Demartini Institute Newsletter

When someone believes in you, you increase in self worth and rise to the occasion. Long-term visionaries know to stay the course. They don't focus on how things aren't being done; they wisely look at what is being done and what can be done. They are solution orientated, not problem focused. As a nation, hold a vision for South Africa, don't let outer forces deter your vision and actions towards it; look for what is working; acknowledge the heroes; be grateful for the men and women who put their lives on the line to protect and serve South African society.

When you see the genius in another, you have the power to awaken the genius you see. Acknowledge the heroes and show your gratitude, for when you are grateful, you get more to be grateful for.

Written by a Teary Black African

I might not be a South African

But I’m black, my skin is the same as yours

My colour is the same as yours

My genes are African, nothing but African

When your leaders were beaten by whites

I was there to shelter them

I was patient with them

I offered them food, shelter,

Most of all, I offered them protection

I might not be a South African

I can’t speak Zulu, cause I’m Vhenda

I can’t speak Zulu, cause I’m Shangaan

I don’t know what an elbow is in Zulu

As much as you don’t know it in my language

Since when was Zulu the only South African language?

Yes……………I’m not from Gauteng

I was not born here, but I’m South African

Where should I go if you beat me

I’m not beating your father, mother, brother or sister who works at my area in the mines

I’m not calling them makwerekwere though they can’t speak my language.

I might be dark in complexion

I might have the foreigners looks

I might have the foreigners body structure

Now I am scared to go to the only place that I call home

I’m scared of working down the street without my ID

Whites wanted me to do that centuries ago

Now you, my black brother is acting white

Why should you Black South Africans do this?

What makes you think that you better than me?

Who told you that I’m responsible for your unemployment?

Who told you that I’m less human

If I need to go back to Vhenda……..let all the Zulus go back to KZN

Let all the Tswana’s go back to Botswana

Let all the Sotho’s go back to Lesotho

Let all the Ndebele’s go back to Kwandebele

Let all the Xhosa’s go back to Eastern Cape

Yes…………let all the Swati’s go back to Swaziland

Is this not ignorance?

Your unemployment is your responsibility

Use your intellect

Get up and work

Let education empower you

Seek humanity

Before 1994 you blamed whites

Now you are blaming me

Who are you going to blame after chasing me away?

Who are you going to blame after killing me?

For what it’s worth…………………..

I’m sorry I was not born here

I’m sorry I can’t speak Zulu

I’m sorry for being too dark for your Joburg

I’m sorry for cleaning the toilets you don’t want to clean

I’m sorry for doing your garden

I’m sorry for repairing your shoes

I’m sorry for protecting your leaders while they were in Exile

Yes…………………what you call Exile………..is my country

And most of all…….I’m sorry for building South African infrastructure

Please my brothers let there be peace and prosperity amongst black African people.

Written by a Teary Black African

The Relationship

See me more and never less

and know my heart is in a mess.

See me less and never more

and you won’t see my pain and sore.

Hear my words and speak to me

and in forever we will be.

Close your mouth and your ears

and never know my hopes and fears.

Be a friend and not a lover

and you shall never know I suffer.

Be a lover and not a friend

and you won’t know my soul to mend.

You

You came in the night

veiled in my dreams.

You show me the light

that tugs at the seems.

You shroud your windows

with the eyes of the sky.

You lay me to the meadows

and gently open my eyes.

You are the drugs I use

and it makes me fly.

You are my only excuse

for riding my dreams so high.

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Perfect day

I had an idea for a candlelight dine,

but shops, markets, all but me were on time.

I decided to bake you a birthday cake,

but the stove and the clock, everything was late.

I worked to paint my face and be a beauty show,

but Cindy and Claudia just made me feel low.

I tried my hair in the latest trend,

but left myself with more to mend.

I wore my best dress for you since midday,

but the cat, the dog, the garden got in my way.

 

So I greeted you in the latest mud

and for dinner all I could serve was cud.

For dessert there was lots of cream and ashes

and I saw you puzzled questioning glances.

 

All through the evening I was uptight,

expecting at any moment a fight.

I must’ve forgotten your love for me

for cheering you up I did not see.

You loved me too much to criticise,

I couldn’t do much wrong in your eyes.

This I realised when we said goodnight.

You held me in your arms and whispered:

‘Thank you love, you did everything right.’

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Angel

Could you be the one

that would protect my heart?

Or are you the deceiver

that will tear it apart?

 

Are you my angel,

are you the one I’m meant to see?

Don’t shroud your eyes

where the truth I seek will be.

 

Will you be the one

to catch me when I fail?

Or are you the one

that will re-erect my wall?

 

Don’t shroud your eyes

when I need the truth.

Open them wide

so I can see the proof.

 

Will you be the one

that will follow where I go?

Or are you like angles

that fear to tread to low?

 

I won’t expect answers

till the early morning fire.

For now I watch you sleep

and pretend that I don’t tire.

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Misunderstood

Much hated. Much desired.

Dreamer in individualistic nature

that each day only takes you higher.

Words take you far away

from the only world they know

whilst at your feet, only rejection lay!

Magic in your mind and soul

made you pay the bitter toll.

Find salvation in words superior

written by those who know

of the bitterness and the fear.

Join the legendary falls

on shelves to which the lonely

and the hurt for comfort call.