#anopenletter

In realms unseen, where spirits dwell,Where time is at a stand still, little did I know, That her words draped in a sheet of love, a speech at my 21stWould be our last, and a bittersweet farewell.. My beautiful friend, like a sister joined her Ancestors' embrace,Leaving behind a world veiled in grace... Her departure came as a shock, Her funeral I could not attend, due to the journey I have…

The demise of the ANC is not as far as these arrogant ones think, it is in fact nearing. Their current crop of leaders’ failure to ensure basic services are rendered is a red flag, their hunger for power, thirst for tenders, ignorance and lack of accountability will surely accelerate things.No amount of PR will sanitize what’s left of their image, for the current generation of leaders in senior…

You ridiculed those who called you out on your wicked ways and made sure to close the doors on the genuine ones whenever their names were being mentioned, in spaces you felt were your playground- forgetting about how you were parachuted like many others and spoon-fed with clever rubbish to a certain level so as to not shame the one who roped you in to begin with. There was an increase in crime,…

I say this because,I had been conditioned into thinking the solution to our problems would come from the works of those foreign to us and those they shunned. We are the generation that has been called to repair that which was broken when our ways were slowly being removed from us throughout solutions that only benefited them ,sentencing us to a continued form of slavery with a modern pinch to it…

I am not one to celebrate when one of our own is in the pits, but I can’t keep quiet and allow them to play the victim card when they created the mess they are in now. I hope we learn from the mistakes you made, and that those who were asleep wake up from their slumber. You were never one of us my friend. I say this because you acted the part and enjoyed the luxuries that came with it. You…

The thing about you puppets that I find worrying is, how full your heads are with slimy goo. Because the things you do are uncalled for and the unfortunate part is that your actions affect those of us who are on the ground. Continue to ridicule those who call you out if that brushes your bruised egos, the clock continues to tick and you will be humbled by the effects of your…