SMALL KITCHEN SPORTS CENTRE

SMALL KITCHEN SPORTS CENTRE
CHISA NYAMA

17 April 2011

POLITICAL VERB


The political climate is just as unpredictable as today’s weather- the effects of global warming seem to be having far reaching effects to even the political arena where rivalry reaches boiling point and civilians remain the main victims of this dog- eat dog- world.

This week we saw Mr. Malema go to court to defend a revolutionary song that is said to incite violence against farmers- an ANC BOER took to the stand to defend this song while outside the courtroom unemployed youth came out in numbers to show support for their controversial leader.  Now I pose this question: is this song and all the publicity it gets, moving us forward?
Psychological teachings describe a black mind as one that values the past more than the present and the future- we look at our past and turn our backs against the future to put it plainly.  I personally love the song and all that it stands for- however I believe, currently it is being used as just another tool to deviate the real agenda in the country.
W e are fighting a new revolution… a revolution where we seek to be financially free- what’s the use of having a democracy that baths in misuse of public spending, high level of unemployment, high crime rate and a legal system that gives special treatment to the elite.  We are fighting a new revolution- a fight against poverty, lack of sufficient health care for the masses; we are fighting corruption in public offices… it is DEMO-CRAZY!

A new song will be born come the day the country feels it’s had enough with the current leadership, till that day- I guess we have to sit and watch the current leadership make mockery of a revolution that was fought and won with lives lost underneath the scorching Sun.

02 April 2011

MSHINI WAM...

This coach is not as comfy as an old couch 
Cursed by the previous regime, it seems yet… 
Air-born hands remain high 
As the cry… freedom, 
from this baggage as it continues to pile up… 
sluggishly… like movement made by prey into the snake’s stomach. 
But now this prey comes from the slumps 
Unashamed it feeds on crumps. 
Look at the fear on eyes of the Caucasians on board- 
Can’t be described because everyone keeps quite on this train. 

Then they come, tossing their hidden cards: 
“Show me your money” 
I’ll scam you some more, but first, kiss the feet of my floor. 

In this snake’s pit, we sit in rows until the snake spits 
Congested… 
Of to the city of gold with spades, but some carry guns and knifes, 
To a few, it’s a joy ride… 
While others try to unblind us by playing guitars and singing praise, 
So reach down into your pockets because tomorrow might never come 

But the politician came… 
Took a shower, train… stop. 

Service delivery left undone because “Umshini wam” 
Is still being sung.