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The population of our University largely represents the state and ratio of the country's population, with this in mind, let us ponder on the elections that took place recently. It was made clear to all students through print and social media what it was that was expected of them in this process yet the majority were not sure of what to do when faced with the ballot paper. For most the elections went past without them even participating ; it seems most students simply do not see the point of voting, as if they feel nothing will change. It is in the hands of the parties involved who would like to be "voted into power" to show the students that they can make a noteble change in student life , thus creating interest in the outcome of the voting.I am no political fundi, but, is it not true that the point of appointing leaders is to see changes and progress in terms of relevant matters? Just my opinion.

I am a weapon of his design A bow, I bow to no man. I quiver, not in fear, it is an exhibition of my strength. Crafted by eternal hands Who knew from the first moment of my life - who I was, who I am and who I would be. Cut from a sappling of the yew tree I hum a proud song, I exhibit my beauty. On this fine work of art, there is no space for erosion. I refuse it. and yet, And Yet , AND YET You cling dearly to me. You multiply and conquer There is no room for the both of us. No room to breath or rejoice. There is no space, its you or me - and I choose me, I want me. You show no prejudice Your choice of tyranny has no boundries My mind, my bosom, my life giving uterus you are parasite, you are hardship. The bow gathers its strength The yew wood strains its limbs the string is pulled back, ready to spring. Ready to shoot forth missiles of mass happiness, These aim to help you understand. To help you, my loved ones , ...

what is going on with Usher and Trey songz? It seems the two are either copying eachother or writing very similar songs. I first noticed very obvious similarities in their music when, after Ushers "climax" was released Trey came out with "Heart attack", the lyrics were not very similar but the premise, video and  music were. Now we cannot ignore the 'coincidence'; Usher released "Dive " and Trey has come out with "Dive in" this time the only real difference in the two songs are their videos in that in Ushers video he and his lady-friend are on a boat in the sea and Trey is suppossedly caught in a love triangle in a house by a pool. Even the lyrics are soooooo similar with both crooners refffering to a part of the female anatomy being 'so wet' goodnesss!!! But of course you should be the judge of this foolery. Trey www.youtube.com/watch?v=BgQwX5bnsWA Or Usher www.youtube.com/watch?v=8XHU93f2L20

There are many obstacles that pounce upon the unsuspecting potential achiever, many of which are self-inflicted ( unfortunately ), this can be overcome. A lesson I am subtly taught every Monday and is long forgotten by Saturday morning. I have yet to keep in mind that this is a world of "do-ers" that not doing is against the trend and considered anti-social, I rather often remind myself that being genuine involves acting out of instinct and not prescription. It is this idea of your ideals being in conflict with what exists  outside of your 'world' that could be a possible hurdle in your journey of self-realisation. One must understand that without this conflict, one would not be an individual; not being as the status quot depicts should never be a bad thing. Be your own level of acceptable and excellent, as is popular to say "do you". The most simple solution that most of us were given by headmasters in Friday morning assembly speeches, or the word e...

We as Africans are not divided, we are just not united. We strive to be more western, more ‘international’ when it is our own customs and ideals that are and always will be our future and survival. It is with the help of the writers Mark Twain and Oscar Wilde that I will write this piece, this story that deserves to be told. The unassuming wise-words that have sprung from the mind of Mr.Twain and Wilde are what inspire the writer in me, but it is the African spirit and tenacity that fuel my aspirations. We start with Mr. Oscar Wilde who says, “The only duty we owe history is to rewrite It.”, a relevant statement at this point in the African journey.   For many African States it has been a hard and turmuilous journey to secure and maintain freedom, made even harder by external influences that have succeeded in fuelling conflicts within these newly formed states. From the eras of chieftaincies and kingdoms, Africans have been able to assimilate into and engulf other cultures wit...

For those of us who missed Street Cred this past weekend, you can catch the low down plus pictures on various student press sites and social network pages. @ujobserver and whatever Wits prints...got mad love for you wits.

Taking four steps forward then falling back twelve is a rite of passage that most adults go through. The wrong decision or bad move can define you or build you.

Although I realise that what I'm about to write is not what my philosophy lecturer intended for me to learn today, I can write it coz this is my blog. Deal. Let me first set the scene: the class sits noisily awaiting this terms lecturer wondering what he will look like, what will he teach us and will I fall asleep. He walks in - we don't realise it is him til he walks onto the podium and sets up - he is young-looking, sporting some jack parcels, worn jeans and a non-descript shirt. He is what I would percieve to be one who dresses for practical reasons only, already he has me smiling, from the second this man opens his mouth - no actualy, from his first sentence coz then my sentence wont make real sense - you can tell he is smart. And not the kind of smart that goes around saying its smart without real proof, no, neither he is the kind of smart that goes around saying big words either, he is just smart. He goes on  about perceptions, sense perceptions in relation to metap...

