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Friday, May 27, 2011

I have chained fear and decided to walk out of our stationery relationship anchored in the middle of an immense sea of doubts. For many non-cherished moons has the mirror like surface of this sea plagued my eyes with grotesque scenes of my peril, while the winds of logic held me back from abandoning ship as they screamed their favourite song; the song that deafens the ears from hearing the enchanting whispers of dreams.

There are days were I have watched the township streets dance until clouds of dust gathered to blind dreamy eyes. Eyes with still wet paintings of dreams and when the eyes would cry the dreams would be washed off. All that would be seen would be the roads built to possess us township residents. Roads decorated with glimmering limits and street signs that glow in the dark so that they are always seen. Street names like ‘child grants association rewards for teen pregnancy here’; ‘open bar traded for dreams’. And at each corner there are temples where the incessant chant ‘nothing good can ever come out of the township’ floats all around seducing the educated to sing along as they flee to ‘greener pastures’, too scared to taint their white papers with the dust of township streets.

I have taken the plunge, all I know is if I drown so be it. Truth is whether writer, politician, engineer, teacher, lawyer, painter, journalist, doctor, cleaner, manager, etc. we hold the keys to changing the reality that confronts us. With imagination, just as cities and affluent places were created we can create a better life in townships and in Afrika.

I invite you to the feast of those who hear whispers of dreams. Go to facebook and like the page ‘Introducing The Truth(Rantoloko Molokoane)’. There you will find information about my first book offering that is to be published either in July or August. The book will be a collection of poems and prose work. Ten percent of book sales will be used to buy African Literature books for my starving township library. You will also find information regarding the performance poetry tour that I am planning.

Together we can create…

Son of forgotten Gods


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