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My Apprenticeship Of Observation

Apprenticeship of Observation Essay

African Image-Nation

Essay I did for my English paper based on a black child with a shattered face.

Introduction

“We are no longer going todiscuss this ‘Rato, wait till your dad gets here. Imihlolo!! The audacity totell me you going on a date. Ngiyavelelwa yini!”Mam’Sithole gave her daughterthe meanest glare after shouting at her for wanting to leave the house to gosee a fri..

Dads Will

Who Knew

Dear Men in Blue,Who knew?That retweeting hash tags wasn't all we could do?That at a tender juvenile age I'd be dodging bullets from you?Just because I was a minute late considering the stipulated curfew.Who knew?That the problem would be my skin,The one who has nothing to sign o..

Mirror, Mirror on the Wall

Lights off,Mirror, Mirror , on the Wall, Who's the greatest of them all,For I've been ripped apart, My reflections I truly fear, Tried but failed many times,I break,Each piece amounts sadness and tears,Caged in low self esteem,My reflection rejects my personality,Eyes too bright I ..

Chapter 4

The dream that was once envisioned became true and bore true testimony that in this concrete jungle only the strong willed can stand the test of time bearing trials and tribulations. As she rushed home to prepare for the night ahead Noluthando could hardly believe that her patience, belief and endur..

Chapter 3

The sun broke announcing the birth of a new day, the raging wind of the previous afternoon quickly erased from the surface of the village. Nature had a way of driving people’s mind to the worst possible thing happening to them, and in a flick of the eye bring comfort just as you notice the way..

What if Words

What if words had a mind of their own? Would they sing out in their own tone, Would the things they want to express be locked away in the dark space of the mind, Where one finds those feelings that intertwine with the spine, So that when touched they cry, What if words could bring me dow..

A Moment Of Silence

A collaboration by Ziphozonke Masondo and Ntandoyenkosi Ngcobo

An OpenLetter To The Government

AN OPEN LETTER TOTHE GOVERNMENTTo: All the “Leaders”,the Politicians, Bankers, Lawyers, Super-rich and Power Players in the country.CC: To theYouth of South Africa “The nation that has found their inner consciousnessRe: This isthe Government we don’t d..

Chapter 2

The world crushed in front of Noluntu as shecould not really understand the words ofMama. After all this years "Why Now?" She feltbetrayed and did not know who else to turn toas Mama had been her pillar of strength, thesource of strength and of charecter. To be whoshe was this day it was..

Chapter 1

Noluthando had no memories of her father,which always bothered her now and again.Even though her mother was always by herside, encouraging and supporting her ineverything she did, she knew that she lackedher fathers love which hurt her deeply.*Noluthando doing the laundry at the riverw..

Prologue

The hot wind pushed the empty plastic bagsand newspapers high into the air making themdance around in the sky like souls just grantedfreedom and learning how to soar the skies.The dry wind blew across the village from theeast bringing change to the once stale air. Inas much they tried to..

Nursed By The Wind

Poetry To Me

When each heart grasps contentment,When one realizes words are a bonding agent,That it takes the reality and blends it into need, freedom and a mode of expression,Expression that allows emotion to flow,And take each person from the world in which they live to the world where their soul will ..

Stolen Heart 6

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Broken Heart 5

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Stolen Heart 4

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Stolen Heart 3

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Stolen Heart.

Episode 2

Stolen Heart

Episode 1

Ghetto Things

A spoken word piece on ghetto realities. With help from Josia Nyathi.

An African Mother

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Being Black

Being black is not a curse, but a blessing,Being black is not a shame, but a gift, a gift from God.You see, I might be black, but I am a human being,Count your words for I might end up leading.Well for now you might be disagreeing,But these are words I am guaranteeing.I might be black ..

A Letter To The Lazy Youth

Good opportunities life throws at the youth is smoked and drank away by the same people. They impregnated with crime, suffering, deceit, denial, disrespect, violence and unending pain. This baby is yet to be born, should we worry? I cannot help but notice the growing lack of motivation and drive a..

Prologue

A short description of what happens after the heist. A book I'm working on

If I Could Change The World

If I Could Change The WorldThis thought crossed my mind,I sat with my pen and paper,jotting down what crossed my mind that night,What would take the readers on a sensational ride,Knowing it was the beginning but the end of a physical fight,It felt so right,When with the pen I stabbed,A..

