Verbal Craft

Make no mistake, my fight is not against any race
I don't fight the whites, Chinese or Indians
My fight is against the circumstances my race faces
I don't fight to change history, it is a record of things gone by
I fight to write the history of my time and it will be written
With sweat and blood if need be, but it will be written

I will fight until the mind of the black man is set free
I will fight until my brothers and sisters who work in the filling stations are free.
Until they stop rushing to help a white man who has just arrived when we been waiting for 30 minutes
I will fight until the workers in our banks and post offices tell the white man that he too needs to wait his turn in the queue.

Don't expect me to fight like Martin Luther, Mandela or Malcolm X.
My fight is informed. I saw how they fought and what you did to them.
My fight is different. It is informed and fueled by time spent reading. Reading the history you wrote; Of the massacres unpublished. The things you wanted to hide.

My fight is not borne out of anger, but the need to see my race survive. A longing for dignity and respect. My fight is borne out of a sense of belonging, a moral stand that rests on the fact that we never brought anyone to our continent. Unlike Mandela I don't believe that Africa belongs to all who live in it. I believe Africa belongs to the Africans. Unlike Mugabe I will not chase you out: But I refuse to live like a guest on the land where I originate.

My conscience refuses to submit to your doctrine. Your doctrine is concerned when we speak out but did very little when we were oppressed. I believe in the God who loves Africa too. The God who commands us to love all man. I love you, but I refuse to let you oppress me. I don't hate you because hatred weakens but love give me strength. Strength to tell you when you are wrong. Strength to stand up and fight; not fight you but fight for my people.

Yeah you can go ahead and call me racist. It does not bother me much. My race has been called worse. We survived when we were called kaffir; We survived when we were called negro. The name calling does not start now. I know who I am. I am an African who refuses to be intimidated.

Live alongside me with the knowledge that I am a man at war. Not against you but against the circumstances facing my race.

Our faith is helped by knowledge that God has our best interest at heart. So one way or the other we keep holding on to him even when we do not uderstand. So we praise him in our hard times. We dont allow sorrow to overpower us. We constantly teach our hearts the reality of his supremacy, grooming within ourselves a will to submit. Our prayer is relentless "Teach us your will Lord and give us the grace to always say YES LORD"



Mothusi Bojosi (July 2013)

Should you go before me

Should you go before me
Surely I would cry my heart out
Thinking of the times u bailed me out
Of moments you held me up
Surely I would miss you

Should you go before me
I will tell your story
Of the things you liked
And all that you loathed
I will tell of your love for music
A passion in which you indulged

Should you go before me
I will speak of your kind heart
Your constant smile and warm eyes
And the polite way you always greeted

Should you go before me
I will remember the times we had
The fun and laughter we shared
The nights we spoke and shared
Till the wee hours of the morning

Should you go before me
I will remember your secrets I am keeping
I will remember mine the you went with
I will remember your weaknesses
I will remember mined you helped with

Should you go before me
Look back and see my hand waving
When you get there stay waiting
For surely I am coming after you
For if there is a heaven up there
That is the place for people as you

Should you go before me
I would have lost a true friend