One other Life

by Livia Koburungi

White ashened and still,
With swift motion setting the pace
Upon which am blinded by a notion to tear
Overwhelming as it occurs
Breaking the silence that remains
Uncracked like a running stream without an obstacle.
Movements are a phantom course
Pacing upon thy coordinates
Implanted by perfection
At ease in baby rest, wrapped in cotton
Assuming sleep yet staring not far off but,
At the green right on the otherside
Engraved in colors of art not less
Than that recovered from the breath
Imprisoned in a broken glass
My first life was sights and woods.

The riffle was pulled but I don’t remember as,
Often the ink bruised in the ashes, knowing
But without cause of rush, a thought
Its just a dark past on a quest,
For fear of being an open wound
Amidst the discussed turmoil in levels of sound
Afraid the cremation I willed would blind any further sorrow
For life a tray of only several chances that are always there
And for the time I lived grey was a sound plus
A song fierce, sad, tormenting but rather refreshing to the soul
Covered in thin layers of trust
And whenever ash was swept into air
The breeze became more than new hope in a dream
Because amnesia is a nice world to wake into!
And only takes simple to change the note
However today I woke up in a new baby crib.

Chances are we lost Rex my first pet during another funeral
But life came back not in any one theory we’ve studied
For I know that generation doesn’t bring new babies
We’ve all lived before in the BC ages we have no memory of
And here we relay and unfold into a new beginning everytime we die
I can be my own great, great, great grandmother
We never met but her old body was put to better use
She found a new body in me, an image slightly different from thre first
My other life saw a girl crying by the lake
It was my first tear that hurt and the sound in a dark tunnel she ran into
From there I learnt to drown till it hurts cause
Its the scars the world wants to see but I will keep wounds
To nurse and summon several who bruised without hurting cause
I was never told the trim of the words under hot coals
Are not a competitition in a scary story
But rather one other protait of art we past without viewing

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“Y’ALL ARE SHIT 👎” – AKA to fans

AKA the jerk

South African musician Kiernan Jarryd Forbes alia AKA has today poured his angered unto his Twitter fan base accusing them of being fake for not showing love to his Touch My Blood music album that he released over a month ago.

AKA – 3.2M of y’all are shit

The father of one continued the rants, calling his fans “dog shit” and bashing all those unloyal to him.

… the rest of y’all full of dog shit, walking around like I owe you something

part of his tweet read.

The 16 track album that features OKMalumKoolKat, JR, L-Tido, Kwesta, Kiddominant, Yanga Chief and Stogie T has since gone Platinum and Gold.

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My heroe in bandages

by Livia Koburungi

I wasn’t looking for a role play
Or what my mother thought to be a finally answered prayer
She had no eye out for the stunt double you molded to play you before her
No, cause it came to no mention in your resume
And we skipped all the history which turned lights off
In the virtual world and we made acting our life, or was it only me?
The length of us, I didn’t think to enjoy
For having played victim enough,
And seen two but knew its only just another number.
You found me old but still hard buried in young fantasies
You belived it was a match, I knew we were good for media goals!
I’ve held on this far cause the differences became found on me
Where I’ve become your accomplice in a story I would have ended differently
Yes there are days I thought I smiled genuinely or cause you were happy
And the untold nights we couldn’t finish a good a movie
I became trust in the wrong lane, but you didn’t make it a bumpy street for me to change
I remember I stayed me and you did you, it wasn’t another scene!

I know the frame fit right today because,
The past couldn’t hold on forever,
When the television needed the antenna
Where the black and white newschannel took a chance,
And every now and then
The grey turned into a colored wall of stars and diamonds
A reflection from a treasure of your grandfather that now circled my finger.
And also a reminder to stare at the door for your return
Which routine was gold cause evenings glued you to sports
And the football field magic glared you with tension
That became my song of pride in pottery class
Where the hand craft bailed every other anniversary gift
On top of the house run, that went unnoticed
From which I’ve learnt of seldom fights at every corner
Not running a quarter to stir my place with,
The peace and quiet around the noise of our quarrels
I will always hug you out of it, its another fate we figured out.
I can say it already happened, when I end with the story…
RIP.

