Jo-Burg

Jo-burg, I love. More than Capetown. It's gritty, it's dirty, it's historical, it's a struggle, it's sketch, it's beautiful. Instead of writing a post about all I did and all I saw, I'm just going to share the following 3 poems, (I wrote in ten minutes so bear with me) ...after visiting the capital building, prison, the monument to white supremacy aka the boertrekker momunment..and the apartheid musuem:

Yet Still I Sing (the resilience of the people)
How dare you it's dark
It's painful.
Hopelessness leads time by the hand
and yet I demand
myself to sing.
Under the blows of despair,
Deparvation lays my soul bare,
No Opportunity,
No Air,
And Yet,
Still I sing.


History (Aka Know Better, Do Better in the now)
History is the present
Which side will you be on?
20 years from now,
will your children have to explain your wrongs?
Rationalize your pitfalls,
make ignorance your plea
you Just didn't mean it,
you just couldn't see.
Time will Judge.
The time to act is now
To greed, privlege, and comfort
don't you bow.
History is the present,
you have the pen
Write the wrongs,
May freedom win!


I cry
I cry for the present,
the now
the $ pathway that is injustice's birth canal.

Also, I was able to meet with someone from the Coke scholar board, an African-American woman (angela) who is communications director for Coke South Africa. Dining with her was inspiring, and the private benz towncar was nice!

I've been slacking, and A LOT has happened in the past 2 weeks.

More posts to come.

Stay Tuned.