At times you just wanna say blllllh blllhhh blhhh,
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Saturday, 25 May 2013
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We hide no more inside sheep skin...but inside cyber space
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As I yawn my day away,I thought of how emotion can be brought into life so easily
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Friday, 24 May 2013
Wednesday, 22 May 2013
Friday, 17 May 2013
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Thursday, 25 April 2013
TITTLE: BLAME LOVE AND LUST, woman of strength
by Wonke abucus Lepheana
Leave, go to her she is probably waiting for you don’t you
come back here when she spits you out to the streets after. but All she meant was please close that door walk
back give me a hug tell me you sorry, and you still love me this is all crazy. She
had discovered a condom wrapper in his jacket that he wore the previous day at
work, “when he was working late”. She found it while doing the laundry right
after preparing supper; she was going to tell him that he was going to be a
father soon, and he needs to start saving because she wanted water birth. her
mother had called earlier on and she couldn’t hold in the excitement and she
told her that she was pregnant, mother called her aunt, her little sister over
heard the call, little sister told their older brother, aunt on the other side
told her husband who told their older daughter who was very close to her, who
in intern told her friends whom she shared with her, Amazing how information
can travel so fast.
When he arrived home
just before he opened the door he had just got off the call with a girl he had
been with when he was working late, telling him that she wanted to tell him
something but just before he could ask why his wife called him to come into the
house. The late night girl wanted to tell him that the condom they used had
broken but she didn’t tell him and now she’s pregnant but she’s going to get an
abortion. As he walked into the house the wife had splatted a bottle of red
wine over the counter, with the condom wrap next to the spilled wine. His eyes
grew as he walked towards the kitchen, his wife gave him instructions and he
listened attentively, go fetch all your clothes, come back down here, explain
what happened and leave my house. He did not know what to say so he just sat on
the kitchen stool and threw his newspaper on the floor, honey I can explain,
but how does one explain such, what you keeping a collection of condom wraps; you
work at a condom company. He said I felt
lonely and unwanted, she found me in one of my miserable times when I had just
been told that I have to pack up at the office the company is cutting down junior
stuff due to the recession, which is why I have been coming home late couldn’t
face you knowing that I have two days left and then am unemployed. But that is
no excuse to doing what I did, he stood up and went upstairs to collect his
clothes, on his way upstairs he received a text from his mother in-law
congratulating him on their pregnancy. He couldn’t breathe, right after that as
he sat on the bed he received another text from the late night girl telling him
about the abortion, his world closed on him, he had always wanted a child more
now than ever.
He ran downstairs hugged his wife with tears on his eyes and
told her he was sorry, but emotional as she was she just asked him to leave her
alone still with the broken bottle on her hand, I said leave my house. He pulled
away from his now teary wife he walked towards the door she screamed “so you
just walking out on us like that”. He looked at her and asked what do you want
from me, and she said I want you to be the man that you say you’re. thoughts of
losing his unborn child from the abortion the late night lady was going to do
and losing his wife who was pregnant with a child that they have always wanted,
he broke down into tears still standing at the door. He spoke with a sad voice
she’s going to abort the child and her wife asked who [with a shocked, furious,
puzzled voice], and he said the woman I had sex with woman.
He sat on the floor near the door and she stood by the
kitchen counter starring at his emotionally dying husband who she had planned
to stab with the bottle she had broken but did not have the gut to do it. She
screamed I said get out of my house leave, go she’s probably waiting for you to
hold her hand when she goes to commit her sin at the clinic, I hope she doesn’t
give birth anymore. He picked himself up and walked out of the house, as he
closed the door she threw the bottle towards the door it smashed against it as
he closed it. Screaming her lungs out with anger she said Leave, go to her she
is probably waiting for you don’t you come back here when she spits you out to
the streets after. He drove not knowing where to go his eyes were teary which
made the road blurry, as he wiped his tears he swerved onto the wrong part of
the road and collided with an oil truck that was on high speed. His wife had
called her friend to come over told her she needed to talk; her friend was a
news reporter for the local news station. Her friend received an emergency call
from the station to go report on an accident that had just happened on highway
between a truck and a small car as they had been told by someone at the scene.
She told her she had to leave without explaining why, she just rushed off and
said while closing the door I will call you. As the reporter friend arrived at
the scene she saw a wallet on the ground still with smoke from the blast that had occurred when the two vehicles
collided, she picked it up and the first thing that she saw was her friends
honeymoon picture, which her husband had kept since they got married on every
wallet he had. The reporter knew that
this was her friend’s husband’s car, as she asked questions from the paramedics
they told her that both drivers had died right after the collusion.
