It’s about the bigger Picture

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Leadership is about believing in a bigger picture than self, it is about sacrifice and the will to match on even when fires of war are prohibiting. Ultimately it is about challenging oneself!

The sacrifice of CIC in aspiring and achieving his educational goals is inspiring to all herevand yonder, you dare not be intimidated by the rigours of times. The value is in the objective set.

To the extend of the gravity of pursuing a goal bigger than the times I will qoute another Cuban revolutionary of greater magnitude, Che Guevara, emulate this international revolutionary stalward:-

“In our country the individual knows that the glorious period in which it has befallen him to live is one of sacrifice, he has to learn its meaning.

The fighters in Cuba – and wherever else there was fighting – learned it first. Later all in Cuba came to know it.

The true revolutionary is moved by strong feeling of love. It is impossible to conceive of an authentic revolutionary who lacks this quality. Herein lays what are perhaps the great dramatic challenges to a leader: he must combine an impassioned spirit with coolness of mind; and he must make painful decisions unfalteringly.

The love our vanguard revolutionaries bear for the people and for the most hallowed causes must be the same indivisibly, spiritualized love. Not for them the routine expressions of finite love as expressed by ordinary men.

Revolutionary leaders are often not present to hear the children hesitant words; their wives must also share in their sacrifices if the revolution is to reach it goal; their friends are to be found only amongst their comrades in revolution. For them there is no life outside the revolution.

If they are to sidestep dogmatic extremes, sterile scholasticism and isolation from the people, they must possess a full measure of humanity and a sense of justice and truth. Theirs is a daily struggle to transform their love of living humanity into concrete deeds, into acts that will serve as a mobilizing force and example”. [Socialism and Man in Cuba]. By Che Guevara.

Viva Commander In Chief Julius Malema Viva!!

 

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Ding..donng…

Ding donng…who is at the door? Are you expecting anyone? Ding donng…Gabriel the fallen angel of light, come rescue me from the dark, I am stuck..ding donng…

Ding donng…There is hope, hope, hope for all the enemies to come together, for a ANC and DA to see their similarities, for Satan and God to value a man. If you have hope, you have that ..ding doong…deep down your heart, you can’t wait for your opportunity to strike mother-earth..ding donng…

Ding doong… Who is at the door? Are you expecting anyone? If you don’t have that ..ding ding…you are lost, you are in the dark, your only hope is Gabriel with you..ding ding… This is the melody, the melody with curiosity…ding donng….if you still have more questions than answers when you hear this melody, you are incomplete..ding..donng…this is my best drug ever, do it to me one more time..ding donng…

Ding donng…listen to the melody flowing through your veins and blood streams …Ding donng…can you feel what I am feeling my brother? Can you feel what I am feeling my sister?..ding donng…

Ding donng..its time to share this with some one you care about….ding donng…

BLUR

BLUR.

She hit my number up,saying “Randy can we meet?”what happened after that cool that night it’s still a blur.

M0re like a blank page wit no notes nor quotes. Blur as if the love affair of pen & paper wasn’t established.

I tried hard 2 recall everything that took place that night,but my efforts 2 do s0 were m0re like a blunt knife wit n0 edge,I was just not cutting it.

S0 i picked up a receiver n hit radial,like a sniper hitting a target. Then Life’s Karma answered & rebuked.

I kept on calling her numeric digits spontane0usly each n every time her face appeared on mind. With no luck, I could only hear her pleasant sweet v0ice on Voice mail.

Then i fixed my thoughts into a writing ,but they were temporary like a handwriting on a chalkboard. Because she deleted them on our chat history on Whatsapp.

I guess they remain a blur.

*this poem is based on events that took place on these past weekend (Saturday n Sunday) after midnight Respectively. By Randy Maimane

THAT’S MY DREAM

That’s dream is my dream
Hey chinese man, where are you taking my dream? To China? And bringing it back as your own? Come on
That’s my dream..
It might not be comparable to Martin Luther Kings’ but its mine.. I own that dream.. My dream at the current moment is to have two more dreams
And for those two more dreams give rise to four more..that is my dream…

The foreign nationals milking South Africa but my main concern is when they’re milking South Africa with my dream within…every tiny idea within that dream is mine! I am proud to say that is my dream…

Hey Martin Luther King-you might have been famous, wealthy, in America, and energetic, but that’s my dream.. You stole that sh*t from me..I will build myself a dream, I won’t just build a dream, I will build a dream with elevators and sensors within it…

This is my dream

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IF I HAD TO WRITE TONIGHT

If I had to write tonight…I would write about pain, disaster, misfortunes and abundance…oh Lord please help me not to write tonight….

My heart is flowing with a virus infected blood. Hiv infected needles ready to strike. If I had to write tonight I would write literal Public Relations! I love my wife, daughter and country.. If I had to write tonight, I would write love, forgiveness, success, public relations, joy and freedom…

FOR THE LOVE OF PUBLIC RELATIONS, my name is Godwin