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Thursday, 20 July 2017

Her storybook: Volume One

"Emperor Olo'Ng was a humble man, leading a humble life in his humble empire which consisted of a handful of humble and noble chieftains in his regency. Emperor Olo'Ng never wished for a war of this nature to befall his lands, and never before had he nor his people believed that such horrors as metal ships from the sky with explosive arrows would come. He and his tribesmen fought hard against the invaders, however they were no match for the heavy artillery fire which rained hell down on his lowly subject." Siphokazi concluded her lecture on the humble African Emperor who fought valiantly to keep his lands. She looked at her students, a hybridized model which represented the world she now lived in. It was different now, in all the best of ways. Ever since the reforms to the Educational system in her country, she had become liberated to teach truly emancipating moral anecdotes in her lectures, however Siphokazi knew in her soul that there was more to be done beyond catering to an auditorium full of gawping gazes, staring, transfixed by the mind blowing information they had just been fed as a collective. A hand raised to the air. She knew Thabiso had something to say. He always had something to say. He was young, adventurous, curious, brave, and exciting to host as a friend in her own private quarters as she had done last night. She smiled.
"We have a question?" Siphokazi said.
"Is Emperor Olo'Ng a metaphor for Emperor Haile Selassie I in this text?" Thabiso asked. At this point, many of the students who had at this point heard rumors of the infamous Emperor Haile Selassie I had become most popular among neo-Afrikan revolutionaries, Pan-Afrikanists and Cultural Ambassadors across the entire united diaspora.
"We cannot be certain," Siphokazi began explaining. "All we know of the author is that she had been a Rastafarian when she wrote, and that she was learned. Does that feed your mind?"
The lecture ended, and Siphokazi found herself relieved. It was evening when she found herself once more in her student's arms.
"You have a lot of male friends," Thabiso said out of nowhere.
"Does it bother you?" Siphokazi asked. He shrugged, and simply squeezed her tightly and nestled his head into her neck, grunting that he was conceding and snuggling up instead of debating at this point. Siphokazi shrugged him off and withdrew a little. A gentle breeze filled the space between them, causing her nipples to stand erect and his spine to shiver a little.
"Is having a lot of guy friends really that big a deal in a relationship? Do you feel threatened by your girls friends?" Siphokazi asked, a stern tone in her voice. Thabiso sighed, realizing that the only way back to his former state of comfort was through opening up and sharing a bit more about himself, to a person he had only just met. Siphokazi had had a series of relationships in her life, and none were as thought-provoking and stimulating as her affair with Thabiso. She admittedly found a sense of amusement in knowing that engaging in such activities with a student were frowned upon, however she felt liberated and emancipated by her PhD into actually living her life, and so she did. Now, however, she wondered if her relationship with Thabiso were about to unravel too, because of her choice in social companionship.
"My ex-b
ae came home one day and said, "dude, so and so kissed me." in the past," Thabiso said, cautiously, almost as if afraid his ex would hear him speaking of her. "I asked her, "Was it at least a good snog? Sorry your space was invaded. I could get pissed, or I could accept that you're hot and a dude had the sackage to kiss you." and she was shocked, and I was like, shmeh, fam, I took acid that year, so I was at my most mellow in life super zenned out. Now, I'm post-acid living a great life, enjoying a beautiful overstanding of live and let live. And now there's you, an older woman with a PhD who lectures me in Afrikan History. You should be free to be friends with dudes, dudettes, dudes who enjoy sharing in sexuality with other dudes, dudettes who enjoy sharing in sexuality with other dudettes, dudes and dudettes from other races are most welcomed, and life's too short to be damn petty about stuff that doesn't matter. In fact, you are free."

Siphokazi allowed him to once more cuddle her. The energy around him had become most irresistible, and she longed for him deeply, yet he still wished to speak, and she regretted prompting him, because he would speak until he had had his fill of his own voice where she wasn't careful.
"Like, lovers should just play chess every night, I feel..... Enlightening form of sexual express --" Siphokazi kissed him in mid-expression. The power went out, and thunder rumbled outside their bedroom window as a fury of rain came cascading down, pattering harshly against the windows. Lightning crackled, sending oscillations through the sky, illuminating the beach beyond the mountain and the dark, furious sea crashing into the shore from the vast, black Indian Ocean. Siphokazi enjoyed watching Thabiso sleep it off. He was beautiful when he slept, his locks falling around him. She knew she wasn't the only one. In his dreams, he tended to call on a Tammy, and sometimes she would speak through him. At first, this had unsettled her, coming from a very traditional family, which believed in cultural practices. At breakfast, Siphokazi decided to ask him about who Tammy is. They were sitting in bed, enjoying a mystical sunrise. 

