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Case Number: 046-6039153 Like, remember how folks get murked, and how it is okay to be afraid, and how it's okay to be cautious even when one is not afraid, though it is important that we know how to stay alive in these streets, and hold our own.  Folks get jealous when they see dark skin prosper, so, don't be kept silent with a facemask.  Pull it down an #ChallengeOppressionDay it up at the frontlines of Frontier Battles .

The # BattleOfThePipe started only because governments of the world could not keep their greedy paws off social cultures in their races towards accumulating Bitcoin.  Who knew that smoking would be the spark to global geoRevolution.   Smoking is a timeless socio-cultural expression rooted in traditional means of cultivating and managing civil order.   The earliest form of human celebration is rooted in the discovery of fire, and the realisation of how certain facets and features of the natural world respond and react to the application of fire in their native environment.  As a result of trial and error, certain branches and twigs released aromas and effects which induced sense reactions in humans, leading to several key points in our chronology as a human species, namely: - we tamed fire, learned what and how to smoke. - we tamed fire, learned what (and what not) to cook with while we smoke. - we industrialized the processes of fire dispensation, smoking and cooking. - industr

The Final Frontier Wars A philological contribution to modern records of truths best captured in the format of High Fantasy fiction, by Philologist/ Historical Accuracy Journalist (BA Rhodes/PDMM Rhodes graduand), Lord, Lebogang K Tlou I   Hxx Imperial Majesty Negus Negast Accurate order chronological Duke in heir, per terra a sanguine ad identi, Hxx Excellently Imperial Righteousness (HEIR). Friday, 20 May, 2022 The Battle of the Meter ,   as narrated by Lord Samuel L Jackson, and hand-written by HEIR Lord Lebogang K Tlou. The #BattleOfTheMeter was a short skirmish atop Hill 66 , at number 6 William crescent, off Bradock Road in Fort Makhanda, during the seasoned years of a murderous virus violently killing Capitalist folk in the years in c2020 era of our Lords past, present and future.   Thus was it in the years of the #FinalFrontierWars that this passage was captured from a well-fortified barricade. May the spirit of a well-earned dea

Thinking on Leadership and Influence brings to mind recollections of leardership camps I was privileged to go on in my youth. In 2003, a group of learners from a prominent model C school in Capital Park, Pretoria, were taken on a week long leadership camp retreat so as to pick the following year's prefects.  The tradition of taking learners on leadership camp is one of the few applaudable operations of the model C schooling system in South Africa. Generaal Jacques Pienaar Primary was no exception.   I was in that group of hopeful leaders in that year, and in hindsight I will admit that my eyes were fixed sternly on the prize: the Prefect badge.  I was eleven years old, and already the alluring call of power had seized and possessed me.   We were taken to a game lodge just outside the township known as Hammanskraal in the far northern outskirts of the city.  To go into details about the experience would at some stage turn into fantasy, or what is best captured and expressed by L

Picture source from:  https://worldage.in/samuel-l-jackson-1948-age-70/  on 17-5-2020 Oscar for Samuel Screenplay Copyright 2020. #OscarForSamuel™. All Rights Reserved by Lebogang K Tlou. Concept by Lebogang K Tlou Narrated by Samuel L Jackson Produced by: LitGrass Studios (Pty) ltd. A Timeless Entertainment Enterprises Foundation film Directed by: Starring: A Southern African prince watches the 2022 Oscar ceremony in holographic format on his personal holographic projector pod. Coincidentally, the Oscars coincide with graduation.    'This degree, in History, with a Uckarian logo, signed by a Premium leader, is actually the best decision I have taken in my adult life.' “And the winner for Best Voice Actor is Samuel L Jackson for his astounding narration in the autobiographical motion picture ‘Oscar for Samuel’” is announced by Leonardo Dicaprio, while, simultaneously, Prince Tlou is called up to receive his degree. *Flashbac

Senior boxing fans around the world have been dealt a surprise blow in "Iron" Mike Tyson's alleged plans to return to the square arena of combat sports. Mike Tyson (53) is preparing to step back into the ring after walking away from the world's most prolific boxing career.   " I’ve been working out, I’ve been trying to get in the ring, I think I’m going to box some exhibitions and get in shape," Tyson told reporters this week. Although previously convicted of rape, having bitten a man's ear in a pay-per-view fight, and a series of misfortunate happenings describable only as "daemons", Iron Mike Tyson's comeback is a clear indication of how past crimes do not matter so long as somewhere in a vault there sits a rich person who wants what you have to offer, and they are willing to pay fortunes even if it means letting a reformed monsters (is there such) step back into the ring. Regrettably, it's a man's world; rapista