When i gave the world on a day and the breathing lasted 24hours
There on i coward ever trying to carry life, the end of my daughters and sons.
Around our flesh enough rattle bought me comfort
The blanket I thought was beyond in a maze maybe in heaven
And under it I still found every other nerve to smitten
Not that the mask went off, then
Cause you said its true and not one other error to run from in tears
Somehow you managed to deaden the horror of life on the run in my head
For the benefit of actually living under the roof you built
And the house i turned into a home.
The hours before I said, I do….. I didnt believe,
Heroes came in bandages fully customarised with scars I tattooed you!

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Poetry: The Real You

by Nzamuye Derrick

I want to talk, not about the weather.

I could care less if it’s hot or cold.

I want to talk, not about life or even your ambitions,

Definitely not about the world cup or the media tax.

I want to talk, not about who is popular or what’s trending on twitter.

Atleast not today.

I want to talk only about your darkest fantasies, your dirtiest thoughts.

Your deepest darkest secrets, the things you’ve put away in your mind.

Whose keys you’ve hidden far but close enough to reach, for when no one is looking.

Tell me the truth of your most bizarre thoughts, those obsessions that reek of gasoline.

Those thoughts you seek safety from only because if brought to light.

Would have your african mother cursing you.

Those thoughts that come alive only after midnight.

Tell me everything, the battles you’ve lost.

The wars you’ve won, in your mind.

Let me in, let me undress your mind without a fight.

Let me break you, you seem firm.

Mere shaking, I reckon won’t shatter those locks.

Give me a road map, to that maze of a mind.

Tell me about the person you would be, if no one was judging.

Maybe then i’ll write something raw.

Something pure!!

A♤

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What if we could time travel?

by Nasasira Tony Blair

Probably everyone gets those moments where we wish we could move back in time or maybe forward it to the future, or peep into the future and see the results of our decisions today. We have had those scintillating excitments that make us want to relive them. Painful mistakes that we wish we could go back and correct. Excruciatingly boring moments that we would wish to fast forward and skip. Unpredictable outcome decisions to be made that make us wish we could see the future first and move back to today and make the right choice. In our imagination, in our subliminal thoughts, a certain kind of time travel is wished for.

Theoretically science has found time travel to be possible, but light years away from our cognition and ingenuity today since it would require physical conditions that are technically inachievable. But in all honesty, its not the science that makes this concept unfathomable, It is fundamentally a philosophical mystery rather than technological. Possibility of time travel comes along with many logical paradoxes that make it rather complicated. Paradoxes that have been technically termed as temporal / time travel paradoxes.

Grand father paradox: This can simply be explained with a case of a person who travels from the future to the past, meets his grandfather and kills him. Now that person from the future wont exist in the future, but exists at that moment, and yet came to that moment by coming from the future, a future in which in which he doesnot exist. So, would he disappear if he killed the grandfather, would the universe find another way to cause his existence, or would he live on though without any ancestry?

Casual loop paradox: As the paradox is named, it is about the endless loop without origin or initial cause and final effect that time travel can create. A simpler way to explain this would be, a person travelling to the past and teaching someone in the past how to do something that eventually leads to the invention of a time travel machine, which initially enabled her to move back to the past. This becomes an endless loop without origin. If the time traveller didnt move to the past, time travel wouldnt have been discovered, and she wouldn’t have moved to the past. Yet its because of the past that she manages to move back since the time travelling machine came from a past, which she actually created and it goes on endlessly.

Fermi’s paradox: This paradox that applies to existence of extra terrestrial life can also apply to time travel. It is basically a question of “If a more intelligent extra-terrestrial life exists, why hasn’t it come into contact with us?”. So many arguments are crafted to answer this as it is also with time travel “If time travellers exist why haven’t we come into contact with any? ” Are they intentionally hiding?, do they understand probable consequences of interference in course of history and try not to get involved?
So maybe it is a better position to be in when we can’t control time. Time travel creates a new scope of possibilities in our very existence that could threaten human kind more than our daily hedonistic and fluctuating ways of life.

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WORD: 4 Days ✊

4 days

You must be thinking, what is 4 days!!
Well, 4 days, that is Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday. But then again,what is 4 days?

See, my niece Clarice (may her soul Rest in Peace), she lived for 4 days, so if you ask me what 4 days is, 4 days was a lifetime for her.

See my 4 days were bliss, wonder, perfect and dare I say euphoria by name.