Monday, 17 July 2017

Foundations for African Unity - Inspirer : Emperor Haile Selassie

Reblogging: Karabo Buang, April 25 2015 Post

HIM Emperor Haile Selassie I
May 23rd 1963

Emperor Haile Selassie I

Areas of Resistance
"Africa's victory, although proclaimed, is not yet total and areas of resistance still remain. We name as our first great task the final liberating of those Africans still dominated by foreign exploitation and control. With the goal in sight, and unqualified triumph within our grasp, let us not now falter of lag or relax. We must make one final supreme effort, when so much has been won that the thrilling sense of achievement has brought us near satiation. Our liberty is meaningless unless all Africans are free. Our brothers in the Rhodesias, in Mozambique, in Angola, in South Africa cry out in anguish for our support and assistance. We must urge on their behalf their peaceful accession to independence. We must align and identify ourselves with all aspects of their struggle. It would be betrayal were we to pay only lip-service to the cause of their liberation and fail to back our words with action. To them we say, your pleas shall not go unheeded. The resources of Africa and of all freedom-loving nations are marshaled in your service. Be of good cheer, for your deliverance is at hand.
"As we renew our vow that all of Africa shall be free, let us also resolve that old wounds shall be healed and past scars forgotten. It was thus that Ethiopia treated the invader nearly twenty-five years ago, and Ethiopians found peace with honour in this course. Memories of past injustice should not divert us from the more pressing business at hand. We must live in peace with our former colonisers, shunning recrimination and bitterness and forswearing the luxury of vengeance and retaliation, lest the acid of hatred erode our souls and poison our hearts. Let us act as befits the dignity which we claim for ourselves as Africans, proud of our special qualities, distinctions and abilities. Our efforts as free men must be to establish new relationships, devoid of any resentment and hostility, restored to our belief and faith in ourselves as individuals, dealing on a basis of equality with other equally free peoples.
"Today, we look to the future calmly, confidently and courageously. We look to the vision of an Africa not merely free but united. In facing this new challenge, we can take comfort and encouragement form the lessons of the past. We know that there are differences among us. Africans enjoy different cultures, distinctive values, special attributes. But we also know that unity can be and has been attained among men of the most disparate origins, that differences of race, of religion, of culture, of tradition, are no insuperable obstacles to the coming together of peoples. History teaches us that unity is strength and cautions us to submerge and overcome our differences in the quest for common goals, to strive with all our combined strength, for the path to true African brotherhood and unity.
"There are those who claim that African unity is impossible, that the forces that pull us, some in this direction, others in that, are too strong to be overcome. Around us there is no lack of doubt and pessimism, no absence of critics and criticism. These speak of Africa, of Africa's future and of her position in the Twentieth Century in sepulchral tones. They predict dissention and disintegration among Africans and internecine strife and chaos on our continent. Let us confound these and, by our deeds, disperse them in confusion. There are others whose hopes for Africa are bright, who stand with faces upturned in wonder and awe at the creation of a new and happier life, who have dedicated themselves to its realisation and are spurred on by the example of their brothers to whom they owe the achievements of Africa's past. Let us reward their trust and merit their approval.
"The road of African unity is already lined with landmarks. The last years are crowded with meetings, with conferences, with declarations and pronouncements. Regional organisations have been established. Local groupings based on common interests, backgrounds and traditions have been created."
Goal Unity
"But through all that has been said and written and done in these years, there runs a common theme. Unity is the accepted goal. We argue about means;  We discuss alternative paths to the same objectives; We engage in debates about techniques and tactics. But when semantics are stripped away, there is little argument among us. We are determined to create a union of Africans. In a very real sense, our continent is unmade; it still awaits its creation and its creators. It is our duty and privilege to rouse the slumbering giant of Africa, not to the nationalism of Europe in the Nineteenth Century, not to regional consciousness, but to the vision of a single African brotherhood bending its united efforts toward the achievement of a greater and nobler goal.
"Above all, we must avoid the pitfalls of tribalism. If we are divided among ourselves on tribal lines, we open our doors to foreign intervention and its potentially harmful consequences. The Congo is clear proof of what We say. We should not be led to complacency because of the present ameliorated situation in that country. The Congolese people have suffered untold misery, and the economic growth of the country has been retarded because of tribal strife.
"But while we agree that the ultimate destiny of this continent lies in political union, we must at the same time recognise that the obstacles to be overcome in its achievement are at once numerous and formidable. Africa's people did not emerge into liberty under uniform conditions. Africans maintain different political systems; our economies are diverse; our social orders are rooted in differing cultures and traditions. Further no clear consensus exists on the "how" and the "what" of this union. Is it to be, in form, federal, confederal or unitary? Is the sovereignty of individual states to be reduced, and if so, by how much, and in what areas? On these and other questions there is no agreement, and if we wait for agreed answers generations hence, matters will be little advanced, while the debate still rages.
