9/22/09

What Law?


Today is my birthday: September 22. On this day God has just proven to me that I was born for a purpose. For years I knew that there was something that I could contribute to the lives of people that had never, or at least, been scarcely contributed. You may ask, what's new under the sun? Nothing really. Nevertheless, old things can be renewed until they look 100% new. Today I will share with you the next wave of esoteric revolution that the Lord has been keeping for times such as these.


At Divine Construction Ministries (DCM) we are aware that you have been looking for ways to connect yourself to the Law of Attraction. Well, you don't have to waste your time. Laws are meant to be broken and no one can follow the law to the letter, for “The letter kills but the Spirit gives life.” You do not need any rules to attraction. You need grace. Therefore, let us welcome you to the beginning of an explosive ministry: The Grace of Attraction.


In these series of teachings and reflections, you will learn how to do everything wrong in relation to the law of attraction and still get all the results you want. You see, Ronda came with the Law but Awesome God has come with the Grace. The Grace of Attraction will lead you into new paths of Balanced Thinking. It's really not just about positive or negative thinking. It's about which Company you are working for.


Fact: No matter what you can try to do, it is only natural to think negative thoughts. There is no one person who can think positive thoughts only. With all the negativety happening around the world, people killing, people raping, people stealing, people destroying, etc, how can you claim that you don't see what is going on? Is the law of attraction supposed to be denial? Just by merely noticing the blatant negativity in the world, we are admitting to thinking negatively. You can't see it and claim that you don't perceive it. You can't perceive it without using your mind's thought channel. Whether we would like to admit it or not, we are all negative thinkers, and also positive thinkers. The challenge is how do you balance it? Remember, even the Lord Jesus Christ himself more often thought negatively, attracting poverty, sickness and death on our behalf. Therefore, we don't have to pay transgressing the law of attraction any more. He did it all. That is the Grace of Attraction. All you have to do is believe in your heart and confess with your mouth that Jesus is the Lord. Negative thinking is just like stinking breath, just like smelly armpits and a dirty body; it's all natural to the mortal man. Just like sin was. So, instead of fighting to think good thoughts, how about accept that he fought on your behalf? The bible teaches that “They that receive the abundance of grace, shall reign in life.” All you need is to receive grace and give thanks to the Lord that all good things in life are coming your way. When you do this, the Seven Waves of Prosperity will sweep through your life and you will be called the most blessed person on earth. This is real and very biblical. This is not just prophetic, it is apostolic. This is the beginning of the manifestation of the sons of God. We are moving from potential to substance. Aren't you just tired of being a Walkie Talkie Believer? You have been declaring and confessing for years but you are still attracting all the wrong things in life. Well, here is an opportunity to become a Talkie Walkie Believer – You Speak the Word and You Walk in Victory. Indeed, in him we move, in him we have our being.

9/17/09

Heaven and Hell

Recently I posted it on my Facebook Wall, that if there was email beyond in the afterlife people will be surprised to find that their beloved friends and family members who they think are sitting on HIS right hand are actually burning in that other place churches want us to believe exists. For a fact; I don't believe in heaven and hell but only earth because it's here and I can touch it any minute I fell like lacing my shoes.

So, there could be a situation whereby if we lived in an Egalitarian Society we would all be hooked on the internet, either on cellphones or Apple Macs and browsing the net on leisure, not to have it as a domain of a few. In this ideal situation our email addresses would be our names and surnames followed by our email service provider; something like goodenough.mashego@earth.co.za or barack.obama@earth.com. Thus there wouldn't be all these stress of different service providers, we all would be logged on to earth.

Now, the point behind this post comes in the afterlife. Here is a brother you all loved who passes away and you decide that you are going to get that charismatic pastor to perform his last rites and tell all of you that he is sitting on the right hand of the Most High. He will yep stuff about; suppose he's a musician, his introduction to the orchestra beyond where he is performing with Bob Marley, Tupac Shakur, Notorious BIG, Marvin Gaye, Miriam Makeba, Jabu Khanyile and others. They call that troupe; The Orchestra Beyond. But then you know this chap was really bad, into groupies, too much alcohol, too much cocaine, too much lying, cheating, stealing and bad music.