A tale foretold and remembered, Of flight and gold tipped feathers. Across the East these words have murmured, Have glided over peaks and over tree tops hovered. Have settled in hearths whenever summoned, Then bed farewell as Helios neared. Of dreams and myth this tale has been servant, Yet master of both; it's allure is like no other. The magic of replenished life, Resurrection- immortality- Rebirth from the bones of lifeless life. This tale I tell, in parts of four- From Cape, Cairo, Aryana, Rome, Hong Kong, Bangalore. A rich enfolding nighttime affair, The story of the worlds most imaginative beauty.

Untitled #12 Dancing on the green-green grass- Apple green. To be exact. Doused in tartar sauce, Magenta slurps across the tap, That spills the bright red liquid - Splash and gurgle - This tap unleashes, Quenching thirst of Gangrene floor and its own breeches. Fold and crumble; source of sauce stumbles, Down tap goes, its abundance consumed by the grass, Greedy green-green grass. Dancing on the wet, stained grass, Laughing as the earth inhales, Sauce and tap, Blood and body, Life unstrapped. Flailing hand of dancer embraces - Cold hard steele, Dipped in warmth, Stolen heat, Blood of body, Life unleashed. Dancing on the sullen bed, Sullied by a deadmans greed. Crying as the pain resists - Does not recede, It does persist, Does not give in, To the contagious euphoria of vengence. Emptied by ravenous tears, Your howls have left you, raw throated and sallow. Now, just as the one you retired, You lay emptied, e...

You cannot guess I prance around - No I dance, I explode! With every step, there is life. Full of Joy! You could attempt to assume, Try and guess, The secrete to my incessant joy. Perhaps I am oblivious to the world and its trappings. Perhaps I am a fool, A fool who has chosen a simple life, One that is, for me, Good. Without a visible source, I walk to my own beat, At times, a symphony; Music that rises and falls with every revelation of the day, I step outside to a world of colour of sight and sound. without my backtrack, I could never appreciate The wonder and simplicity That is life.

Sides War of the roses; Layed out on the battlefield, Love layed bare, Spread eagle, castrated, Harassed into submission, Eyes fixated on the sun. Blinded. War of the roses; Words,spite - The ammunition, the language, The currency. War of the roses; Strewn across the battlefield Decapitated red roses - Stems and buds- Wilted and Fresh- Testaments of a lengthily engagement. War for the roses; Love perishes between enemy lines. Never taken prisoner. Shot down in its prime. At the eve of self-realisation, Self-determination, Fruition, Forever stunted. All because we took to our sides.

Poetry  Picture it. Paint this picture, I'll paint what I see too, Lets take this image - Lets clash - Lets collide - Lets mix colours - Exchange brushes - Our strokes combined can illustrate the dizziest of vivid, The meanest of evil, The cheesiest of corny, The brightest of excellence. We'll salute our first Our most imaginative Most vivid image, In time. And then, on to the next A portrait of Love. Untitled Laughing at nothing in particular Smiling about everything Crying over anything Talking about our flaws Shouting in our minds never communicating sighing at questions too true to answer Building a weak foundation Living within  re-enforced walls Breaking the smothering folds that have kept our shards intact. This is what your love has meant to me. Let Us   Walk along this path with me Rest your shadow next to mine Let this be our everyday, every moment Let us always know, To whom it is we belong. we will not always frol...

I'm 'writing' songs as i take a bath and forgetting them as soon as I'm dressed so...to remedy that I'm going to record them while singing them and put up the finished product on twittermp3....opinions are welcom but really....Justlisten.

            VS Both are labelled as RnB artist, but I would disagree with that ; they are way more than that. These two talented artists are comparable to no other than each other as I believe they are the best, both men play guitar and Trey songz also plays the keyboard, lets compare 'em, shall we? Miguel Miguel Jontel Pimentel was heavily inspired by rock,soul and Micheal Jackson, just like many singers of his generation. He grew up singing and it would only be natural for him to pursue it as a career. He was signed to Jive records in 2007 after leaving Black Ice records over creative differences. Because of this, he would spend the next two years writing songs for artists such as Usher, Asher Roth and Musiq Soulchild before releasing his own debut album; "All I want is you" which gave the world a hit single of the same name featuring Jcole. Standout songs include, "lotus flower bomb" with Wale,"Sure t...