The wife had told the reporter everything that had happened
that night, the reporter got into her car drove to the station to deliver the
report she had recorded. The reporter decided to call and ask if she was not
asleep, she said no I am not asleep I want to watch the news to check on the
progress of the militants that were sent to Syria, (her cousin was one of
them). The reporter dropped the call immediately and rushed to the house, as
soon as she got there she busted into tears, the wife puzzled as ever what’s
wrong she said in a sad voice his dead, his gone, who is dead the wife asked,
your husband is dead.
The world seemed to be closing in on her, no he cannot be
dead. While they were talking the report on the accident was showed on the
television and the wallet with the picture was shown too so for family to come
claim the body from the mortuary. She
fell to the ground falling on top of the bottle she had broken earlier to stab
her husband with; the reporter rushed her to the hospital. The doctor came out
of the intensive care unit with a sad face, she over bled and she lost the
child due to the over bleeding and the broken bottles that went as far as her
womb.
A month later she told her mother, who broke into tears and
drove to the city to stay with her for a while.
TITTLE:
TOMORROW IS ANOTHER DAY by Wonke abucus Lepheana
I found her seating on the corner next to her bloody
panties, I walked pass her thinking she would ask for my help but she just
continued nursing her tears. How numb could her heart be not to trust any human
being? I walked back to the corner after
a few steps I had taken hurtful as they were. Before I could open my now frozen
lips from the winter breeze, she said I do not want your benefit filled pity.
All you man are the same; you walk proud with so many broken hearts hanging
down your blazers like high school accomplishment badges, some of you are
preachers and even fucken teachers. After breathing restlessly she said I guess
you all know where my future is, because you forever rub my palms and promise
me such n such. All these blood painted fantasies hidden in diamond bracelets
and pink drinks I fall for. After she had said all this, I was emotionally
molested. I now wished I was deaf or blind for that matter, crossing my fingers
that she breaks down and not talk anymore because I couldn’t take reality as
raw as she was feeding it to me.
Right after I had that thought she busted out loud, asking
me if her firm breast were a curse, if her bum had a message written on it
saying “I wanna be treated like a slut”. After she said all this I touched her
future robbed palms and sat next to her. I pointed up to the blurry stars; in
return she looked straight into my teary eyes and said are you too trying to
sell me sweet lies. I looked away wondering who ripped her faith who burnt her
hope who ignored her love who destroyed her trust was she blinded by lust. Who
was I to judge her; I too was an emotionally dark person who knew nothing about
love who never thought of pouring out their true feelings towards anyone. I
looked back at her and I said I do not know what happened to you or who did
this to you, and I won’t put you threw the misery of asking all those
questions, but I will offer you my hand it’s all up to you whether you grab it or
not, if not I will walk away and not look back. Just like the thousand people who
have walked pass us since I sat here. She looked at me again and said why did
you walk back in the first place, and all I could do was to swallow my frozen
saliva with no words coming out of my mouth.
She stood up, looked at me with disappointed eyes and said
exactly what I thought. At that moment in time everything seemed to be moving
slow and thoughts of how the city had turned so cold that the people never felt
the winter and were never optimistic about the summer. I stood up with my eyes
staring into a puddle that was created by an unfixed pipe, and I asked her do
you know what love is, have you ever felt it. I knew that these were
inappropriate questions to ask at that point in time, but what was I to do I
offered her my hand and she didn’t take it all I had was my heart that I had
ignored this whole time. I grabbed her hand and started walking surprisingly
she followed me; we spoke about politics until we got to my place as if
something hadn’t happened. She took a bath I played some blues and cooked us
dinner, she thanked me for not just walking off and asked me why didn’t I, and
all I could say was am trying to win the city back from the demon that took it
away and killed hearts of angels like you.
The cold reflection
photographer: Wonke Lepheana
photographer: Wonke Lepheana
models: Moses & Mbuso
photographer: Wonke Lepheana
models: Moses & Mbuso
photographer: Wonke Lepheana
models: Moses & Mbuso
photographer: Wonke Lepheana
models: Moses
photographer: Wonke Lepheana
models: Mbuso
photographer: Wonke Lepheana
models: Moses & Mbuso
photographer: Wonke Lepheana
models: Moses & Mbuso
photographer: Wonke Lepheana
models: Moses
photographer: Wonke Lepheana
models:Mbuso
photographer: Wonke Lepheana
models: Moses
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models: Mbuso
photographer: Wonke Lepheana
models: Moses
photographer: Wonke Lepheana
the mirror
beauty is the easiest concept ever, we as human being complicated it by adding gender on it. we are a beautiful people.........that mirror is not telling you anything you should.