So, in that event imagine getting mail in your email from tshepo@hell.org while you expected him to be in heaven since the charismatic pastor who gave him his send-off made all of you to feel that he was on his one-way ticket to paradise with a VISA signed by St Paul. You bloody expected him to mail you on tshepo@heaven.gov.

I reckon life would be interesting and we would have long answered questions like Tupac's I wonder if Heaven got a Ghetto and "is there a heaven for a g". All those fantasies of being in heaven that fuelled Tupac's muse would have been laid to rest. Obviously we would still receive spam mail from some of the naughty angels with aspirations of getting shareholding on this Matrix.

Remember Biggie, remember this Suicide Thoughts lyrics, "When I die, fuck it I wanna go to hell/ Cause Im a piece of shit, it aint hard to fuckin tell/ It dont make sense, goin to heaven wit the goodie-goodies/ Dressed in white, I like black tims and black hoodies/ God will probably have me on some real strict shit/ No sleepin all day, no gettin my dick licked/ Hangin with the goodie-goodies loungin in paradise/ Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice/ All my life I been considered as the worst/ Lyin to my mother, even stealin out her purse/ Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion/ I know my mother wished she got a fuckin abortion/ She don't even love me like she did when I was younger/ Suckin on her chest just to stop my fuckin hunger/ I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes? Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies"

Biggie's heaven is different from the one you saw on Tupac's I wonder if Heaven Got a Ghetto and I Ain't Mad at Ya videos. Food for thought. And now you know!

The star throwing poor blacks under the bus

Originally published at PoliTrick or TreaT

This is just a simple observation of how differently news can be reported depending to the class of the people at hand.


This morning iol.co.za ran a story about a guy named Respect Mkhwanazi, a 34 year old Sandton restaurant manager who's studying for a BComm degree. He has a wife and two kids, two

Photo credit: Chris Collingridge, the star

and twelve. Mr Mkhwanazi worked hard to be were he is, he started out as a cleaner 13 years ago at his restaurant and now he manages it. One evening while he was driving home, he was


Stopped by police officers, After 20 minutes, the cops signalled for him to proceed. He drove a few metres, stopped at a red light when the light turned green he accelerated, the cops thought he had stolen his BMW, shot at him and when he stopped, they took him out of his car, banged his head against the car, when they finally realized that the car isn't stolen, they apologized and let him go. [Full story here]

The second story appeared just two weeks ago on the same publication. This one goes like this: A gunmen fires shot at a BRT bus, two people get injured. The gunman flees to the near, Nancefield Hostel.


Photo credit: Jennifer Bruce, the Star


Hours later while Hostel dwellers are asleep, Police officers, Metro Cops, Security forces and soldiers raid the hostel, armed with heavy artillery. They kick in doors, wake people up while they're still half naked, Turn their rooms upside down, confiscate a few guns and make little to no arrest. [Full story here and accompanying image gallery here]

It should be noted that on both stories, our law enforcement used excessive force, on the first story they shot at an innocent man on the second story they raided people's homes carrying riffles, asked them to lie face down in their underwear and turned their rooms upside down but if you read both stories you notice that on the first one, they made it a point to mention the car the victim drove, his occupation, the fact that he's a family man who made a name for himself. The police officers were painted as the villains, who shot at an innocent man. While on the other story, law enforcers are painted in a positive light, they are just trying to catch criminals, leaving no stone unturned. Nothing is mentioned of the innocent men who got woken up early in the night by cops kicking down their doors. In fact, a female photographer took picture of these innocent men in their underwear. The pictures of the half naked men were posted on page two of a national paper with the implication that these men were criminals (How humiliating).

The moral of the story: If you're poor, you're not worth a shit!