It is important to note, firstly, that all parts of the earth ar equal in worth. That said, South Africa and Indonesia are two geopolitical regions which share a lot in common.  Here are some global community fun facts to keep you coming back to my blog for rare, quality information. 1.  Vereenigde Oostindische Compagnie   The Dutch East India Trading Company was a megacorporation which ferried hard fought-for spices from Indonesia to Holland. When Dutch adventurers discovered spices and exotic women, they sought to sell the spices, keep the women and put the men to toil as slaves, and so they did. It especially helped the cause that the Indonesians were Muslim converts.  The VOC made slaves of freefolk because they were brown. Along the way, a ship belonging to the company became shipwrecked off the Cape of good hope, known so because it was a cointoss whether the turn would be made by any vessel at that point in time.  Through that one fateful shipwreck, and perhaps even sever

We welcome the Crowns of Belgium and Lesotho as referrees.  Welcome to the official record of the ancient fight between ancestors. I am your host, Kote.  Today, we will look into the innevitable historical clash between King Moshoeshoe I and King Shaka Zulu, which would have inevitably taken place as we explore below. First, a PSA. #PSAstarts "I am making my declaration of eviction serving notice arrangement public so that the IcA may cringe, because they know who I am, and how far I'm prepared to go  # IsvaraParamAtma Bhagavan   # PerTerraASangui neAdIdenti  level magick on them." #PSAend. So, my name is attached to landmass in the minelands, where dwell 482 (growing estimate) grown ups who are my Grandmother's people, literally, because the landmass used to be a part of Basotholand until 1868, when our king annexed his cousins (my grandmother's grandfather  # KoteJacobusMont oedi  when he was a boyman of 5-8 yrs of age). Now, let us apply 

#LebogangKTlou Thabiso took a northward turn off the N1 highway, and drove the RV into the earlier hours of the night. Lerato had made her way to the front of the van, open to an adventure, though apprehensive about the stakes. "So, you say you and Tammy only meet up when it's just about time to save the world from crazy threasts 'domestically mystical and esoteric or extraterrestrial'," she movked at Thabiso, who maintained his pleasant steel. "Yeah, that's pretty much it, yeah," Thabiso had responded curtly. As pleasant as his features and tones where, he came across as short tempered and pensive to Lerato, who could not help but see an older version of her brother in the stranger before her. "So, how did you and Tammy meet?" Lerato asked. "No," said Tammy sternly from the back of the van, and the atmosphere tensed up. "Tell us where you are taking us, Thabiso. No mystical, esoteric, ethereal or extraterrestrial, jus

By #LebogangKTlou "Drinking alcohol is very much similar to building a good, strong blazing fire," Kagiso was overheard by his sister Lerato telling his new sweetheart. "You won't get much beyond smoke and confusion if you clutter up a stack of wood, or drink too much too soon - to be blunt; after all, like a good, strong blaze, a solid, sturdy drunkenness requires fresh air, patience and appreciation for the outcome." It wasn't uncommon for Kagiso to ask Lerato along on his dates, and she really felt a connection to Tammy, and felt Tammy's connection with her brother. Lerato didn't mind, and delighted in having turned out to be an ideal wingperson to her brother. "Kagiso, you haven't had a drink in five years, and listen to you, swooning over the elixir as though an old love companion, it's so sweet," Lerato teased, though Kagiso, as always, had a swift response. "Yeah, and this is why we are not on a double date,&quo

A situational text by  # LebogangKTlou . "Woaaah, dude! You sure I shouldn't drive?" said Thabiso to his flatmate Steven. "Nurghl," Steve burped, tilting the car sideways before reigning her back onto the lane. "I guht dis, bro." Thabiso sat back, and braced himself for an adventure. One way or another, the day had begun on an intense note when Steve came knocking at his door in the early hours to enquire any weed. "Dude, you look lit, that's hectic!" Thabiso had said, given that South Africa was locked down by high authority of the presidency, and alcohol sales had been prohibited for weeks. "Awe, bro, Uh'm naht gonna lie, I'm lit. Let's go buy weed?" Steve articulated, using hand gestures and speech in a unique, ethereal way. Thabiso had to admit that the timing of an inebriated sage inviting him along on missions, after days of longing for Kush, and dealing with radical bouts with insomnia and it's daemo