  I'm finally 21!!!! And to celebrate I wrote this poem. This day This day has come Its joys overflow Surely Into the next and every day after it. This appointed day of growth, The day wisdom is bestowed, Strength is multiplied, The day the threshold of womanhood is crossed. Thankful am I for this life That I am destined to live Thankful for This breath I take now, As my heart throbs from the emotion. Simply the thought of the fears I harboured Brings me to tears. How could i have doubted the power of faith, love and my own mothers strength?

             VS Be fore we compare these two new kids on the block, lets learn more about them, shall we? Both proteges of very popular superstars - Kanye West and Jay-Z - these two are very different from each other. Jcole Born Jermaine Lamar Cole, Jcole is a lyricist of note. He is signed to his mentors record label Roc Nation (2009). He has spawned hit songs such as " Can't get enough" featuring the sexy Trey Songz, "No body's Perfect" featuring the on-point and sexy Missy Elliot and "Work it" which I found offensive at first...the track is too good to stay mad at. Cole released his debut album in 2011 " Cole World: The sideline story" referring to his long awaited jump into the industry after being signed for two years and not releasing anything. His music focuses on the story and lyrics; the beat is secondary yet carries the hook beautifully. Honestly he's my favourite. http://www.jc...

A poem written during a philosophy lecture: The chair, once burdened with his bulk Sits idle now, seemingly twiddling its thumbs, The chair once new and gleaming - Glossy pine wood, proudly gleaming night and day, The new-new smell, it cast a spell, The flowers on lillie's bound to fore mentioned pine, The strength, the stability. The strong, the sturdy chair. The man who once laboured to extract himself from the deteriorating  chair, Now lays bedridden unable to even twiddle his thumbs. The man once young and strong - Glowing ebony skin, Strapped onto bulging life, Impatient life that hates to toil yet thrives in it, The jet black foliage that caresses his limbs and torso. The youth,the strength, The beauty, the poetry, That was the man. The man, the chair companions in life, Who now part in death. The chair, the man both worn and old now, Await the eye of the fates to turn on them, The chair, who's beauty can be refurbished Sighs as it is hoisted u...

<a href="http://www.stardoll.com/en/" target="_blank">dress up</a> In my first year I got hooked onto this site called Stardoll where you can create a doll and buy clothes and furniture for its doll house lol okay...okay so I'm still hooked coz its like practise for when I become fully independent

Last November, I stumbled upon hip hoppers on a mission to spread the word.....uhm....they were trying pretty hard.....So they have talent but lack the ingenuity to make their 'chillaz' a success. To be fair, I was told that these events were common knowledge within the community and so they did not see fit to market it or make even the smallest fuss over documenting the performances. This is where I sigh deeply and shake my head sadly, because it is unfortunate that such talent should be narrow minded. I got there a bit late and so only captured about two performances they were awesome.

    TCM plays the most beautiful classic movies such as Lawrence of Arabia and Girl Happy; yes I know the two are very different in that one is annoyingly  light and frothy and the other has political tones and racial subtext, but dangit both are good in their own respects. Girl Happy has really got me into this whole 'Elvis hype' I'm looking forward to seeing his other movies : Viva Las Vegas (1964), Change of Habit (1969) and King Creole (1958). Another Favourite of mine is Peter O'Toole, guy was HOTTT when he was younger, with the ginger hair and green eyes damn!!!! Well I love 'Lawrence of Arabia',' Becket' and 'The Ruling Class' and I cant wait for TCM to air those. And of course The IT man himself, Marlon Brando. The first time I ever saw this man act was in 'The Godfather', and he scared me. Then I saw him in 'A street car named desire' as part of my schooling at an art school and from that day on I've been a huge fa...

I love rainy weather, I like jumping and dancing around in the rain, I love walking in it without an umbrella....kissing in it isn't bad either - again without an umbrella - but this? ai ai ai ai ai ai ai....when I woke up it was raining, getting out of the house it was pouring, getting to school I got drenched,now I'm just thinking about getting home without being rained down on by gods tears...okay not Gods tears per say, perhaps they are just tears that fall from the sky...point is damnit! I'm not liking this rain....

Seems to me the more I walked around questioning everything the less whole I felt, even now as I embrace the idea of faith, I still feel empty and limited. I feel narrowminded and small. I used to believe it was those who pushed their own religion onto others who were narrowminded, don't get me wrong - they are - but they had a goal in life, a sense of knowing. religion and and their faith gave them something to look forward to and work towards for their whole lives. I would like that, 'cept, its not possible for me. To think of religion for me is to look on the clouds and marvel at their impossibility or watch a tree and breathe with it and marvel at its liveliness,its oldness,its complexity. That for me is spiritual, I am satisfied with this; I am content. I yearn for something now and I believe it is the wanting of community, to find others like myself. First I must me completely then.

