Monday, 31 March 2014

That comfort zone

Published by MdK Holdings

Written by Bhekumuzi Mdakane (Founder)

That comfort zone

It has been a journey to be honest; I have lived and died for the sake of reaching this point whereby I can say this with ease. In this lifetime I want to show the legends parts that they are missing as they grow, I would like to help your leaders see what makes a lasting legacy.

This body and life that I have chosen for this life time has nothing to do with being this person that everyone sees; he is merely my transport to you and I do need to use him for typing this out for I need to speak to your soul.

What have you done to yourself, I ask?

This is not how we all started, see in the beginning we were all given a task to help humanity feel and experience the art of LOVE.

You are not a legend nor are you a leader; they will never understand you for you won’t ever do so too.
It is not within you to not know anything about what humans are, you sometimes know things that surprise even you and your aura is a comfort zone for others.

You have the kind of knowledge that can change a young soul, that power you have to create a new belief, religion and reconstruct a person’s life and building a new generation.

Remember it took a human to convince the other how to live, what to believe in, and what to work for.
Before religion and science a chief had to explain to his or her village how things came to be the way they are from day and night, good and bad and most importantly life and death.

But this was not always the case as even the chief had a wise man who he or she listened to.
Humans have constructed a comfort zone for themselves slowly losing their way of doing what they are here to do like living and sharing their lives with everyone

What are you waiting for…… they now know?

Humans have got to a point where they identify the wrong and right however for some people like me there has never been a wrong or right but just the act or your souls purpose for that time. what you do is what your soul wants to learn from.

We know that we get angry; we know that we get sad, happy and boy do we know that WE CAN LOVE.
However, still humans persist in thinking that they are born to be different. Well no!!! You are born to experience those feelings and help each other see a better way of dealing with and excepting them.

Through all religious beliefs, spirituality and those wandering souls’ humans, they all have a common goal, which is to experience LOVE; even for that one they call a killer.

The one thing that humans don’t share is that feeling they get when listening to their favourite song, it is the only time or moment in time that one gets to feel what LOVE is.

Humans just want those around them to show them (LOVE).

Wednesday, 5 March 2014

My First Love

By Mathiba Molefe

Locked in a ninety minute embrace we go through the movements that have become a second nature to us, one foot in front of the other as we dance through the perfectly cut grass in a seemingly meaningless meandering pattern but with our intentions firmly set in our minds.

Caught up in the rapture that is our love we go toe to toe with those who would dare separate us in this moment of pure bliss, diving in feet first in an attempt to pry her from between my feet as I feint left only to dart right with a swivel of my hips.

Thousands cheer us on as we waltz down the left flank oblivious to the millions at home screaming at the little boxes in their living rooms, liquor in one hand and the other waving frantically in the air as if beating away some a swarm of bees invisible to those around them.

Only we can hear the music, only those who speak the universal language can make sense of our movement.
Finally the time has come for me to relinquish my possession as I’m forced to watch her dance with another man, better the man I know as friend than as foe, yet I cannot shake this feeling of loss as she meets the embrace of my comrade.

I pray she returns to me soon.

I continue on my way down the flank alongside a man with a brightly coloured flag in his grasp and I feel my heart beat faster as he waves it above his head.

She’s dead and lifeless and I, the sorcerer with my wand wrapped around my right foot am the one chosen to resurrect her.

I approach her rounded, lifeless form and set her in position, I have but one chance to bring her back from behind the veil.

I step back and take a few moments to compose myself, and then, with one long stroke of my wand I send her once lifeless form, now filled once again with the vigour that had caught my eye when we had first met, arching through the air, trajectory curved as wide as Aphrodite’s hips.

Over their heads she sailed, beyond their reach, towards the gaping maw of the veracious beast that only she can sate.

But who is this man?

His back towards the beast as he prepares to launch himself through the air, one of his gauntlet covered hands stretched out as if to meet her airborne countenance.

Futile are his attempts to stop her from nestling herself in the back of the beast’s throat.

A deafening din swirls within the cauldron that is our kingdom, on their knees our enemies fall, for those who stand tall are those who sport our emblem, our insignia, the mark of our people.

Our queen has returned.

If you love her set her free, they said, and she will return to you when she sees fit.
I prepare myself for the day that we meet again my love.

Oh how I long for your embrace.