I am not a man, I am compassion, passion and progress.

I am so exhausted and bored of my life. I should try something extreme, it must promise a lot of fear and pain but end with eternal silence, like suicide.

Suicide is okay. I see my cousin as a courageous man for commit to it’s seductive call. It’s a short rough ride to guaranteed silence which we are so desperate for. The courage to go...

My country is a very sad joke that I can’t laugh about.

I have finally redeemed myself of people’s expectations of me, and so I have attained the freedom to be who and what I dreamed myself being.

I’ve seen men suffer like rural dogs and others prosper like gods.

I feel her tears every night hitting the hard dusty ground of my dessert heart and making a whooshing noise that echoes through my bones and veins with great anguish. It’s the worst feeling I’ve...

I smell freedom, it smells like slow heavy rain drops hitting the warm, thick detached red dust of a busy unpaved road.

If men are dogs, then women are desperate dogs.

I live for 3 reasons; To build a Home for my mom, to buy a chair for grandfather and to turn to dust.

My dream is big and it travels on top of the waves of change and transformation for many but it starts here, next to home.

We all agree men are dogs, with the similar conviction let’s also agree to the quiet truth; women are desperate dogs.

You have potential to be great at what you are good at.

Change has to be either good or necessary.

Temptation is the art of luring the Christian out of his protection circle. The tempter has no permission to step inside the circle but he works tirelessly in enticing the christian to make himself vulnerable...

I am so sorry I do not have enough money to support your expensive obsessions and fancy lifestyle choice. I just love you and I wish I could love you the way you want me...

I think suicide is the most painful minute a person can go through, but it somehow may be beautiful to devout to that pain with the joy of it’s promise; silence, because we have no...

I am not an artist because of my creativity, but because life in it’s creativity threw me in its rough sketched trampled portraits in the trash drew my story.

Good evening South Africa, it is really evening now that the shadows are chasing the sun down the west with a great darkness trailing behind them. I am scared for myself and for you because...

I respect people not for who they are but for who I am.

This comedy show will end.The endless streams of tears of a 79 year old woman are now enough for her to wash her swollen feet.

Retaliation by rebellion is hurtful to the intended target, but sadly it creates a heated desert that demands for the now rebel to reach out his arms of pride for help, a few succumb the...

Every time I listen to this song, its like I regain my soul. its a hurtful joy far deep in my heart.

Truly the sadness will last forever, what a shame.

Born in the 90s and raised in a deserted rural area by a single mother with 2 brothers, a sister and a couple of cousins – you know; a normal Zulu family of the 21st...

My soul is sailing out and around me constantly trying to escape my body.

A man’s sadness can only be felt and fully experienced by him alone, others can look on and think.

Racism is a deadly disease that clings to the soul and rots it until a vile stench that disgusts and irritates the ears of a moral person, is all that is left of a moving...

This song Emily by Joanna Newsom attaches my body to my soul which sails out and around me desperately trying to escape all the time. I still don’t understand it’s original meaning.

I am a student of forgiveness and so far I am failing miserably the saving grace is that I will not quit.

Her tears are too heavy they sink my heart, I hope she stopped crying.

Patrick Watson makes my soul crawl out of it’s hiding place.