"We should, therefore, not be concerned that complete union is not attained from one day to the next. The union which we seek can only come gradually, as the day-to-day progress which we achieve carries us slowly but inexorably along this course. We have before us the examples of the USA and the USSR. We must remember how long these nations required to achieve their union. When a solid foundation is laid, if the mason is able and his materials good, a strong house can be built.
"Thus, a period of transition is inevitable. Old relations and arrangements may, for a time linger. Regional organizations may fulfill legitimate functions and needs which cannot yet be otherwise satisfied. But the difference is in this: that we recognise these circumstances for what they are -- temporary expedients designed to serve only until we have established the conditions which will bring total African unity within our reach."
Action Now
"There is, nonetheless, much that we can do to speed this transition. There are issues on which we stand united and questions on which there is unanimity of opinion. Let us seize on these areas of agreement and exploit them to the fullest. Let us take action now, action which, while taking account of present realities. nonetheless constitutes clear and unmistakable progress along the course plotted out for us by destiny. We are all adherents, whatever our internal political systems, of the principles of democratic action. Let us apply these to the unity we seek to create. Let us work out our own programmes in all fields -- political, economic, social and military. The opponents of Africa's growth, whose interests would be best served by a divided and balkanised continent, would derive much satisfaction from the unhappy spectacle of thirty and more African States so split, so paralysed and immobilised by controversies over long-term goals that they are unable even to join their efforts in short-term measures on which there is no dispute. Let us give neither comfort nor encouragement to these. If we act where we may in those areas where action is possible, the inner logic of the programmes which we adopt will work for us and inevitable impel us still farther in the direction of ultimate union.
"What we still lack, despite the efforts of past years, is the mechanism which will enable us to speak with one voice when we wish to do so and take and implement decisions on African problems when we are so minded. The commentators of 1963 speak, in discussing Africa, of the Monrovia States, the Brazzaville Group, the Casablanca Powers, of these and many more. Let us put an end to these terms. What we require is a single African organization through which Africa's single voice may be heard, within which Africa's problems may be studied and resolved. We need and organization which will facilitate acceptable solutions to dispute among Africans and promote the study and adoption of measures for common defence and programmes for co-operation in the economic and social fields. Let us, at this Conference, create a single institution to which we will all belong, based on principles to which we all subscribe, confident that in its councils our voices will carry their proper weight, secure in the knowledge that the decisions there will be dictated by Africans and only by Africans and that they will take full account of all vital African consideration."
Foundation For Unity
"We are meeting here today to lay the basis for African unity. Let us here and now, agree upon the basic instrument which will constitute the foundation for the future growth in peace and harmony and oneness of this continent. Let our meetings henceforth proceed from solid accomplishments. Let us not put off, to later consideration and study, the single act, the one decision, which must emerge from this gathering if it is to have real meaning. This Conference cannot close without adopting a single African Charter. We cannot leave here without having created a single African organization possessed of the attributes We have described. If we fail in this, we will have shirked our responsibility to Africa and to the peoples we lead. If we succeed, then, and only then, will we have justified our presence here.
"The organization of which We speak must possess a well-cumulated framework, having a permanent headquarters and an adequate Secretariat providing the necessary continuity between meetings of the permanent organs. It must include specialized bodies to work in particular fields of competence assigned to the organization. Unless the political liberty for which Africans have for so long struggled is complemented and bolstered by a corresponding economic and social growth, the breath of life which sustains our freedom may flicker out. In our efforts to improve the standard of life of our peoples and to flesh out the bones of our independence, we count on the assistance and support of others. But this alone will not suffice, and, alone, would only perpetuate Africa's dependence on others.
"A specialized body to facilitate and co-ordinate continent-wide economic programmes and to provide the mechanism for the provision of economic assistance among African nations is thus required. Prompt measures can be taken to increase trade and commerce among us. Africa's mineral wealth is great; we should co-operate in its development. An African Development Programme, which will make provision for the  concentration by each nation on those productive activities for which its resources and its geographic and climatic conditions best fit it is needed. We assume that each African nation has its own national development programme, and it only remains for us to come together and share our experiences for the proper implementation of a continent-wide plan. Today, travel between African nations and telegraphic and telephonic communications among us are circuitous in the extreme. Road communications between two neighbouring states are often difficult or even impossible. It is little wonder that trade among us has remained at a  discouragingly low level. These anachronisms are the remnants of a heritage of which we must rid ourselves -- the legacy of the century when Africans were isolated one from the other. These are vital areas in which efforts must be concentrated."