Thursday, 18 April 2013
freedom is bliss
The perception of freedom, are you really free, no i do not mean political freedom which i still question, but i mean internal freedom............be just be human
reallygion
my opinion, i am sure the first thing that you probably recognized first about this picture is the upside down cross, and several conclusions about me came to me. well i think people have became so more of religious beings than believers..........religion is blinding your view to life.
Wednesday, 17 April 2013
who are you
ever wondered who you are? not because you dont know but because society seems to convince every time that you don't belong because you what they consider weird. you see normal people will forever try suppress those who are trying to find themselves within a very diluted society.
Tuesday, 16 April 2013
i really tried
I was really trying to be cool just for once try out what the normal people do......it felt weird
individualism
Monday, 8 April 2013
my beautiful canvas
the beauty in nonsense, the questions in answers,the demonic behavior in angels,the hate in love, the sorrow in happiness..........look inside yourself, do you ever listen to you?
illuminati
i have always reserved my opinion on this so called conspiracy "illumanati", honestly i have more important things to do than pay attention to every egyptian pyramid and one eyed thing. so what i love one eyed monsters
Monday, 1 April 2013
Sunday, 31 March 2013
shoes and the beast
the is something unique about shoes, they so comfortable and beautiful under so much pressure.............timeless vintage clique
a broken heart is sweetest
taste my fears, swallow my pain, sell me fantasies, tickle my imagination,give me pure lust with a dose of lies
the film you create as you live
write your script do not edit it, perfection don't exist here.........make your film
Tuesday, 19 February 2013
FROM THE HEART by Ndango Mufamadi
From the heart
I have been told I cannot write poetry.
It saddens me; writing is the only way I know to how talk to cry to laugh and to share my love.
I have been told I can't sing.
Butt my cords are my instruments of expression. My cords are the only thing I have when all of you turn on me. When all of you have more important things to tend to.
I have been told I am skinny
Yet why do I still feel so fat
Why do I despise the jiggling that my thighs and tummy make?
If I am as skinny as I have been told I am, why don't I look into the mirror and say 'Damn girl you need some meat to cover those bones'
I have been told that I am clever, smart, intelligent, an intellectual. Then why is it that stupid is the only word in my vocab I see fit to describe my intellectual abilities.
Simple arithmetic is a task for my mind. Learning a now song. Takes me consulting with my good friend internet to get it right. Ask me for my father's number and my phone will give you the answer... Ah my first rhyming words, proof of my stupidity.
Stop telling me I can't write. Poetry is my therapist.
Stop telling me I can't sing. My cords comforts me when I'm the least important thing in your life.
Stop telling me I'm skinny. Till the day I get on a diet to intentionally gain weight. I'm FAT.
Stop telling me I'm smart. My mind is too slow to process that. I'm STUPID.
And I will write. I will sing. So stop!!!!
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Thursday, 14 February 2013
death i am not scared
You see I have seen time stop,I have seen a dead clock,I have smelled a dead corp,I have seen clinically modified and created diseases kill people and solutions hidden,I have closed my eyes and imagined heaven, but then again I asked myself how am I able to paint a picture I have never seen before.
You see I have seen time stop,I have seen a dead clock,I have smelled a dead corp,I have seen clinically modified and created diseases kill people and solutions hidden,I have closed my eyes and imagined heaven, but then again I asked myself how am I able to paint a picture I have never seen before.
Death am no more scared,you see they might consider you sacred,some might say your more beautiful than an infant escaping its mothers womb to this now dead world,yet some might try give life to you in words,spiritual people compare and contrast both worlds.
I say am no more scared of you in fear of being judged,in fear of what is ahead,but I guess even the pope does not know,Its just mere hope.
Tuesday, 5 February 2013
quotes
The most profound man I had never knew,I heard stories about you,most quote what you wrote or spoke,absurd I must say.
The most profound man I had never knew,I heard stories about you,most quote what you wrote or spoke,absurd I must say.
I hope I will be quoted,abucus once told us that this system will one day crush and crumble blood spills on the ground,silent sounds of crushed dreams and hopes, I hope to be quoted,for the ground will one day swallow me,I will lay back in my soon to decompose home,such comfort is not there on this planet,for few days you will morn me,but I hope you quote me
Abucus once said,art is all the is for us,our love,peace,and happiness,in these hands it lays. now will you,will you tell them I had hoped to teach them what my father never taught me,they my kids woman.