Dirty Democracy

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Teen Baby Mama

If I talked about boys it became a heated discussion,My parents said I was too young and that I was rushing,Mom and dad were very protective,A little too much from my perspective,All I wanted was to have some fun,Instead, I felt like a prisoner on the run,At fourteen I thought I was grow..

Child Of The Ghetto

Born a beautiful child with dark brown skin.But my life was rough so where do I begin?My daddy left me when I was two.I became a Thug, what else could I do?Destined to lose right out the gate.My life was filled with anger and hate.My mother did the best she could.But it was really toug..

Beaten Down

Beaten down…She was a normal girl, until she made the mistake thatchanged her life.She made the wrong person look stupid.Beaten down…She said she didn’t care, that is, not until they started.It wasn’t right, it wasn’t fair. But it was life.Beaten down&he..

Keep Your Pencil Sharpened

Keep your pencil sharpened,A friend of mine did say.So I keep on writing,My friends outside at play.Writing on the paper,Pencil in my hand.Writing dreams and thoughts,The leads in high demand.Scribbling on this paper,Ideas to me come so quick.Ideas I have to cater,As this is no..

Childhood

I was unwanted from the day I was born.I know my birth destroyed my parents marriage, my temperament as an infant destroyed my mother's already fragile mental stability. I have always been wrong .First , the wrong gender then the wrong size ,wrong personality , wrong intelligence, wrong , just..

Introduction

My parents never died years ago .Mom never died of cancer when I was 3 years old, and my step father almost died when I was 8 .I knew my biological father ,but he could be dead now for all I know. I Have Always Been Alone,I know that this might sound very tragic and I guess it really is . Anywa..

Orphaned

Dear God

Dear God,Can you hear me?I know you're trying to reach out to me,I know, somehow, you're behind the small thingsAnd sitting right next to meAs I pray on my kneesClasping my hands shutLike the way I hold on to my dreams.Dear God,Can you hear me?Do you know what I'm thinking?Expl..

Waking Coma

Thoughts coming around at night ..You try to close your eyes , but something keeps themwide openWide open … !! your lungs are wide open to the scent ofpainYour mind is wide open to new possibilities …Different ones …Strange how all of this seem so familiar !Haven..

One Man's Trash is Another Man's Treasure

What you might call trash to another soul might betreasure.The trash thrown away, when found may bring someonepleasure.It's in the way we think or the way we look at things.Whether it is trash or treasure, is it sorrow or joy itbrings?If your treasure is a person, are they a treasure l..

I finally understand

When you feel like the world has let you downLet it goWhen you have so much pain in your heartDon’t let it showIve been that girlThat felt all aloneBut now im that girlThat canStand on her ownCuz everytime I tried to leaveMy feet said noAnd everytime I said im leavingYo..

Flesh Cutters

I wrote this to warn those who are contemplating the consequences of cutting. To warn them about the dangers and consequences of starting, and all of the possibilities that can take place from it.

These are not beautiful women

I speak to all the disgraced feminimesTo all who've fallen out of God's graceand into a media HellThey have objectified themselvesto eyes of thousands who don't care about themJust watch them degrade themselvesbut I feel so sorry for these femalesSo they have been trapped into a world ..

Women and Legal Beauty Crimes

Looking at my tv screen, in magazines and books,I see woman photoshopped left and right, flaunting all their looksSelling themselves on the street for whatever money they can get,Posing nude in hopes they can make the grocery store gazette.Cutting off a few kilos on a screen doesn't seem so ..

Freedom

This place, inside, where all my feelings keep.That lies somewhere between my heart and soul.Should I, the guardian of my fortress seek,Protection from those, who would see them stole.So many times have you, this bastion breached,With scant regard for all the dangers posed.That my hopes ..

Building Defences

We get caught up building defences so that we don't gethurt. We forget that not everyone that comes to our doordoes.When you've built up walls, after someone that you've letin.Disrespected your feelings, took what they came for.All of your good intentions and kindness within,If you wan..

Us Black Women

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Violence

ViolenceThere seems to be violence everywhere in the worldtodayWhy can’t everyone just put all of their weaponsaway?It seems that no one can understandWhen someone kills someoneThey are killing a part of the family of manThe family of manSome say that they have a right to kil..

Dead Yet Alive

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A Palestinian Child's Cry

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Regrets of an Addict

If today was my last day.I only just realized, how much time I wasted away.Time just flew by.I cry, left wondering “why?”And now it’s too late,Today is the day I die.If I only had one more day.The things I would change.The words I would say.Apologies to make,And..