Development Bank
"An additional project to be implemented without delay is the creation of an African Development Bank, a proposal to which all our Governments have given full support and which has already received intensive study. The meeting of our Finance Ministers to be held within the coming weeks in Khartoum should transform this proposal into fact. This same meeting could appropriately continue studies already undertaken of the impact upon Africa of existing regional economic groupings, and initiate further studies to accelerate the expansion of economic relations among us.
"The nations of Africa, as is true of every continent of the world, had from time to time dispute among themselves. These quarrels must be confined to this continent and quarantined from the contamination of non-African interference. Permanent arrangements must be agreed upon to assist in the peaceful settlement of these disagreements which, however few they may be, cannot be left to languish and fester. Procedures must be established for the peaceful settlement of disputes, in order that the threat or use of force may no longer endanger the peace of our continent.
"Steps must be taken to establish an African defence system. Military planning for the security of this continent must be undertaken in common within a collective framework. The responsibility for protecting this continent from armed attacks from abroad is the primary concern of Africans themselves. Provision must be made for the extension of speedy and effective assistance when any African State is threatened with military aggression. We cannot rely solely on international morality. Africa's control over her own affairs is dependent on the existence of appropriate military arrangements to assure this continent's protection against such threats. While guarding our own independence, we must at the same time determine to live peacefully with all nations of the world."
Knowing Ourselves
"Africa has come to freedom under the most difficult and trying of circumstances. No small measure of the handicaps under which we labour derive from  the low educational level attained by  our peoples and from their lack of knowledge of their fellow Africans. Education abroad is at best an unsatisfactory substitute for education at home. A massive effort must be launched in the educational and cultural fields which will not only raise the level of literacy and provide the cadres of skilled and trained technicians requisite to our growth and development but, as well acquaint us one with another. Ethiopia, several years ago, instituted a programme of scholarships for students coming from other African lands which has proved highly rewarding and fruitful, and We urge others to adopt projects of this sort. Serious consideration should be given to the establishment of an African University, sponsored by all African States, where future leaders of Africa will be trained in an atmosphere of continental brotherhood. In this African institution, the supra-national aspects of African life would be emphasized and study would be directed toward the ultimate goal of complete African unity. Ethiopia stands prepared here and now to decide on the site of the University and to fix the financial contributions to be made to it.
"This is but the merest summary of what can be accomplished. Upon these measures we are all agreed, and our agreement should now form the basis for our action."
A World Force
"Africa has become an increasingly influential force in the conduct of world affairs as the combined weight of our collective opinion is brought to focus not only on matters which concern this continent exclusively, but on those pressing problems which occupy the thoughts of all men everywhere. As we have come to know one another better and grown in mutual trust and confidence, it has been possible for us to co-ordinate our policies and actions and contribute to the successful settlement of pressing and critical world issues.
"This has not been easy. But co-ordinated action by all African States on common problems is imperative if our opinions are to be accorded their proper weight. We Africans occupy a different -- indeed a unique position among nations of this century. Having for so long known oppression, tyranny and subjugation, who, with better right, can claim for all the opportunity and the right to live and grow as free men? Ourselves for long decades the victims of injustice, whose voices can be better raised in the demand for justice and right for all? We demand an end to colonialism because domination of one people by another is wrong. We demand an end to nuclear testing and the arms race because these activities, which pose such dreadful threats to man's existence and waste and squander humanity's material heritage, are wrong. we demand and end to racial segregation as an affront to man's dignity which is wrong. We act in these matters in the right, as a matter of high principle. We act out of the integrity and conviction of our most deep-founded beliefs.
"If we permit ourselves to be tempted by narrow self-interest and vain ambition, if we barter our beliefs for short-term advantage, who will listen when we claim to speak for conscience, and who will contend that our words deserve to be heeded? We must speak out on major world issues, courageously, openly and  honestly, and in blunt terms of right and wrong. If we yield to blandishments or threats, if we compromise when no honourable compromise is possible, our influence will be sadly diminished and our prestige woefully prejudiced and weakened. Let us not deny our ideals or sacrifice our right to stand as the champions of the poor, the ignorant, the oppressed everywhere. The acts by which we live and the attitudes by which we act must be clear beyond question. Principles alone can endow our deeds with force and meaning, Let us be true to what we believe, that our beliefs may serve and honour us."
Prejudice Opposed