We often quote people,hoping to express their views the way they had wished to,but that can never be achieved due to emotion.
Monday, 4 February 2013
Dying butterflies
They all went out,their wings painted the ground,oblivious of how they ran out,now his love for her was physical,he took advantage of her molding her with his hands,now her love for him was chronical,the diNner table was the ring,every night she would take out the ring wishing someone would steal it,because all that was left was just papers and the ring,I love him,no I cannot do that to him,it will hurt him,butterflies they all ran out,if you were his eyes would you still love him,looking into your wives eyes with tears ready to fall,would you forgive him,butterflies.
They all went out,their wings painted the ground,oblivious of how they ran out,now his love for her was physical,he took advantage of her molding her with his hands,now her love for him was chronical,the diNner table was the ring,every night she would take out the ring wishing someone would steal it,because all that was left was just papers and the ring,I love him,no I cannot do that to him,it will hurt him,butterflies they all ran out,if you were his eyes would you still love him,looking into your wives eyes with tears ready to fall,would you forgive him,butterflies.
i am sinner
Sins of daughters that corrupt brothers,mothers that cooked for the fathers that found the food cold,the love in the eye ,red dress lovers,governmental prostitution captivating the constitution,suck on us America I will smear the wound with magogo's mixed portion.
Sins of daughters that corrupt brothers,mothers that cooked for the fathers that found the food cold,the love in the eye ,red dress lovers,governmental prostitution captivating the constitution,suck on us America I will smear the wound with magogo's mixed portion.
The day of judgment,take those who are callow,tell them growth is not affected by cannibalism,tell them obama killed bin laden,tell them bantu education is forgotten,go on provide a carapace for the mpimpi down the street,tell them that mogabe is a great president,close your eyes to the carrion you see down your street.
Judgment day,dab the judge with notes,plead for your president swine not to be arrested,africa is drowning in debts made by blinded mind sets,promises wrapped by dainty handkerchiefs.
Monday, 21 January 2013
Sunday, 20 January 2013
Saturday, 19 January 2013
UNCLE'S CHILD
She grew up in a warm home,her mother taught her to respect her elders,her breast grew,her hips blew her skirt when she walked, rich uncle visited for a weekend and saw how this infant he last saw in nappies had grown to be a young woman, dark thoughts clustered uncles head,sent her to buy him something to drink, no keep the change mntanam, second visit uncle did not call to say he was coming found his niece alone, uncle why you locking the door,uncle why you touching me,why are your pants on the floor, uncle why. Little girl pregnant at the age of sixteen, mother teen lied to her parents and told them her boyfriend had did this and was denying it, uncle she was a virgin,she had taken an oath at church the previous sunday,you ruined the vision, her little infant had uncles ears and eyes, she too grew up fast, her mothers real boyfriend raped her,mother did not believe her little daughter had been the same.
Friday, 18 January 2013
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Tuesday, 1 January 2013
heart yearning for lustful love
He told her he loved her,told her how beautiful was her hair,promised her never to hurt her,"I will wait until you are ready", that was all he wanted from her,trilled by financial and materialistic opportunities,she was ready after he said he would wait.
He told her he loved her,told her how beautiful was her hair,promised her never to hurt her,"I will wait until you are ready", that was all he wanted from her,trilled by financial and materialistic opportunities,she was ready after he said he would wait.
Lost in the maze of a fantasy,little girl trilled by insanity, financial opportunities pounded in her thoughts,mental burglary,the day arrived,the parents were away good opportunity,good man was invited in,he bought her a dozen of chocolates,as an exemplary or a consoling capsule,they took time talking,her most darkest fantasies he was poking,nerves slowly washing away,financial opportunities provoking her mind set,she stood pulled him up,have ever seen my bedroom? They walked away,sexual moans were heard,well I caught up with the action,the were still kissing their fears away,the moans were a lousy passion,my mind was way ahead of time.
Are you ready,such a silly question he asked,she whispered in her ear,get inside me,good man had no protection clothing,she said its fine,you will pull out when you orgasm,good man smiled mentally.
He slipped in, the walls were wet,good man spoke poetry through his moans,fantasy and emotions met,washed his face with sweat,dammmm mabebeza I arrived inside you,innocent girl was only 16,knew not what to do,her womb and the little white boys met,clinic visits were set,she told her parents,good man denied the offense,she promised not to kill her/him,the world came down to its knees,she said she still loved him.
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