felt she deserved better. But her worth is in her ability to see only the perfection in her children's eyes. He died that night in that cell. A nose. A snap. But her worth in him remained divine. Her divinity coursed through the veins of her second heir; a daughter. She grew to be fair and true to the Lord. Her only flaw was that she felt she was not ready. She bore

Krishna:   "Surely to imagine the best for oneself is all right. Surely the very best of us lies behind the material. Surely behind the make-up, and the labels, and the bling and the smokey mirrors there lies a beautiful smile which only wants to be seen. Material is a really easy cheat code to the good life. But that good life is an illusion. Heaven is right here on earth. The streets are paved with potential which is turned into reality with mere thoughts. Providence will provide. You simply have to believe in the best fantasy character there is in all of existence: YOU."

Character breakdown: Oby Sand Bastard son of Prince  Oberyn Martell and a secret lover; a ghost from  Ellaria Sand. Oby Sand left Dorne as a young warrior to learn and explore away from the conflict between his mother and Ellaria sand. Oby left especially to escape the immoral love he feels towards his half sister Tyene Sand, daughter off Oberyn and Ellaria. He returns from Bravos, where he learned to become a man with no face, and every face, to find his family already off to war in westeros. Bio: Oby Sand So, I practice with a sword and staff every night.  # IAm  the  # SandPrinceOfD orne . # GameOfThrones # HereICome # IAmWinter I switch hands in combat, to confuse my opposition. I defend with my left, allowing me to strike unexpectedly. With a blade in my right hand,  # IAmLethal . Strapped to my back is my staff of Power, for I am a Faceless man. We are many, and everywhere. I return to dawn to warn my sisters, *sneers* half sisters, of why we must not follow the d

Content Copyrighted by #LebogangKTlou Copyright by L Tlou 2017 Some people are born to express. How they choose to express, their medium(s) of preferences, are as important as the contemporary context in which they find themselves articulating feelings and emotions (the abstract things) through their expressionism. The capacity to express oneself eloquently, and without hesitation, is strengthened by emboldening. Finding oneself being emboldened is an end-goal, the beginnings of which start on the first day of basic schooling, and ripple out within the subjective personality's life all-throughout their careers as learners and scholars. Education emboldens those who were born to express, and thus strengthens we who express best in writing, acting, dancing and the reciting of poetry. Many who have grown to identify themselves as 'writers' have - since the Modern, through the post-modern and now in the post-post area - been doomed to experience the social har

An original story by Lebogang K. Tlou It was a Saturday morning. Tammy sat by the window, staring as the rain as it pattered down against the world, dampening the whole area surrounding her flat. From her bedroom window, she could see all activity at the front of her apartment, and so she watched as her Scottish terrier scuttled through the fence and waddled on home. “Mr Cherubs is home,” Tammy said out loud. The only response was a short grunt coming from the heap of linen and blanket with feet sticking out of one end, and a mop of locks strewn in every direction at the head. Tammy couldn’t help but laugh at Thabiso in that moment. “You were meant to be up hours ago, baby,” Tammy said. His response was another short grunt, this time as he turned to face the other direction, rolling himself deeper into a web of linen. “Get up, Thabiso!” Tammy launches herself onto the bed, it bounces as though made out of jello, and she plants butterfly kisses all over the little of his f

Tanception: an interwoven series of events By Beaulette Blom and Lebogang K. Tlou Originally produced in South Africa by Elephant Publishers, a division of Trip.E Pty Ltd First Edition Manuscript Copyright(c) Beaulette Blom, Lebogang Kote Tlou 2016 Tanception: an interwoven series of events(R) is a Trademark registered by Beaulette Blom and Lebogang Tlou The right of Beaulette Blom and Lebogang Tlou to be identified as the authors of this work has been asserted in accordance with sections 77 and 78 of the United Kingdom's Copyright Designs and Patents Act 1998. Condition of Sale and Distribution This manuscript is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, re-sold, hired out or otherwise circulated in any form of binding or cover other than in which it is published and without similar conditions including this condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser. Set in 22.5.16 by Trip.E Pty Ltd #Tanception: an inte