"We reaffirm today, in the name of principle and right, our opposition to prejudice, wherever and in whatever form it may be found, and particularly do we rededicate ourselves to the eradication of racial discrimination from this continent. We can never rest content with our achievements so long as men, in any part of Africa, assert on racial grounds their superiority over the least of our brothers. Racial discrimination constitutes a negation of the spiritual and psychological equality which  we have fought to achieve and a denial of the personality and dignity which we have struggled to establish for ourselves as Africans. Our political and economic liberty will be devoid of meaning for so long as the degrading spectacle of South Africa's apartheid continues to haunt our waking hours and to trouble our sleep. We must redouble our efforts to banish this evil from our land. If we persevere, discrimination will one day vanish from the earth. If we use the means available to us, South Africa's apartheid, just as colonialism, will shortly remain only as a memory. If we pool our resources and use them well, this spectre will be banished forever.
"In this effort, as in so many others, we stand united with our Asian friends and brothers. Africa shares with Asia a common background of colonialism, of exploitation, of discrimination, of oppression. At Bandung, African and Asian States dedicated themselves to the liberation of their two continents from foreign domination and affirmed the right of all nations to develop in their own way, free of any external interference. The Bandung Declaration and the principles enunciated at that Conference remain today valid for us all. We hope that the leaders of India and China, in the spirit of Bandung, will find the way to the peaceful resolution of the dispute between their two countries."
Nuclear Danger
"We must speak, also, of the dangers of the nuclear holocaust which threatens all that we hold dear and precious, including life itself. Forced to live our daily existence with this foreboding and ominous shadow eve rat our side, we cannot lose hope or lapse into despair. The consequences of an uncontrolled nuclear conflict are so dreadful that no sane man can countenance them. There must be an end to testing. A programme of progressive disarmament must be agreed upon. Africa must be freed and shielded, as the denuclearized zone, from the consequences of direct, albeit, involuntary involvement in the nuclear arms race.
"The negotiations at Geneva, where Nigeria, the United Arab Republic and Ethiopia are participating, continue, and painfully and laboriously, progress is being achieved. We cannot know what portion of the limited advances already realized can be attributed to the increasingly important role being played by the non-aligned nations in these discussions, but we can, surely, derive some small measure of satisfaction in even the few tentative steps taken towards ultimate agreement among the nuclear powers. We remain persuaded that in our efforts to scatter the clouds which rim the horizon of our future, success must come, if only because failure is unthinkable. Patience and grim determination are requited, and faith in the guidance of Almighty God."
Collective Security
"We would not close without making mention of the United Nations. We personally, Who have throughout Our lifetime been ever guided and inspired by the principle of collective security, would not now propose measures which depart from or are inconsistent with this ideal or with the declarations of the United Nations Charter. It has withstood the test of time and has proved its inherent value again and again in the past. It would be worse than folly to weaken the one effective world organization which exists today and to which each of us owes so much. It would be sheer recklessness for any of us to detract from this organization which, however imperfect, provides the best bulwark against the incursion of any forces which would deprive us of our hard-won liberty and dignity.
"The African Charter of which we have spoken is wholly consistent with that of the United Nations. The African organization which We envisage is not intended in any way to replace in our national or international life the position which the United Nations has so diligently earned and so rightfully occupies. Rather, the measure which We propose would complement and round out programmes undertaken by the United Nations and its specialized agencies and, hopefully, render both their activities and ours doubly meaningful and effective. What we seek will multiply many times over the contribution which our joint endeavours may make to the assurance of world peace and the promotion of human well-being and understanding."
History's Dictum
" A century hence, when future generations study the pages of history, seeking to follow and fathom the growth and development of the African continent, what will they find of this Conference? Will it be remembered as an occasion on which the leaders of a liberated Africa, acting boldly and with determination, bent events to their will and shaped the future destinies of the African people? Will this meeting be memorialized for its solid achievements, for the intelligence and maturity which marked the decisions taken here? Or will it be recalled for its failure, for the inability of Africa's leaders to transcend local prejudice and individual differences, for the disappointment and disillusionment which followed in its train?
"The questions give us all pause. The answers are within our power to dictate. The challenges and opportunities which open before us today are greater than those presented at any time in Africa's millennia of history. The risks and the danger which confront us are no less great. The immense responsibilities which history and circumstance have thrust upon us demand balanced and sober reflection. If we succeed in the tasks which lie before us, our names will be remembered and our deeds recalled by those who follow us. If we fail, history will puzzle at our failure and mourn what was lost. We approach the days ahead with the prayer that we who have assembled here may be granted the wisdom, the judgment and the inspiration which will enable us to maintain our faith with peoples and the nations which have entrusted their fate to our hands."