See these 4 days like a fast passing wind were swift. The kind of days you only live once, the kind of days you don’t see coming and almost never see leave, the kind of days, the kind of kinds that deny you the chance of any good-byes.

The kind of days that take and take all they can, giving little or nothing back, no well dones, no thank yous (just how i like them) occasionally letting a little grin slide through … they sound mean right!!

Well i hate to disagree but no, see these days they live no regrets behind, only a strong sense of dejavu, desire to re-live and insomnia every now and then.

And scents, yes scents, well with these it’s kind of a love-hate relationship, sometimes they’ll make you jiggle, on other days you prefer the smell of burnt tires to them …

A♤

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REALITY CHECK: What is, is it what ought to be?

Butterfly

This long stay in the countryside is a slap to reality or should I say what ought to be reality. This reality though has different interpretations. You are very free to create your own but am talking about our reality, the kind that we can all relate to.

See, being born in this generation is quite the blessing. ‘The era of technology’ or so it’s called. My old Uncle calls it ‘The era of madness.’ My father prefers to call it ‘The era of complicated simplicity.’ With a tap of the phone, your needs will be sorted, be it food delivery, shopping, communication, learning or even business. You could run a multi-million company at the comfort of your bed. Tell me if there’s something cooler than that.

My sister learnt how to cook with YouTube and phew! her marriage was saved, in fact she’s now her mother in-laws favorite all thanks to the smart phone. It’s all just a amazing. Our reality is being simplified by the day. Is it though?What our reality is, is it what ought to be? I can’t help but agree with my dad. We are simply complicated.

I have seen relationships break faster than they were formed. More phones, faster WiFi and less humanity. These days when someone falls down, the 1st thing the neighbour will do is take a picture or a video no matter how hard you have fallen. That humane instinct to help people has evaporated.

See, in this our generation, perfection is a must have. If you aren’t striving for perfection, you might as well give up already. We have forgotten that our imperfections are what make us unique and beautiful. We are more focused on getting the perfect grades, perfect car, perfect house, perfect partner, perfect body name it and forget that we all can’t be the Kardashians of this world, our relationships can’t be like Beyoncé and Jayz. We all can’t have flat waists and round bums with perfect curves and well drawn eyebrows. That’s not how it works. There will always be people like me who look like a Sunday afternoon on a Monday morning.

In this our reality, how much you love someone is measured by how much you post then on your social media accounts. How much you care is only shown by how fast you respond to my WhatsApp messages. Forget the Ben Carsons, Mandels and Dangotes of this world. In this our reality, achieving is when you have many followers on Twitter and your tweet has been retweeeted by millions, it’s when you have many likes on that picture you posted on IG or Facebook or when the days of working out and starving yourself have finally paid off.

Being ‘savage’ or throwing shade on other people is considered being cool, no!!! You’re actually being uncouth, uncultured and simply mean. In this world, a charger is a must have, internet connectivity a must have, negativity a part of us coupled with constant competition for a nonexistent prize or maybe am blind and just don’t see it. People have worn masks for too long they don’t remember who they are.

The elders here refer to us as ‘the kids of nowadays’. When my Uncle calls it ‘the era of madness’, he doesn’t say it with a proud smile on his wrinkled face. It’s more like a shake of his head, then that long sigh. Maybe am high on milk or the countryside winds have either blown my sense away or have blown sense in, surely I really don’t know. What our reality is can’t be changed what it is and what it’s not, I can’t tell but is it what it ought to be?

Every time you look in the mirror, don’t forget, you are beautiful. Your scars are a sign for the battles you have fought, wear them proudly. Your are unique and you have a purpose. It’s a beautiful life. You just have to put your love glasses on, hold your head high and wear your scars like the warrior you are.

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TODAY: LinkedIn Is The Future of Professionalism

LinkedIn Logo

The olden ages are no more, the days when our forefathers did travel distances with classifications of credentials and qualifications to find employment. We can attribute this to the sluggish developments in technology and lifestyle that bred individuals who were resistant to change.

Come in LinkedIn, a platform to which professionals and other people looking to market their skills, knowledge and ability have turned to today. LinkedIn boasts a 546+ million connected annual user base covering over 200 countries and composed of individuals, organisations, companies and multi-nationals across the globe.

