She yells “cut the head off!!”
This is our meat for the night,
Cutting heads, cleaning the intestines and removing the feathers off our meat,
We fry the intestines and gizzards on grandma’s old pan,
Grandma cooks the rest on her gas stove,
She cooks uphuthu nemfino,
The smell of oil and curry fills the kitchen!
It feels good to be home
PS: I am sorry if the picture offends you, receive my apology. I ain’t sorry I am writing this though!!!
Ain’t it funny how we teach and train the mind for so many years in schools,
But nobody teaches and trains the spirit , the body and heart…
Is it a wonder then that the we have become egotistic robots?
Is it a wonder then that we don’t know how to trust, we don’t know how to eat, we don’t know how to love?
We are good at judging, like I am doing now.. but we need to invest in ourselves.
As taught in school, problem solving steps are:
1. Identify the problem
2. Find alternative solutions
3. Apply best alternative
4. Go back to step 1
Not so bad after all…
Standing atop the mountains
Screams could be heard,
The eldest son was killed by Bab’Mkhize.
Bab’Mkhize’s youngest daughter is sad,
She is however relieved.
She knows the hurt will stop,
She knows she won’t have to play with the big black snake anymore.
The village is in commotion.
The policeman, the deceased baby brother wants justice!
Bab’Mkhize is in handcuffs,
He doesn’t mind,
At least his daughter will be safe from the monster.
How can he make sure the daughter is safe if he is prison?
Is the voice that lets you know you are
about to jump off the burning platform
Stay, you will die
Jump and you might die
I will take my chances