Thursday, 29 June 2017

#Butterworth - #LebogangKTlou


Born somewhere on a kraal
near Butterworth, she was
poorly and lowly in stature.
#ButHerWorth was always divine.
By her breast she fed three babs.
By her sweat she raised them.
Through teary eyes she watched
each succumb to the weight
of the world.
They were black.
They were poor.
They were lowly in stature.
She was their mother, they her heart.
Somewhere on a kraal near a place called #Butterworth.
But her worth is immeasurable, the first child thought. One night in a cell, he lay on a filthy mattress and sobbed as he recalled his mother's sorrow when he called to tell her his fate.
He felt she deserved better.
But her worth is in her ability to see only the perfection in her children's eyes.
He died that night in that cell. A nose. A snap.
But her worth in him remained divine.
Her divinity coursed through the veins of her second heir; a daughter. She grew to be fair and true to the Lord. Her only flaw was that she felt she was not ready. She bore a child with a brute, crude and wild, and all at once she was dead.
He saw papa kill Mama.
He lied.
He cried.
Her worth was divine. Her worth was divine.
Now, a grandmother to an orphan, Mama in the grave, papa in the cells... Life sentences. She lived on a kraal near Butterworth, where she swept and toiled and wept and boiled as her mother did before her, as her grandmother had done in her day, and as she knew her remaining daughter would do in a year.
Matric was nearly over.
There was no money.
This was it.
She prayed for baas to see how good this child is, and help send her to a good university. God heard.
Baas believed.
Basetsana (baasie) was divine, as her mother was before her. She went to University. She got her degree. She lives on a kraal somewhere near Butterworth. She knows how to make magic with numbers, so she balances Baas's books. His farm flourishes.
Together we stand. Together we rise.
Hare Krsna.

Truechoes

Krishna:  "Surely to imagine the best for oneself is all
right. Surely the very best of us lies
behind the material. Surely behind
the make-up, and the labels, and
the bling and the smokey mirrors
there lies a beautiful smile which
only wants to be seen. Material is a
really easy cheat code to the good
life. But that good life is an illusion.
Heaven is right here on earth. The
streets are paved with potential
which is turned into reality with
mere thoughts. Providence will
provide. You simply have to believe
in the best fantasy character there
is in all of existence: YOU."

Thursday, 13 April 2017

#SandPrinceOfDorne

Character breakdown: Oby Sand

Bastard son of Prince Oberyn Martell and a secret lover; a ghost from Ellaria Sand.

Oby Sand left Dorne as a young warrior to learn and explore away from the conflict between his mother and Ellaria sand. Oby left especially to escape the immoral love he feels towards his half sister Tyene Sand, daughter off Oberyn and Ellaria.

He returns from Bravos, where he learned to become a man with no face, and every face, to find his family already off to war in westeros.

Bio: Oby Sand

So, I practice with a sword and staff every night. #IAm the #SandPrinceOfDorne.
#GameOfThrones
#HereICome
#IAmWinter

I switch hands in combat, to confuse my opposition. I defend with my left, allowing me to strike unexpectedly. With a blade in my right hand, #IAmLethal.
Strapped to my back is my staff of Power, for I am a Faceless man. We are many, and everywhere. I return to dawn to warn my sisters, *sneers* half sisters, of why we must not follow the dragon queen into #Westeros. Of course, I was too late. I am now on my way to Westeros, to join in the massacre about to befall mankind. After all; what #Dornishman worth their worth in salt doesn't like a good fight? At least this time we won't be killing other people.

Wednesday, 12 April 2017

Introducing #ThePhenomenonOfGameOfThronesTheory

Content Copyrighted by #LebogangKTlou Copyright by L Tlou 2017



Some people are born to express. How they choose to express, their medium(s) of preferences, are as important as the contemporary context in which they find themselves articulating feelings and emotions (the abstract things) through their expressionism.