9/10/09

The Best Place to Hide Anything From a Black Person

Often when I’m having a chat with my intellectual artist friends we like to reflect on our earlier literary influences – which are as diverse as the universe. Recently we have been wondering why on City Press Pulse’s Back Page whenever our plastic celebrities (people who work for TV and radio) are asked what books are they reading they always say, Long Walk to Freedom, Re-discovering the Kingdom, Threshing Floor, Some of my Best Friends are White, Colour, Once in a Lifetime, Women Thou Art, I Write What I Like, Capitalist Nigger, Rich Dad Poor Dad, The Scramble for Africa, Da Vinci Code, Anatomy of South Africa, Stupid White Men, Walter & Albertina Sisulu: In Our Lifetime, Staying in Touch With your Fertility, Run Your Own Business and Make Lots of Money, Memoirs of a Geisha, The Hardy Boys, Petals Of Blood, A Child Called It, Losing My Virginity and Bible.
The only people who confess to not reading are DJs like Clock and Tira and it’s fine, the probably listen to more overseas music to make sure that what they do is not plagiarism or vice versa.
We wondered because the way most of the so-called celebrities conduct their public lives and affairs defies the content of some of those books they claim to have read to the back cover. Imagine someone telling you that they read Capitalist Nigger but still believing in welfare and voting based on which political party can give them free stuff instead of which one will give them more opportunities to work the system.

Also imagine someone who claims to have read I Write What I like still treating his kind with disdain by exhibiting the material that s/he has to them and personalizing his German model’s numberplates to stand out like a horny penis. Where’s the consciousness?

So, this is just a precursor to most of our discussions. We end up agreeing that actually these folks don’t read any book but are afraid to just tell Pulse that they ain’t reading none because it will mean a manifestation of the claim that ‘the best place to hide anything from a black person is to write it in a book’. But I mean there’s nothing wrong with not reading a book, if you are not because we can’t all be reading books – we ain’t a homogenous species.

It’s like someone claiming that they are reading the Bible because they know you won’t ask them a question about a collection that is 66 books thick with two equally important Testaments. To me it’s like being asked who my favourite painter is and I just rush to say Vincent Van Gogh or Pablo Picasso without intimately knowing their pieces. Just knowing that Van Gogh cut off his ear and that Picasso sold only one painting before he died is not enough.
if you asked me what was the last film I watched I will be brutally honest and tell you that my viewing is not even captured on Box Office because I wait for the film to be released on DVD or be flighted on DsTV, I don’t watch them in the cinema. If that makes me less sophisticated, it’s fine but that’s the truth. There are no cinemas where I live, same way there are no libraries or bookstores where others live.

So, why am I telling you this? It’s because when me and my friends discuss our influences and which author did we lose our virginity to most are quick to tell me about Bessie Head, Doris Lessing, Tsitsi Dangarembga, Chinua Achebe etc. they look at me with disdain when I tell them I was seduced by James Hadley Chase (real name Rene Brabazon Raymond – b. 24 December 1906 d. 6 February 1985) after just being platonic with nameless Scottish novels dealing with horse-breeding – before George Orwell’s Animal Farm. I mean my first novel was given to me when I was around 12-years-old by my parent. When I grew up everybody was reading Chase novels which were circulating amongst us like a bulbous blunt at a street corner.

We were all a bunch of oppressed Bantu-educated darkie kids reading Chase novels. At least 70% of boys I grew up with were religiously reading those novels and aspiring to be thugs. We knew the storylines and characters by title, Safer Dead, Come Easy Go Easy, Just Another Sucker, Rollo, The Dead Stay Dumb, He Won’t Need it Now, Twelve Chinks and a Woman, The Doll’s Bad News, Lady, Here’s Your Wreath, Miss Callaghan Comes to Grief, Miss Shumway Waves A Wand, Just the Way it is, Eve, More Deadly Than the Male, I’ll Get you for This, Make the Corpse Walk, Blonde’s Requiem, No Business of Mine, The Flesh of the Orchid, Trusted Like the Fox, You Never Know with Women, You’re Lonely When you are Dead, The Paw in the Bottle, Lay Her Among the Lillies, Figure it Out for Yourself, The Marijuana Mob, Strictly for Cash, Why Pick on Me?, But A Short time to Live etc.

