Aspiring Aspirations

I wish I could take a 52 week vacation just to explore: See, capture, learn, teach play, trigger thoughts, spike conversations and have unlimited time to write just to quench this desire. It is no the cherry on top I am after merely liberation. the need for incarnation has left greed, grief and grievances. Scarce jubilation, infrequent joyous celebrations.

I fear for generations not the hibernating. Unless the matter of succumbing to sequestration, surrendering before we win, suffering drunk & sober plus the endless ones you can think of are not addressed then we just might need to catch another bus cause we are not going anywhere. It is not the sob stories we need nor sold realities. Soapies setting standards of mankind, derived societies that seem to have lost drive and can never reach common ground.

This science is sanctified for the blind. Never satisfied. A glimpse of light and it shy’s away. A sight of turbulence and its back to lower ground. No attempts. When prepared, remember gravitational forces?  

Assurance is empty. Insurance lapsed, a leopard never changes its spots. Change is inevitable its tiring to be a chameleon, a slow walk is viewed as lazy. Normal: uyacota (you walking too slow). Swiftly: you walking too fast. Jog: (Why do you wanna leave others behind). Run uyaphapha…

It would be proper to set a solid foundation for the generations. Pick off where our fathers, grand fathers and fore ones left from. This democracy was hard earned! Sacrifices were made! Lives lost! Tears and blood and sweat were and are still being shed to this day.

Ego driven so we remain in silos. Same tedious actions. Scholars cowardly, leaders intimidated, society consumed in the senselessness.

The brave no platform the painters no paint, the hungry no fishing rods so we place our faith on the echoing sounds paying no mind to the economy cause we know and believe that true light is already shinning.

 

-Monde Ntoyanto

@MundaMonde

Cyclical Nature

Ever felt like sometimes you take 10 steps forward then 8 back?

As cliché as it may sound, that’s my conclusion for my 3 months’ progress report.

This morning when I woke up (Thank God I don’t rely only on my alarm to wake me up) I checked the time on my watch, I realized it was way after the time I set for my alarm. To my surprise I hurriedly stood up, checked my phone under the blankets not there, it probably fell over, let me pull the bed it might be under it. No sign of the phone.

I proceed to prepare for the day hoping I will find it before I leave for work (because… some know what music deficiency does to me).  I notice that my curtain was fiddled with, I take notice but not give any attention. As I step outside to go kiss my morning star Culolethu (niece) before I go to work I see two planks one white and the other brown. I am fascinated how beautiful they look at first glance, my mind subliminally connects the dots and I am left starring at the window. Optimum confusion! Body too stiff, too stifled and my mouth to bitter to kiss such innocent soul.

After a long crazy hectic week, the ideal way to rejuvenate for the likes of me is to deal with my own craziness. How is one supposed to go about doing so, when all the contacts, saved articles, proprietary information and months of research etc. are lost over night.

As demoralizing as it may sound, the only choice is to start from scratch and re build.

I always advise and preach to my circle to always keep resilience at their core, however I can’t help feeling pissed off and disheartened. I am not one to let obstacles get in my way but being human is getting the best of me.

So here I am! Phoneless once again. How does one trust someone who always makes excuses when they have to deliver? How do you explain why you did not deliver? How do you start something you have already finished? How do revert to ignorant premature conclusions? How do you remain sane surrounded by sanity? How do you fly when every corner you pass there is someone ready to clip your wings? How do you compete when you are considered incompetent? How do you win when you are racing carrying a bag full of friction?

-Monde Ntoyanto

The spiral of silence

Spiral of silence

Swallowed in the numbers

“Identity theft”

Desperate to blend in

Silence is louder

The Spiral of silence is whining

So I hush my conscious  

Hide my morals

Sacrifice my beliefs

Grab a shot of Vodka

And put on that: “I’m having the time of my life facade”

Actions contradicting my audience gatekeeping code of ethics

They speak louder than words

So away with POV gatekeeping

It inhibits my views

I might as well back my actions

We live in a capitalist country

If what I want to say is not in line with the big guns

The ones that fund the mediums

Then my POV is considered vague  

Mastered philosophy of being made to believe you are alone

Separated by illusions

engraved morage of chains

Cause it’s easy to silence one cry

It’s possible to be misled by one lie

A nation cannot be described by one word

Beauty cannot be measure by standards of one man

Only the creator can execute that

I’m talking about true beauty

The kind that draws you in from first glance

The kind that entertains and  retains

Without revealing the secrets of marriage.