The “CONNECT” themed LinkedIn application has made it real quick and easy for employers to cross check, match and keep connections with prospective experts in the different fields of their employment. LinkedIn as a portal has made obsolete the tiresome preparation and paperwork one once was once required to present in order to qualify or get a job.

My Network tab

LinkedIn’s like most portals of endeavour has the “Home”, “My Network”, “Messaging”, “Notifications” and “Jobs” tabs. This has made it simpler for those seeking placement or at least intending to showcase their particulars to structure their metadata in an order that is convenient to the available job market.

Contact synchronisation

Signing up is absolutely convenient, it’s the usual username, email, password and confirmation thereafter. After signing up, one is required to log in again as is the culture with most of these sights in a bid to beef security of the user’s data. The casual email and phone number are also required so as to enhance the avenues for account recovery in case of any denial to access or attempted hacks in the future.

Sample: My profile

Next, is the requirement to fill out in detail and clarity one’s profile comprising among others the experience, education, volunteer experiences and causes making it easy for the employer or those seeking connections to find exactly what they are searching for in an individual of interest. Accomplishments, featured skills, endorsements and recommendations make it simpler to see the exceptional ability and assess the past performance record of an individual.

Helps you connect with those near by

LinkedIn also has the “Contact”, “Find Nearby” and also tailors one’s contacts thereby making it easy to be reach and be reached by those known and unknown (new) to him. Keeping in contact is among the most important products both the portal and app provide for different professionals around the world.

Finally, the “More from LinkedIn” tab lists Recruiter, Job Search, Learning and Sales Navigator enable one to find jobs and recruitment with various organisations and individuals.

Poetry: The Skills I Trade

The mascara I cried down my cheeks
Became my art in the past and
Painted every little beauty you left in the dark
For once it was beautiful makeup,
Thats now become a hasty mark in the carpet
With wrinkles and detents along the cracks,
It pretty much noted where we left off
Knowing a better piece of art could take forever
But look better when the colors changed
Seemingly in a tear drop, from the several I lost
The paint still gets dry and the broken crayon doesn’t stop coloring.

When we colored the rainbow black and white
The past ruined my art.
But I caught seven colors in a globe alone
Where, the maze of finger prints on glass
And foot prints in the sand became one company
The canvas I colored on, outside the lines was my reflection
And time became my paint brush
For everyother second was vested in something varnished.
For art can speak for a flower picked up
Ready to wither, after five minutes of beauty in a vess
Cause the hard way is resetting when the picture becomes blurry
And moving on with another shade
Then the shadows became too many layers to paint
In the comfort of the walls I painted.

Freedom, Fair use, piracy and the copyright

Originality, such an exquisite and exciting word , isn’t it? We all want it so real, uncopied, ORIGINAL.

Freedom, an equally exciting word, sweet, desirable. Who doesn’t dream of a world where all we desire is free for all?

People that offer things to the world for free are very likely to be considered as heroes. But we all know every story has two sides, sometimes with our heroes playing villainous roles to someone else.

Download the torrents. Download the YouTube video, make a copy of that blockbuster, share it on a storage drive. Download a trial version of that expensive software, get the crack. No one appreciates the heroics behind all that freedom. To use without restriction. No one appreciates the brilliant minds behind all our free share websites that are frequently changing URLs, or the magnificent share apps on our smartphones. We need to take a moment and appreciate all this, don’t we? I dare say NO.

Behind every work of art, the music master piece, smooth running software, the perfectly scripted movie lies years of practice, commitment, trying and failing. And what else would impress these architects of our society like simply appreciating what they do, screaming their names out with love? Making their lives better!! The same society that screams their names out with love will be waiting for their failure, for their lives to fall apart, for the debts and trauma that has eaten up so many celebrities and we are always so ready to point fingers, he did drugs, she sold her body out to any guy that crossed her path, he was extravagant, she was arrogant. So judgmental but we forget the one in the mirror. When was the last time you actually paid for the great things they had to offer when they still could?
The free music, the movie streaming, the cracked software. It was all exciting. But somewhere else, someone waited for their work to pay off and it didn’t. They could see the illusions of it paying off as you cheered, they could read your favorite billboards that compared their expenses and pressured them to spend more, they heard it, they saw it…, But it never paid them in the way that mattered most.