It’s only later that I started reading Afrikan literature and that from the Diaspora. I started reading Molefi Kete Asante, Alice Walker, Oonya Kempadoo, Maya Angelou, Terry McMillan etc.
Then I mixed with brilliant Caucasian authors of note like Sydney Sheldon, Robert Ludlum, John Le Carre, Jack Higgins etc. and when I came back home trying to find an author I can fiend I found that everybody was writing about politics from one side of the spectrum. Everybody was trying to sell to me the allegation that only one political party liberated this country while some of us only knew about it during the State of Emergency, together with five others.

I then read old classics by E'skia Mphahlele and Miriam Tlali. I tell my literati friends that I can confess that I have never read Long Walk to Freedom and any motivational book written by dodgy charismatic born-again fundamentalists.
I needed inspiration in 1989 when I was locked in a jail cell and those clergy were blessing Boer weapons before their township rendezvous, not in 2009 when the sheepskin has been removed. So, while today I am an adjudicator for the South Afrikan Literary Award (Literary Oscars) which means I read tens of books a year I still feel I need to read more – not for the culture of reading but because once you stop reading you stop learning. I need to be exposed to Chinese, Indian and South American literature.

Today’s voices are equally brilliant as long as they shy away from politicizing their literature. Writers like Kgebetli Moele, Niq Mhlongo, Zukiswa Wanner, Fred Khumalo, Kopano Matlwa, Siphiwo Mahala etc.

So, I want my Chase novels back. I have started with a collection and am paying good money for these classics. If you have a Chase (which I rather raise my daughter on than Long Walk to Freedom) contact me at goodynuff@hotmail.com

9/8/09

What would Biko do?


I don't wanna lie, I was never really into Biko. I didn't know who he really was until I came to college and the people at campus who were into Biko were either: 1) Members of the SASCO SRC who acted like hooligans half the time. 2) Cheesy poets of the Yeoville variety turning Biko's into cliches (Raise your hands if you have rolled your eyes whenever someone says "Black man you're on your own" or my personal favourite "De-colonise your mind") 3) Those typecast Rastafaris who would be preaching black love and black unity while they spend most of their time trying to bang a white chick so I unfortunately had a misdirected aversion to Steve Biko, plus it didn't help that Denzel washinton hammered our accent on the movie based on Biko's life. It wasn't until half the people I know kept pestering me to read "I write what I like", I tried countless times to get it from the Campus library but somebody seemed to beat me to it. I finally got hold of the book about two weeks ago, being a natural hater and a cynic, I was ready to declare the book the most overrated in South Africa but I can't, "I write what I like" is as good as everyone says it is, everybody should read it. 

But this post isn't about that though, it's about what I notice to be trend lately or maybe it's been like that ever since, I don't know what I do know is that it seems a lot of columnist are making their obligatory "what would Biko do" "how would Biko feel type post" type column. I remember some time ago, my current favourite columnist Andile Mngxitama, one of the editors of Biko Lives: Contesting the legacy of Steve Biko,  wrote an article about how if Steve Biko would still be alive he wouldn't bother to vote and on June 16 this year he made a column on the Sowetan about how Biko wouldn't approve how the ANC Hijacked Youth day to make it seem like they were somehow involved in it when in reality they were in exile and so on and so forth. Right now I see that Onkgopotse JJ Tabane made a similar post on thought leader

All this sorta reminds of Rapper Tupac Shakur, I apologize for mentioning Biko and Pac in the same post 'cause Tupac was probably the most overrated artist who was popular 'cause of all his Bullshit antics and Biko was a true visionary and a leader. But both of them died and certain people decided to 'speak on their dead bodies' behalf', in the case of Pac who never knew him like Eminem and 50 would make ridiculous claims in their songs like "if pac was here now, he would never ride with Ja" and in the case of Biko's case people who also didn't know him are making similar statements "If Biko was still alive, he would never do this or that. he would be saddened by this etc". It's amazing! Since we're talking about Rap and shit, I found it appropriate to quote Political activist/ Rapper Immortal Technique's lyrics on the issue:

......but you know what the **censored** I think is just pathetic and gay/
when niggaz speculate what the **censored** 'Pac would say/
you don't know shit, about a dead mans perspective.....
Really thought, If Biko were to be rise up, and read this post, would he be happy? sad? enraged? I guess you'd have to ask the above mentioned columnists about that.