-Munda Monde

FACTS NOT FICTION

How do you define sanity in a society where, Crime is cliché! Rape another random act!

Corruption just another section in the business plan.

Our generation is being mislead by the very people who are suppose lead them. It’s stifling! I KNOW. What’s more scary is that we are allowing it happen!

Talent and potential is beyond measure in the Kayamandi area. However the community remains stagnant, all this is caused by minor things that we as the community refuse to address and acknowledge.

Favoritism, Nepotism, Tribalism, corruption, jealousy and lack of communication and exposure

These are some of the factors that are hindering the growth and wellbeing Kayamandi community.

The likes of Lebo Louw (Who went as far as the last 30 in the IDOLSA 2014) projected to the Kayamandi community area and the whole of South Africa that indeed Kayamandi has potential and talent.

We want to succeed however it is going to be almost impossible unless we start working together as the community. “Nothing for us or about us without us”

Open letter to the Youth of Khayamandi

To whom it may concern:

On my way to campus today I found myself thinking long and hard about iKas'lam "Khayamandi". I couldnt help thinking about the immense beauty and talent that the youth and pupils posses. being a PR student and an admirer for exceptional talent, I evidently saw a missing link in this scenerio.

The youth of Kayamandi "I believe" have infinite potential, but somewhere somehow theres something missing. Yes there are groups and festivals that enable aspiring performers (Dancers, Singers, Actors, Poets and Models) etc to showcase their talent but is it adequate?

Being the unselfish person that I am I strongly feel that South Africa, the whole of South Africa and the rest of the world need to see the Talent, Magic and Potential of the likes of: Cwenga Mjali the photographer, Mfundo Scoojas Gxagxisa the performer,Yolanda Libalele the Model, Reign Carol the Dj, Sive Ngwexana, Nomonde Gxagxisa and Cwaita Magwa the vocalist. etc.

Tebu Louw who enthralled the judges with his audition in season 10 of IdolsSA and Unathi Msongelwa who rocked the Clash of Choirs are a living testimony of the above mentioned.

Thank you to the likes of Silulami Mbokwana, Mbongeni Mtshali and Paul Khambule who have shown intrest and are paving a platform for aspiring artist.

The Missing Link.
Exposure; Who is accountable for the exposure and publicity of our talents?
Management; Who is accountable for ensuring that our talents are in good hands?
Opportunity: Who's our ears and eyes? who ensures that we are aware of the opportunities and we are grabbing each and every one, without the fear of how am gonna get there? how will I get back etc
Personal/group branding; Are we aware of the role and impact of being branding?

The lord blessed us all with talents and gifts, are you using yours? If yes up to your full potential?

Regards
-Moonda Monde_The_Blogger.

Conversations With My Friends And Families

After reading Mamphela's Conversations With My Sons An Daughters late last year, I was convinced that Agang would be the party to tremor the "notorious" ANC and that it hopefully earn enough seats in parliament to practice what they preached. Never, not even once did I think that this party that seemed to have a concrete establishment and objectives would be on an edge to implode.

 

I honestly believed in Ramphele Ramaphela, It was just stifling to hear that from that "Mamphela Decides not to go to parliament" The Times. to make matters worse she evoked her decision without consulting the members then went right ahead to hand pick an candidate overlooking once again without the blessing of Agang members.

 

Right now all I can say is Ramphela is a really good writer its a pity her philosophy cannot be backed by actions.

 

But look on the bright side, Juju is inside parliament and by the looks of things there will be plenty of cleaning up to do.

 

MundaMonde

Mind the gap!

I believe that the colour card is slowly losing its power, however discrimination still remains."Discrimination of the have and have nots".The Wealth gap in South Africa is stifling.

It took the apartheid government 66 years to engineer the barriers and inequality, will it take the same amount of years to disengage this negligence?

According to the Mail and Guardian: Who owns what. 09 Dec 2011 15:39Kevin Davie, Lynley Donnelly  just a fraction of 1% owns 40% percent of the countries wealth. meaning in plain English 99% majority have to share the 60"%.

THIS IS OUR STRUGGLE! 

How do we overcome it?