Tag: hope
Live & Be
Hone the fire
The pressure of freedom and opportunity
For a long time all our parents and grand parents could dream for us was to be free and blessed with abundant opportunity. Thank the ancestors this dream shared by many has become a reality and here we live and breathe in this beautiful time where no piece of legislation limits anyone being of taking from this world what they want,creating what they feel is missing and giving to the world the best of them. Goodness if only they could see us now. I think of the great members of my family for instance who I know were amazing people … Continue reading The pressure of freedom and opportunity
NOTHING IN THE WORLD CAN STOP YOU
Once again adversity and strife are upon your heels Word upside down mental mirrors shattered,surrounded by hollow bleakness Yet your soul remains untarnished by this character defining contention Your path is more precious and pristine than we could fathom in our most enlightened moments Neither hunger nor temporary discomfort could by any measure deter you from your goals This is capable of beating you but won’t , for as long as there is a heartbeat in your body and capacity for another breath The journey to victory is truly under stated but one your making none the less no infact … Continue reading NOTHING IN THE WORLD CAN STOP YOU
The truth is I am afraid
Of what this dream means to me, for its greater than I imagine purer than I could fathom Each time I give less than I should my heart personifies a reservoir of guilt Passing moments of anxiety comfort my insecurity when for a moment this task seems beyond my capabilities above my means Amidst any doubts my prayer is that this fear shall fuel my passion and propel me to to my best, until fear turns into faith ,faith into potential and potential a blessed realisation of my purpose Continue reading The truth is I am afraid
I stood
I stood on mountains and made promises to myself To pursue a new path of living filled with divine purpose Where my being would be as truthful,honest and informed as my mind and spirit’s capacity could allow To be cognisant at most times that I may not be prefered ,understood or even heard once this journey began I stood between towers where I relinquished all inhibitions That could prohibit the realisation of my dreams Stunt the growth of my mind Disturb the course of this journey that was now all I ever wanted I stood with my feet firmy on … Continue reading I stood
Parts of me
Parts of me pushed to war a battle of blame and shame After all we’ve been here before and the last time we swore we had learnt and wouldn’t be here ever again Yet some how eyes wide open we are again in the dark abyss of sobering reality A different part of me says you were foolish to laugh and smile as though pain and ache would never cross your path again you shouldnt have been happy because you know this never lasts this just isn’t meant for you Another says it’s not your fault these things just happen … Continue reading Parts of me
Bokamoso heritage day- Constitution Hill
I think I’d forgotten her
Whilst watching a random tv program I hear a woman pronounce the number six just like my grandmother Dimakatso used to. At first I smile and all of a sudden I cringe in horror because I couldn’t remember when last I had thought of her.Could it be so that I had forgotten my beloved Mme (mother) as I called her ,as all her grandchildren did. My mind flooded with memories so sweet and wholesome of time when I was but a child with no knowledge of a world occupied by strife. I became overcome with emotions indescribable and held back … Continue reading I think I’d forgotten her
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