the chaos gambit

i dreamt floating on sleep’s wing Venus’ face glowing down upon me her warmth propelling me to Joy’s heights i lept onto her web of attraction. spinning myself into blind entanglement my core humming euphoria, wild emotion cascading helter-skelter i woke to parched throat, dry eyes and stabbing reality. reality clipped my wings and a …

Libya Saga: Lets not get blinded by the media

Point of Focus for this blog is the arms issue. I expect government MP’s to act with a bit of intelligence when it comes to international politics. I can’t say whether David Maynier of the Democratic Alliance is just playing the anti-ANC game or he was being really daft. I digress. David Maynier was ranting …

deciphering de Manyi code

http://www.gcis.gov.za/aboutus/exco_profiles/ceo.htm Manyi biography Above is the Manyi interview on kykNET http://www.news24.com/SouthAfrica/Politics/Open-Letter-to-Jimmy-Manyi-20110302-2 Above is the Trevor Manuel rant. Now, as the DG of the Dept of Labour, I assume we’re aware that Manyi had to look at Affirmitive Action and how best it can be applied.  Oversupply of Coloureds in the WC is a fact in …

Social media done bit me

I thought i was a facebook addict, thats until i got onto twitter. Boy did i learn otherwise. i think the major thing with twitter is the ease and the rapid response functionality. lately i find facebook full of mxit flotsam and amateur intellects (except a few of you precious ones of cause). besides, its …

Voluntary HIV testing at schools

Dear Gavament I’m acting under the assumption that most of you never went to high-school, or the years being chased by the apartheid regime has clouded some of those memories. Let me attempt to plug some of those memory gaps. We live in a conservative society which is always looking for weaknesses in the neighbour’s …

Flight of hope

Head bowed, I dream Of spreading my arms, wings extended; My wing-tips touching the firmament, Gold in color they gleam, like spun gold, sharp as razors. Eyes blinking, I cast a wish To spin on the upper echelons of the crisp cold Skies, Cross-winds buffeting my pain Spiralling upper-droughts carrying me to Valhalla With deep …