The capacity to express oneself eloquently, and without hesitation, is strengthened by emboldening. Finding oneself being emboldened is an end-goal, the beginnings of which start on the first day of basic schooling, and ripple out within the subjective personality's life all-throughout their careers as learners and scholars. Education emboldens those who were born to express, and thus strengthens we who express best in writing, acting, dancing and the reciting of poetry.

Many who have grown to identify themselves as 'writers' have - since the Modern, through the post-modern and now in the post-post area - been doomed to experience the social hardships of being a writer. These words are being compiled by one who has transcended this liminal space of being defined as a writer for simply bearing the capacity to string together words.

The capacity to write well and articulately is a rare power - which, in the hands of those whose consciousness is aligned with social transformation and the eradication of gender and class based stratification culture - can be regarded as a powerful weapon of ideological reconsruction.

Creative Writing is as much a tool for establishing very powerful states of liminality, as well as a guide to transcending the confines of all liminality. Literature allows both those who generate and those who consume access to worlds which very often become real because of the malleable nature of the human being's mind. We who read do so to often engage with new concepts and ideas, but to also often escape to worlds hidden in wardrobes, or journey on trains cloacked in magick, and be entertained by cynical Lord-Commanders who deal with social issues surrounding dwarves, trolls and dictators.

An interesting, and most profoundly relevant, phenomenon to have occurred (and which runs the risk of remaining unnoticed unless it becomes spoken about) is the phenomenon of #GameOfThrones.

#ThePhenomenonOfGameOfThronesTheory (Tlou, 2017) picks out how Game of Thrones began as a movie adaptation from book to screen, and is now seemingly being written in the inverse. Author George R. R Martin, it is said, is so busy contributing directly to the script of the culture-defining literary package of Game of Thrones, that he hasn't actually been writing the books themselves. From this, we could essentially estimate that by the time the series has seen completion, it will have first become a digital, audiovisual narration turned pages in a book. This reversal of original format is important to note on.

Arguably, if, hypothetically, author hadn't sold off rights to the completed works - then the mediated and cinematic component could fall away, leaving fans in a position where the only way to see the outcome becomes to read the books. However, the cinematic component is so elaborate that there is no cause to read the books, as it's all detailed in the tv series and possible future movie.


The Phenomenon of Game of Thrones Theory arguably paves way for cinematic writing to become considered as literature from a cultural perspective. Cultural literature need no longer conform to the archaic archetype of words in a body of work - but is becoming pictures on a screen at a radical rate internationally. This phenomenon, albeit costly to produce and reproduce, is - furthermore - a way to bridge the gaps between readers and non-readers in previously disadvantaged backgrounds and, essentially, the 'civilized world' where the culture of watching media has outrun the culture of reading literature and watching imaginative pictures which as subjective and abstract to all but the subject.

Monday, 27 March 2017

Serenity: coexistence of dog, man and woman.



An original story by Lebogang K. Tlou

It was a Saturday morning. Tammy sat by the window, staring as the rain as it pattered down against the world, dampening the whole area surrounding her flat. From her bedroom window, she could see all activity at the front of her apartment, and so she watched as her Scottish terrier scuttled through the fence and waddled on home.
“Mr Cherubs is home,” Tammy said out loud. The only response was a short grunt coming from the heap of linen and blanket with feet sticking out of one end, and a mop of locks strewn in every direction at the head. Tammy couldn’t help but laugh at Thabiso in that moment.
“You were meant to be up hours ago, baby,” Tammy said. His response was another short grunt, this time as he turned to face the other direction, rolling himself deeper into a web of linen.
“Get up, Thabiso!” Tammy launches herself onto the bed, it bounces as though made out of jello, and she plants butterfly kisses all over the little of his face that’s exposed.
“Stop,” Thabiso giggles suddenly. He wrestles her down and she rests facing up at his bearded face with long locks dangling down the side of his head. He pins her down and gently presses a kiss on her forehead. “You’re beautiful,” he whispers. They kiss passionately, until the ferocity of their affection is put out by Mr Cherubs as he dashed in through the open bedroom door with muddied paws, and bounded onto the bed – woofing excitedly.
Tammy and Thabiso laughed as they allowed their space to be painted by Mr Cherubs, who had clearly just come back from an exciting adventure.
“Woof,” he said. Tammy knew what he meant from the look in his eyes.
“We were just about to do the same before you came in, Mr Cherubs!” she laughed.
“Woof, Woof!” Mr Cherubs sang.
“It’s really intense how you and your dog seem to speak the same language,” Thabiso observed.
“I’ve always understood Woof,” Tammy said. “It’s not at all in the sound made, but exists between the wuh and the oof, and it shows in the eyes. Dogs are marvellous.”
“I don’t doubt that,” Thabiso said as Mr Cherubs dashed into his arms, leaving paw stains on his chest hair, and began licking his face.
“You do look yummy,” Tammy said.
“I know,” said Thabiso as he exited the situation of having to deal with the bed and made his way to the bathroom. “Join me for a shower?” he called back, not stopping to wait or look back at Tammy, who had been gawping at Thabiso’s body as he moved. She sat for a moment, wondering if this were all truly happening. Three years earlier, she had been convinced that life would be entirely different by now, and it surely was – however this was hardly expected, let alone fathomed.
“Woof,” Mr Cherubs commanded her, and Tammy snapped back to reality. She stood an began undressing as she followed Thabiso to the shower. At that precise moment, the doorbell rang. Annoyed, she considered ignoring it until it rang frantically six more times. She threw on a night gown, walked over to the door mumbling something furious and snapped open the front door.