We all need atleast one in our lifetime, that friend that laughs at you when you fall but is right there to pick you up and tell you to "watch where you're going next time", the friends I had in highschool were cool maaaaaaayne! And now that we have officially drifted it kinda reminds me why we were friends in the first place ; same kind of crazy x 5, and now we see others from our year have stuck together and kept their bonds...in my opinion every friendship will differ in life because we are not the same as people. imagine always doing something or making the same decision, even though it does not work for you, just because you assume it is the right thing to do...does not sound fun. This friendship is gonna last a while; no matter how far we drift we keep coming back.

Family is just fun man!!!! I dont know why I never saw this before but even when you are very angry with them or them with you, you still just love em to bits. This is my sister and my dad and my mom and I

My cousins daughter ( therefore my niece) is an aspiring model and has been invited to partake in an event in Bulgaria this May. She is awesome, still very much a child she is grounded and has moxy - which is a good combination - so chech her out and if you know of anyone  who can help make her dream come true pls do contact myself at Themzaporki@gmail.com or e-mail me and I will send you her mothers numbers. http://www.modelcup.co.za/memberProfile.php?idMember=4860

You never know what you are, who you are or where it is you belong until something comes along to test you, and these tests come in many forms. Theres always that one day where everything goes completely wrong but at the end of the day you can smile because for some strange corny reason you learned something from all the chaos, you wake up the next day with the biggest smile on your face. I wonder if that is confirmation of our insanity; learning stuff we might need in future from horrific events.

It ends Mon, 05/30/2011 - 21:59 — Kortez The end of an era, The dawn of eternity. What the stars cannot fathom is the brightness with which I shine, now. This new unchartered land does not mock or patronize, it lays open and inviting. It is by my own faith that this valley stretches out into a rich valley of lush, green life. It is by my sheer will that I have deduced the direction in which I must head. I crave no more, the mundaneness of uniformality. An individual of note, I now know who it is I want to be. Now, I am sure. I want to be the many me''s. The silent me, who shys away from attention. The boisterous me, who craves attention, needs excitement. The vengeful me, who can never be tamed. I am three, I am me, I am in short , an anomaly. So it ends, a new era ascends to take the place of the epoch that had consumed me. It ends now.

The situation ends. Mon, 05/30/2011 - 21:59 — Kortez My grasp on things has loosened, weakened. Visions of being in control have fast faded into the locked away parts of my mind. That first touch, hesitant and comprehensive Progressed into a passionate stronghold, that could never be reassured. I let go, once or twice,at your request. Not wanting to hold on to shards of you, of us After I''d squeezed the life out of you, of us And watched us crack,break, fall. We watch now as the space gets bigger. We smile, weakly now, as the strain sets in. we watch,we smile, we stare; we used to gaze and now we stare. we touch, we kiss, we fake laughter; we used to laugh hysterically, laugh carelessly not knowing that we would run out of joy. we.us.you.me. Plurals that were forged from singular beings; me and you Now we watch our birthed plural disintegrate into a solitary single. There is no why or how or when or who. There is no fixing this. There is no cure, no solution...

I don't arrive late on purpose, I don't really...but when I do and things don't go right because of someone else and not myself tjr it makes me so damn angry....like what the heck?!!!! Seriously not having a very good morning today but I guess thats how we learn to do better by avoiding idiots next time and waking up just ten minutes earlier or not getting a taxi from that specific place that morning argh...shoulda woulda coulda will not help me now....

Today I woke up in pain. Just had to say that, again to no-one in particular. But seriously today I heard something in passing; a really simple covnersation between a girl and a guy about a mis-shaped table that was placed in their kitchen.Lets call the guy Guy and the girl - well uhm obviously - Girl . This is how it went: Girl: - and it has scratch marks all over it,mxm, who sits so low in the kitchen anyways? Its Not - ! Guy: Its in the kitchen isn't it? Girl: Because you put it there - Guy: where is it? Girl: In the kitchen. Guy: So its a kitchen table. Girl: Mhm...its gonna be a dustbin table. (Thankyou Thembi for the translation) Simple and yet so profound, not so? The table which clearly was made to be in another room in the home has been placed in the kitchen, the guy seems to think its just fine in there and even belongs there while girl lacks imagination. I am born in South Africa,considering my skintone and bodyshape I was made to live in the con...