Of Thunder And Rainstorms!!!

It pours at a time when, the sun was supposed to be positioned deep within the sky of my day.
Thick drops that cloud my vision and spin my head into turmoil. This state of nature seems to cast a macabre feel to the existence of my day.
The thoughts of sunshine, rainbows , fairies and all that is amusing to my inner child have gone with the wind, that speeds the velocity of every droop of this storm that falls.
The darkness swallows me...I observe.
my mind has turned to project to my thoughts, poltergeists, omens, demons and reapers. Some say I'm sentimental, I think so at times myself and this weather as it is only acts as fuel to the flames that power the inscriptions from my subconscious.
The resounding voice of thunder is deafening as clouds collide in the troubled skies.
The verbal eloquence of his rage is exceptional and causes the hairs on the back of my neck to stand straight in attention, while a cold shiver treads in a descending fashion on my spine.
Thor has called upon his young, the bolts of thunder...that crack my ears and make me want to conceal my member under welcoming sheets....In hope that the darkness will swallow my fear as I slump into my siesta. I assure myself that there is no need to fear..... Its all just rain.!

Are You The ONE??

I do not seek the ones that enjoy the rhythm of my words, yet hold not enough wisdom to decipher the knowledge within my writings..... No
 I seek the being that comprehends the content of my sometimes sophisticated writing.
The ones that can put themselves in my shoes and know the love found from the art of compulsive writing and the art of non verbal creativity.
Are you the being that can spar with me these untold words, in an exchange for nothing more than internal euphoria.
The one that is not easily attracted to rhetoric speech that holds no water, yet possesses the love to give gratitude unto the trails of expressing your thoughts.
The one that gives applause for the attempt by every being, to lay hand on earthly paper and inscript words to be remembered or just to pass the sand in the hour glass.
I am he who wishes to share my own kind of literature, with souls who can give praise for these inscriptions.
I seek to share the uncensored thoughts of my mind with those that have a heart and mind opened for the receiving initiation to be processed.
If you're
the one that bears a voluntary heart and an admiration for creative writing.
Then please bear with me the contents of my unsifted subconscious!!!

Namibia! Are we still eligible to be called a nation???

The last child of mother Africa, to break free from the chains of colonial oppression.  The young nation that has been enjoying the fruits of its autonomy for the shortest period of time among its counterparts.

It has long undergone a bloodstained endeavour which has taken with it the lives of audacious men and women that were in long toil to break free its affinity from the arrogant imperialist.

A struggle that lasted almost a century if not one, where the oppressor has destroyed our homes, physically mutilated our beloved brothers and sisters. gruesomely executed  our mothers and fathers...

Oh why? Oh why?

All for this land, this land we call namibia.

Even long after the colonisers have gone and our people have been liberated.

 Our nation is still overshadowed by the death of women and children at the hands of none other than their husbands, their fathers.

The ones that turn their backs on the nature of what they should be.

Protectors, heads of houses, breadwinners.

Due to the social evils of alcohol, fornication and drug abuse, they become quite the contrary of what nature has prescribe for them. 

Our nation!.. a nation that has been engulfed by a youth that openly exploits the consumption of a death sentencing substance.... Alcohol.

A youth that knows only the facade of a church but wither at request of internal description of this holy temple. 

A youth conquered  by sexual immorality at such a rate that no school lacks a pregnant girl or a young father.

oh why oh why???

 This land!... It boasts chauvinistic politicians  that broadcast rhetoric speeches in order to canvass which enables them the capability  of embezzling the resources within their reach. 

They do not do it for patriotism nor to catalyze the development of the our nation. No!. Even our businessmen and women have turned to unethical zombies, who welcome any type of money making opportunity or scheme.

Regardless of its nature, even if it takes food out of the poor mans mouth or kicks a family out of their home, into the freezing cold.

The rich become richer, the poor get poorer.

A contradicting statement for this nation.

A nation that holds  humongous mineral deposits af diamond, fas a huge biological biodiversity and  breathtaking landscape.

 It has the potential to thrive,,to be the nation that was once handicapped and transcend to one where rape shall be no more talked about of. 

Where murder will have no space for headlines in our daily newspapers BUT until we can overcome and conquer all our social evils .

This land shall not rise from its ashes to burn like the blazing inferno of a resurrected  phoenix.

Intimate Chosen Relations!!

In light of true friends.....
life becomes easier
Obstacles turn into hurdles that lay beneath our feet for they are shared amongst many hands.
Have u that special com padre u can call a friends if yes embrace that relationship, hold that bond and cherish all the moments spend with your friends, because when days are dark they appear to shine light upon your peril.... With all that is good, comes bad...
Choose the right friends!!!!