Mine is to filter out the rhetoric and propaganda, so that we children of the soil can form opinions based on logic and reason. Not through those summarized and scripted tales presented to us.
The ANC’s regional conference in Ekurhuleni draws near, and with it, a familiar storm begins to stir. History has taught us that when power is up for grabs, peace often slips quietly out the back door. Words will turn into weapons. Reputations will be bruised, dragged, reshaped to fit agendas. Some will stand on stages, … Continue reading Where Power Gathers, Peace Scatters
@lankosiwrites Be careful of those who assert themselves as leaders and innovators, some are not unfamiliar with the concept of selling out, particularly when they thrive at the expense of others. When history starts to echo past mistakes, reminding us of what led to the demise of our people through the actions of today's crop … Continue reading When History Repeats Itself
@lankosiwrites How dare you attempt to marry me off into a family, you do business with? Was I a part of the agreement? You’ve wounded me this time in a manner that defies the ability to pen it down, this injury is deeper than it may appear at first glance. Anguish has also begun to … Continue reading Destiny Swap Gone Wrong
La Nkosi Writes 🖊️ Love, like ink, can gently seep into new stories, weaving together new chapters and fresh beginnings. Each drop carries whispers and promises, delicately inscribed on pages that await their turn, especially those yet to unfold… A beautiful tapestry reveals itself, crafted from the threads of our dreams, as our aspirations soar … Continue reading Love & Ink
I refuse to form part of cycles meant to destroy my peace for the sake of keeping traditions we never inherited from those that came before us. When they colonized us they made sure to dilute what they had access to when it came to our spirituality as children of the soil, hence the constant … Continue reading Not Again
When the ground started crumbling and the brave ones pointed it out, the crumb collectors were quick to extinguish those who dared to expose the rot within. La Nkosi The breadcrumb collectors impose themselves onto people and into places where the brave are, because they want to control the narrative and the running of things. … Continue reading Your Breadcrumb Collectors Are A Problem
The minute you stabbed me in the back,With a dagger my enemy gave you.I felt it piercing through my skin...But my blood froze due to the shock.Coming to realize you were the warning,Ruined the little hope our kind had in this. All calls for help were ignored, judgements were thrown allover the place, With no … Continue reading
You can stop with the pretense cause there are no cameras,What's it with your kind indulging in food not meant for their stomachs?Don't you ever get tired of the constant suffering you have subjected us to?I don't think I get it quite right, this thing of your kind ruling us towards our own demise under … Continue reading To That Kind
When he showed up she was on the verge of pulling a no show.A rebel who wanted nothing to do with that which she came from, was prevented from leaving.She whose eyes burn when fuming with rage,The one whose face turns red due to the fire that burns in her, whose mouth utters nothing but … Continue reading .
Used to question my actions I looked for reasons negative reasons that would justify or quench the thirst I had for the little belief of things crumbling every time I tried them out.This time around it was rather different, when I questioned my actions and the choices I made the answers I never seeked for … Continue reading If it is for you, it won’t hurt you.
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