9/7/09

Why Mzwakhe Mbuli Sucks

This week I had the misfortune of listening, for the second time to Mr Mzwakhe Mbuli’s post-incarceration -liberation recorded rants. I remembered the Mzwakhe of the late 1980s whose recordings I could recite by heart. I even bought his poetry book.

Even though it (his poetry) was spruced with a lot of Aghostino Neto punchlines and other revolutionaries like Marcus Garvey and Patrice Lumumba it still made a lot of sense. It made sense because it was conceived and presented at an epoch that South Afrika was going through at the time, similar to what Angola, Jamaica and DR Congo went through.

Then The People’s Poet was thrown in jail for robbing a bank and being picked at an identity parade by a witness. I think his stay in jail really messed with his mind and his ability to litigate. Today he is known more for pioneering the battle against the technology that make people burn CDs, DVDs and other media and not spending money on actually buying the records. This is stealing from artists’ tables – it sucks as well.

His media-hyped crusades against Chinese and Indians hawkers reminds me of a guy who is said to have wondered why his business was stalling and when he was told that it was some people using cyberspace to do the same thing he was doing demanded that they be hired to work for him – when he was told that they make good money working cyberspace demanded that his CFO buy the whole fucking cyberspace in a hostile takeover.

What Mzwakhe fails to understand is that these days there are more file sharing sites than record bars. There are more DJs remixing and playing other people’s music than arenas to perform. I don’t need to leave my workstation to get a hot song for free. I can either go to a club to listen to some DJ playing Mzwakhe over a house beat.

Okay, the point behind this point is to critique why Mzwakhe is dangerously caught in a time warp. I picked this when I was listening to his empty rants against society. I still remember that his first recording after doing time in prison contained lines that demanded to know what was the bone of contention between Zuma and the Scorpions. That was shallow given that there are more newspapers in prison than in my whole neighbourhood but we knew what the two elephants were battling for.

Now his latest recording, with a religious twist, which is actually gospel - left me feeling bad for what prison does to people and their perception of society. Your clock stops when they lock those giant gates and only starts ticking again when they jerk them open after your parole hearing. And in your mind you are still at 10h30 when it’s already 23h46.

I can say with conviction and without any fear of contradiction that Mzwakhe sucks as a poet, not because of his own doing but the system that denied him the opportunity to move with the times. For a man who spoke for a lot of people and for rights his stand on gays and lesbians is hypocritical – Sodom and Gommorah? Please, I would understand if it came from Pope Benedict XVIII and not a man who lamented for freedom which comes with the right to be.

It is unlike Mzwakhe to moralise about crime and homosexuals when he was convicted of aggravated armed robbery. Will he feel comfortable if he was compared to the thugs who robbed the traveler who found solace in the house of the Samaritan in the New Testament? His rhetoric against abortion sounds as if it comes from the mouth of a person who was comfortable with our sisters dying in backstreet abortion labs since abortion was invented – not by us but those who were doing it in London during apartheid.

In his heyday (when he still sat on the UDF Cultural Desk) he never protested about the absence of proper medical facilities for termination of pregnancy for black sistas. What does he expect them to do when they miss their periods after a night of binging? Give birth and starve the kids or put them on welfare? Or do backstreet abortions and die like mongrels?

Finally, when I tried to fall in love with his sermons I ended up seriously offended. Mzwakhe tries to redeem himself through the use of punchlines as if he was some older version of ProKid, reminiscent of his protest poetry. But overall, the People’s Poet sucks as a poet. I would recommend that police commissioner Bheki Cele hook him up a badge and make him a sheriff in the new SAPS Cyber Unit.