“Yes?” Tammy barked. There was a timid and frail old woman standing at the door, leaning gently on a walking stick, holding a dead parrot.
“Your dog killed my parrot,” she accused. Old Miss Tunafolk lived alone with a parrot for many years, Tammy understood. She knew this from the local gossipers who spent their days collecting titbits of information about everyone in the town and disseminating it. One look at Mr Cherubs’ mouth gave him away. Tammy hadn’t noticed the bloodstains on her terrier’s face. She shot him a fierce glance and he bounded away.

“I am so sorry, Miss Tunafolk,” Tammy started saying, when she was suddenly jabbed hard with a walking stick in her lower abdomen. “What the fuck, woman?” she screamed.
“You’re sorry won’t bring back my friend,” Old Miss Tunafolk was taking aim to strike again, when Tammy pulled the walking stick from her, not affecting the old woman’s sturdy stance. “You’re going to jail, Missie!”
“You should go home, ma’am, before things get out of control,” Tammy said. She threw the stick above the old woman’s head and it landed in the street.
“You’ll be hearing from my lawyers, killer raiser!” Old Miss Tunafolk spat. Tammy closed the door, locked it behind her, and made her way to the bathroom. She arrived as Thabiso had just turned the taps off.
“Please make it rain, baby?” she said. The taps went right back on and the waters came crashing. Tammy undressed once more and got into the shower to find Thabiso just standing there, lathered in water droplets, staring intently at her.
“Rough morning?” he chuckled.
“And you’re the one who’s late,” said she. Tammy wrapped an arm around Thabiso’s waist and kissed him. “Mr Cherubs killed that old woman’s parrot, which is why he was so happy. That was Old Miss Tunafolk at the door. Can you believe it, that old bat took a jab at me with her staff!” Tammy showed him the spot, which had already bruised brown and blue on her pale, tanned skin. Thabiso knelt down low and kissed the spot, and Tammy giggled. They stood playing in the shower for a while, allowing the waters to sooth their bodies as their temperatures rose and steadied while they rode the waves of pleasure in each other.

Thabiso was late. He knew he was late from the second he opened his eyes and saw where he was. He no longer wished to even feature at the event which was planned for him. It was all so surreal. He knew he had earned to be where he was, however he couldn’t believe that his dream had actually manifested, and it felt insane that he was living it. He now sat at a small table set for two having breakfast with Tammy. They ate in silence, mostly, with short conversations happening in between.
“I’ve been waking up next to you for nearly three years now,” he said as he swallowed.
“I’ve been waking up next to you for Two years and ten months next week,” said she. Thabiso laughed. He had been counting too.
“Tammy, I’m happy we moved here.” He said.
“I’m happy you stayed here,” said Tammy, gesturing at her heart. Thabiso cleared their plates while she grabbed the car keys and got their coats.
“This works,” she said.
“Woof,” said Mr Cherubs.
“What did he say?” Thabiso asked.
“That you should get a female dog so he doesn’t have to go out and do dumb things impressing street bitches,” Tammy laughed.

They set off, and arrived at the screening of Thabiso’s feature length film, Serenity. As they pulled up alongside the red carpet, a valet was waiting to greet them and park their car. One moment, Thabiso and Tammy were laughing and hugging; the next moment, they were swarmed by a mob of photographers and journalists screaming questions at their faces. Suddenly there were bouncers with Tasers, and Tammy was pulling Thabiso by the hand through a throng of people, until they entered a venue filled with posters of his film everywhere and more screaming people.


[To be continued on demand]