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Robert Mangaliso Sobukwe We do not receive   wisdom , we must discover it for ourselves, after a journey through the wilderness which no one else can make for us, which no one can spare us, for our   wisdom   is the point of view from which we come at last to regard the world. Marcel Proust We are here to do; and through doing to learn; and through learning to know; and through k nowing to experience wonder; and through wonder to attain   wisdom ; and through   wisdom   to find simplicity; and through simplicity to give a ttention; and through attention to see what needs to be done. From the 'Pirke Avot' Dearest Reader, My last blog was quite the read I am sure. I don't know who said this, but I think it is something from a Dr.  Seuss book where it says, "Those who mind do not matter, and those who matter do not mind...", and like a tight formula, it worked out that way. My friends, of all race...

Dearest Reader, I have been thinking about racism lately. I have also been thinking about my naivety of thinking that I could live in a world where all cultures celebrated their differences without it causing problems. I pretty much have love for all people. I don't concern myself with people's cultures as a source of conflict because intrinsically, I know better. The problem though is that, my culture and ethnicity has been a concern for many people, and it has also been a source of many of their mental conflict, negativity and perversions. I am a "victim" of being viewed by many ethnic groups and cultures as being an exception among an inferior, base and uncultured race. This is especially directed to white Africans in this case, but Indians, mixed-race people and other cultures do have that inclination to view me, a black person, and say "Yeah, this one is alright" as if I am a pet in a menagerie, as if it is a surprise that my race and my ance...

Luna =Moon. Lunatic = Moonlike. That is all.  Dearest Reader, I was about to sleep. I had my barely there crop top on, I had my earplugs on, and I was gulping on some water when I asked myself, "What would people remember you for when you are long gone?" and the first answer is always that cynical side of mine which said, "They'll remember you for being a crazy heifer, is what." And then I laughed. Then I mused about it all, and yes, I am crazy but I am not the craziest. As a matter of fact, I am the healthy crazy type, the one that still expresses it, not the ones who are just waiting for you..., waiting for you to say something wrong, do something wrong before they shoot you, pour hot porridge on your ass while you sleep, or worse, waiting to slit their wrists, take that overdose, or whatever fatal action to avoid the pain, humiliation, and whatever else that's driving us crazy in general. What do I do when I lose it? I write. I cry. I bitch and...

Dearest Reader, Puta! This is one of those blogs that people might ask, "Does she not have people to tell her to fall back?" or "Does she not have friends, or people who care around her to tell her not to post such on the internet?" Well, I guess not, because here I am, about to post this because I have tried to talk to all people that I have at my disposal and they have lives to live. The best bet would be to have a shrink on call, but I don't have one of those. *maybe I need a shrink* Seriously, I have not felt this frustrated in a long time. I have to express this venom inside one way or another. I need to purge. I could write a song about it but god, these people aint worth a song. I can go on pointing fingers at people all I want as well, but once a pattern arises, it becomes my problem because it means that I am attracting the same experiences to me. The question is why? Okay, let's start by explaining exactly what I am attracting before ...