9/2/09

F*ck the Fascists - Let them go to Canada

Since yesterday I have been wondering about the furore surrounding the chap whose name I don’t bother to know who decided to apply for asylum in Canada and was granted on grounds that he has been attacked seven times by blacks and required protection from Affirmative Action. Why do we even have to worry about a racist that decided to find new people to oppress?
I understand the government’s argument that he is painting this country with a dirty brush by insinuating that this country’s crime situation is so out of control that the government can not protect him. Nice for Canada because it can. Nice for them as well because they don’t have AA, while the chap was comfortable in South Afrika when it used to have Job Reservation which excluded blacks from participating in the mainstream economy and employment opportunities. That is why we call him a racist; because he never opposed apartheid. And that is why we call Canada a racist regime; because I doubt if they can grant asylum to millions of Zimbabweans and Darfurians on wholesale because they have been attacked more than seven times by blacks.

I however think that we shouldn’t stress about this dude who decided to conjure up reasons to justify his asylum application which was going to be granted anyway. Obviously the dude always wanted Canadian domicile but couldn’t find a Canadian chick to impregnate. Indeed he might probably have been attacked seven times by ‘black’ South Afrikans and has Case numbers to prove it; he just can not prove that those darkies were South Afrikans as there are millions of blacks in South Afrika who are not South Afrikan. It’s like being attacked by a Hispanic in Los Angeles and you claim they are Americans while a large number are Mexicans with passports.

There are blacks from Lesotho, Botswana, Zimbabwe, Zambia, Malawi, Mozambique and Swaziland to mention just a few and to make my point clear. Can the dude put his dick on the line and tell me the difference between isiSwati (spoken in both Swaziland and Mpumalanga), isiZulu (spoken in both Kwazulu-Natal and Zimbabwe), isiXhosa, Sesotho (spoken in both Free State and Lesotho) and Setswana (spoken in both Botswana and North West)? If he can’t then how does he know that the person who attacked him was from South Afrika or neighbouring countries since all the above mentioned languages are spoken by blacks of different nationalities who are all resident in South Afrika?

My point here is that he is not running away from black South Afrikans and Affirmative Action but from Afrikans as a collective. He doesn’t want to live in Afrika with black people and that is why he is running, tail between his legs. And poor Canada thinks they can tame a jackal.

Unless Canada intends to be a haven for dirty scoundrels who are obsessed with racial purity they will in the long run find their society defiled by these groups of racists who take advantage of the country’s open door policy. If his issue is crime and he left South Afrika to escape from it what will he do when crime catches up with Canada? He obviously will run away to another country, apply for asylum and defame Canada’s crime situation to justify his application. I reckon he will probably say that he is running away from Canada because he has been attacked seven times by ‘Native Canadians’, since he can’t say whites given that he’s a dirty little white racist scoundrel.

It doesn’t make sense for him to complain about being attacked by ‘blacks’ in Afrika. Who does he expect to attack him, Chinese, Arabs? This here darkies are the majority and if you are going to be attacked by anyone 9 out of 10 they are going to be black. The Krugersdorp Samurai Sword killer is white and attacked whites; do I hear someone saying ‘isolated incident’? In the US the Virginia Tech massacre was carried out by a Korean-American on majority whites; did I hear someone saying ‘isolated incident’? The former Israeli Prime Minister Yitzhak Rabin was killed by a Jewish assassin; did I hear someone saying ‘isolated incident’? JF Kennedy was killed by a white assassin; did I hear someone saying ‘isolated incident’? This goes to show that crime is discriminate and no racial justification should qualify anyone for asylum.

I personally have been robbed of my cellphone before and guess who the robbers were; blacks. If I was robbed by whites it would have made frontpage news in national newspapers. If I was I China I would obviously have been robbed by Chinese not Arabs or blacks. If I was in Saudi Arabia I probably would have been robbed by Arabs.

The dude decided that he doesn’t want to be part of any solution but always runs away when the heat catches up with him. I personally wish him well in chilly Canada and I wish Canada well in its accumulation of racists.