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๐๐ฅ๐๐๐ค ๐๐ฑ๐๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐๐ง๐๐ ๐๐๐ฌ๐ข๐ฅ๐ข๐๐ง๐๐
Please
Give me time
Walking a straight course
Is not
A given for me
Given are
Obstacles
From the first step to the last
Iโve got sores
Under my feet
I walk
Spiked metal
Carpeted roads
In my time
Iโve danced through
Landmines in my time
Bombs clapping sounds
In my ears
Donโt stop
Scars on my body
Donโt heal
I eel through
I scale
Razor wire fences
To get anywhere
My muscles are wasted
Iโve walked through fire
Itโs a wonder
I can move at all
My eardrums hurt
Itโs a wonder
I can hear
Birds sing
My will is intangible
It cannot be isolated
Cannot be broken
I move as I will
I get there
The elements
Give me no easy task
To set my roots in the soil
Hostility
Above and below
The ground is
A given for me
I must fight
All the time
I must fight
Absolutely
For everything
To reach the top of
The mountains
I climb
As a given
To sustain my life
Even just to serve
From a mountain top
When Iโd rather
Rock and roll
Down to home base
In satisfaction
Iโm ever thrust over the edge
To tumble โn roll
Over โn over
In pain
Hitting home base
Body twisted
A bone or two broken
Iโm taken
Back in time
Back in space
More obstacles
To overcome
Another mountain climb
To the top
Where keys to
My well of joy lie waiting
If love
Blanketed the earth
Iโd reach for you
My joy
Every step I take
Give me time
I cannot breathe at your pace
I carry
Weight of the world
Laden with hate
On my shoulders
I fight bigots
Hating me
For colour of my skin
They demean me
They seek to dehumanize me
Every step I take
They twist my words
Slander me
Project myths that
Colour of my skin
Facades evil in man
I get enemies for free
They muddy my paths
Spill oil over roads I walk
I slide and fall
I get up
Burn the midnight oil
Keep moving on
One step at a time
Against the clockโs
Sixty tick-tock seconds steps a minute
Sixty tick-tock minutes steps an hour
My steps have time tick-tocks
Of their own
As a given
In my precarious existence
Bigots
They seek
To break my spirits
Every step I take
I am indomitable
My spirit terrifies them
They shoot me
I die
They created Jesusโ
Resurrection story
To cover their
Confoundment over
My resilience
Give me time
Youโll see in time
That I really am human too
Everything they can do
I can do better
As a given
I must work
Ten times as hard
Anytime
In my time
There are times
The agony inside
Is unbearable
My head
Wants to explode
At not only
The bigotsโ cruelty
But their horrendous
Outright stupidity
When reason doesnโt work
When prayer doesnโt work
Because their God is made
In the image of them bigotsโ
Collective derangement
I have to stop and cry
From time to time
Please give me time
For my tears to dry
Starting from below zero
With zero privilege
Against these meanest odds
Iโll rule the world
It ainโt for nothing
Iโm the oldest
Human being on earth
They created Adam
To sideline me
Doesnโt work
Iโm here
As a given
On the eve of
My victory
Itโs beyond hatersโ imagination
But
I shall blanket
The world with love
As a given
Some day soon
Nothing can stop me
Itโs only a matter of time
Brace yourself
My love
๐๐ช๐จ๐ฐ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ฌ๐ช ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ต๐ด๐ช๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ช
This Black donโt bend
๐๐ช๐น๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ป๐ฆ๐ฌ๐ช ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ต๐ด๐ช๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ช
This Black donโt crack
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ยฉSimon Chilembo 06/04-2022
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38 YEARS AN EXILE: XII
HOME AT LAST! Part 12 CITIZEN OF THE WORLD? MY FOOT!
SPECIAL NOTE: Link takes us to an article written by a frustrated young lady in Oslo, Norway, who feels she has no place to call home anywhere. Although my writing below may sound harsh, it is not personal. I am writing on the subject in general terms at her inspiration, from my, of course, highly subjective point of view. Believe me, I feel her pain, anger, and sorrow. 
I am a citizen of the world is another one of those idealistic statements of which poetry and literature are inspired. I am a citizen of the world as an emotional statement reeks of arrogance, ignorance, naivetรฉ, self-centredness, patronization, and imperialistic tendencies. You donโt go calling yourself citizen of the world simply because you donโt feel at home in your country of birth, and/ or your host country if you are an exile in the Diaspora. Itโs not up to you to declare yourself a world citizen, as if the world owes you any favours, to begin with …(Continued in the book: โMACHONA AWAKENING โ home in grey matterโ. Order book on Amazonโs CreateSpace here).
Simon Chilembo
Riebeeckstad
Welkom
South Africa
December 15, 2014
38 YEARS AN EXILE: XI
HOME AT LAST! Part 11
POWER TO THE PEOPLE
Ama-a-andla nga wethu! Weโve got it all so wrong in Mzansi fo sho. Power To The People! Is not all about the right to toyi-toyi for the next 350 years over even the most banal of peopleโs dissatisfactions against, or demands from the government. It is not about the false-premised belief in the right to the indiscriminate orgy of vandalism, theft, abuse, and misuse of public infrastructure with impunity due to poverty, daily evident in the most unequal society in the world today. Power To The People! is not a statement of delusional entitlements to excesses of privilege and power to members of the ruling, as well as other elite classes, and their beneficiaries …ย (Continued in the book: โMACHONA AWAKENING โ home in grey matterโ. Order book on Amazon).
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Simon Chilembo
Riebeeckstad
Welkom
South Africa
November 30, 2014
MBA ILLUSION
Epitome of Education?
The elegance of MBA programmes all over the world lies, among other things, in the fact that they are designed, marketed, and taught by great storytellers, super orators, impressive performers; illusionists par excellence.
In a wonderfully crafted way, they sell to millions for millions the world over, the idea that, with an MBA from an internationally accredited university, you can snap a finger here, snap a finger there, and the earth will dance under your feet.
Works for some. Disastrous for many. MBA programmes can produce boundless visionaries, eternal dreamers. And that may be as far as it goes for many.
In a pre-MBA course I got into a lifetime ago, I learnt that in much the same way Doctors- and Lawyers-to-be are trained, MBA education is about teaching the candidates information management towards sound, effective, and, ultimately, profitable critical decision making in business, big or small. It’s about where to find information, how to identify useful and relevant information, which parts of the information are relevant for which decision making processes at which level and when. Moreover, it’s about how to distribute information according to intended audience or recipient/ -s, how to store information relevant to its value in the organization, how to discard no longer useful information …ย (Continued in the book:ย โMACHONA BLOGS โ As I See Itโ. Order Simon Chilembo books onย Amazon)
Simon Chilembo
Welkom
South Africa
July 28, 2014
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