There Will Be Fire

Excitement pulses in every artery, capillary and vein. Like a high-voltage eclectic cable. The closer the day gets, the hotter the blood vessels become. The Maun International Poetry Festival 2012 is almost here (31st March). Poetry giants from across the country and abroad will soon set the tourist town ablaze. There will be fire. Intense fire. Even the Thamalakane River water can’t quench this fire. When you take different minds and tongues from various countries and put them together, it results in a catastrophic fire. Maun is about to undergo a history-making process. But worry not, poets are seers.

Killing for Potatoes

Hmmm… I smell coffee and baked potatoes. Rich, strong, black coffee. The saccharine aroma wafts like a magical phantom to my room and into my nostrils. It feels wonderful; perhaps the kind of feeling one gets from sniffing cocaine. The potatoes, spiced quite adequately, tickle my morning appetite. What a breakfast this promises to be! I snuffle – once, twice, thrice – trying to figure out the direction from which this morning glory comes. It’s not from my kitchen, I know. It must be my next-door neighbour. But then, hmm-hmm, it can’t be. My neighbour is not the coffee type, nor any type of hot beverage. My neighbour drinks only Amstel – morning, noon and night. And potatoes? Certainly can’t be my neighbour. Whoever and wherever you are, I’m going to hunt you, and I’m going to find you. And, sadly for you, I’m going to devour those potatoes and guzzle down that coffee. I’m loading my gun…

Poetry Madness

When my bones hurt and ache inside, as though the marrow is burning, I know it's music wanting to come out. Remedy? I pick my bass or acoustic guitar and I'm cured - immediately. But when my brain turns inside my skull, swirling painfully, left and right hemispheres battling to change positions, I know its poetry. And I know I'll soon be labeled 'mad', 'insane', 'nuts', crazy', etc. But I'll just let my pen scribble...anything and everything.

Gruesome

Ouch, I'm watching them murder an animal - a sweet, innocent sheep. They are so full of joy as they take life. They say they are celebrating the New Year. Im looking at this beautiful animal as it struggles for its life, begging for mercy. They don't care. They slit its throat and rip its skin off. Blood on the ground. Blood on their hands and blood on their shoulders. They argue with me as I protest. They say God gave man dominion over all living things. I argue back. But their voices are louder - one against six. I weep for the animal that just lost dear life. I think about its family. It will be missing in the kraal tonight. They'll never know its buried in man's stomach. 2012 is starting so badly for me, and for the animals. Just witnessed a gruesome, first degree murder. Mankind, when will you ever have a heart? I mean a real heart.

Rain Love

Wow, didn't notice it was raining until I pulled my window blinds. What a gentle, calm and loving rain! Haven't seen such in a long, long time. It must have been raining all night. No wonder my sleep was so deep, sweet and long. No ugly clouds up there. No booming thunder. No unnecessary flashes. That cruel rain I talked about the other day killed eight pregnant beasts. I'm not kidding. It was on the local news last night. Poor farmer was practically weeping. My heart went out to him. Such a loss. Today's rain is soothing. It's almost like a mist - loving and caring. I'm watching the romantic drops as they caress tree leaves. I open my window and the syrupy breeze that comes with it kisses me on the face. Mxwaah! I love you too, misty rain. Trees are dancing outside, swaying to this new tune. Even butterflies are able to flutter their wings, festooning the environment. Stunning! And the swallows, look at them: tiny aircrafts making a mosaic against the charcoal grey sky - a beautiful atmosphere indeed. The ground is wet and smiling, not flooding. The grass is glistening, every blade giggling. This rain. This rain is a mystery rain. I can feel it in my bones. I want to strip naked, stand in the rain, raise my hands high and shout, 'halleluJAH!'

New World Order - The Devil is In the Detail

Writings like this are often labelled conspiracy theories. And writers of such writings are, by and large, dismissed as twisted-minded lunatics unworthy of societies’ trust. They are projected as crippled individuals who belong in insane asylums. Thus, few realise that not all uttered or written by so-called ‘conspiracy theorists’ is utter balderdash. Such kind of writings joggle readers’ minds; they challenge readers to think for themselves, research and come up with their own conclusions. This is contrary to the everyday influx of ‘garbage’ that education systems, mainstream media, political rhetoric and propaganda push down people’s throats. This load of misinformation has turned masses into compliant and unthinking herds of sheep. People conform without questions, alas.               
  
            The downfall of Libya’s Muammar Gaddafi has been looked up at with mixed feelings. Some celebrated the death of a dictator. Some mourned the demise of a hero. But the intervention of western forces into the Libyan revolution raised eyebrows and to many, it stank of fowl play. Why, really, is the west so interested in Libya? To understand this, one should question their interest in Africa and the world at large.

            The three words ‘New World Order,’ (NWO) are very much familiar to many. However, few understand what they mean. Put simply, NWO means total control of the world by a small group of ultra-rich individuals for their selfish benefits. This group of occultists, who proclaim themselves the enlightened few, hence calling themselves ‘the Illuminati,’ have been pushing the NWO agenda for centuries. With a deep look into their move, one will realise that the aim of this group is to come up with a one world government under which all nations and their resources will belong. This will be a government led by powerful dictatorship – everyone else will be a slave. The world population, politics, resources, education, military, finance, food, technology, will all be in the mercy of this small group of wealthy families. They would have achieved a plan that was initiated thousands of years ago, even before the Bavarian Illuminati. But for them to conquer the world, they should eliminate ‘rebellious’ leaders who do not conform to their orders. 
    
            These global manipulators do not care much about an individual country or its resources. They care about the entire world! That is what they want to take over and control. And, lo and behold, they are succeeding. These are not the kind of people you see in white houses or as top political figures. What they do, instead, is to install presidents and other high ranking individuals who will rule the world according to their (global elite) will. By doing this, this ultra-wealthy group pushes their wicked propaganda into political mainstream.   
Through shadow governments (unseen, undetected, behind-the-scene puppet masters), they pull strings on country leaders and dextrously manipulate economies. Because NWO has been and it is still being promoted in colourful and enticing language as the ultimate solution to world problems, masses of the world are kept ignorant about its real motives. 

The writer seeks to caution readers to be alert, investigate and make wise decisions. Perhaps they will realise that embracing the New World Order, or whatever it maybe called today, is tantamount to throwing away one’s personal freedom.