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Sit and Toast

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I refuse to sit and toast,
While they stand to boast of how they freed us.
Meanwhile our souls still bear the pain,
From these economical chains,
From which they never liberated us.

I refuse to sit and toast,
While they stand to boast of how the feed us.
With these B.E.E deals that serve the elite,
And these social grants that only guarantee them a new generation of slaves.
We need to remember that he who feeds you controls you.

I dare not sit and toast,
To these so called “new town” where even the town clown gets to make a bit of money,
Even if he is not funny.
Sad thing is, not even Mandela could help bridge the gap between the poor and the rich,
Even if he is on the money.

I refuse to sit and toast,
While another youth’s future is trampled upon,
Just because they felt it would be a waist,
To build more places to educate,
So now poor youths have to toe the line,
While society programmes their minds,
Cause this is a place where one comes to learn that;
If you want to make it in life,
You have to be willing to step all over each other.

I refuse to sit and toast,
While they stand to gloat,
As their stomachs continue to bloat,
Cause like glutinous pigs they feast,
While the poor have to plead,
For their piece of the pie,
And everyone looks for hope beyond the sky,
Cause they did say that they shall rule until Jesus returns….
So lets all toast to that.

Mpho Khosi

Featured Poem:

Ek Bedoel Nie Om The Kla Nie

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Ek bedoel nie on te kla nie,
Maar, julle begin nou om julle-self soos kafirs te dra.
Dit is soos ons voorheen gesê het.
All you good for,
Is to drink, dance and make lots of noise,
Marry many wives, have sex and make lots of babies.
Just look at yourselves,
You have brought to life our prophecy;
Ons het mos gesê,
You cannot rule yourselves,
You are a symbol of poverty,
The bottom feeders of humanity,
Creatures of opportunity,
And like the rats that run riot in your townships,
You would rather step over each other to get to what you want,
Than work with each other to build towards what you need.
You are a disgrace of a race,
A lazy, mentally inferior peoples.
Allowing you to rule,
Is like letting the monkeys run the zoo,
Maar, julle is erge as di diere,
you rape your own young,
And abuse your own women.
Just look at what you have done to our once beautiful Johannesburg,
You have prostituted with her,
And now she stands as a squatter camp,
A refuge to pimps, drug lords and net my here weet.
She has become a waist land,
Even kak op sy straat bear witness to that.
Then you wonder why we didn’t want you to procreate,
Your offspring; they are monsters like the seeds from which they fell,
Constantly high,
Just to try and forget that their mothers were prostitutes,
And their fathers drunkards.
You see,
You are only a tool to be used like a spade,
Useless without your master’s guiding hand.

But your leaders,
Julle luiers was studente van ons,
They have learnt well from the masters,
And now they themselves have become monsters,
The art of instilling fear they have mastered,
Having seen what we had done to Sophia-town,
They send in “Red Ants” to tear your homes down,
And with these so-called “Maberete”
They are slowly implementing a curfew now.
Then to soften you up,
They throw food parcels at your doors.
And remind you how they won freedom for you.
Places to educate; they will never build.
instead shebeens and churches pop up at every street and every neighbourhood.
They would rather keep you indoctrinated and intoxicated,
Unbeknown to them; They simply carry on our legacy.
Why should they invest in a nation of “clever blacks”,
While you serve them well as their puppets.
Black pride my foot.
I am being sincere in saying,
This is no complaint,
Maar julle begin nou om julle selfs soos kafirs te dra.

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Biography

Scribe, Poet, Author, Story Teller and Father.

Born on the 11th of July 1982, a product of Wattville in Benoni to start school and that is where he discovered his love for poetry.

Mpho co-published a poetry and art anthology with Frank Lekwana “PORTRAITS OF PROPAGANDA”; as a test to see if the two could self-publish. In 2011 After a 5 year break he returned to poetry and mid year in 2011 he put his words to the test on the Word N Sound stage, he emerged as one of the top ten performers with poems such as ”Encounter with love” and “I refuse”, these would also appear in his anthology “QUIETLYloud” in the same year. He also performed at the first Word N Sound festival and also went to perform in Swaziland, State Theatre in Pretoria, Durban. He also performed at different slam competitions and open mic events.

In 2012/2013 Mpho Khosi has performed on different stages, from performing at the Words Up event hosted by Linda Gabriel and the Goethe institute at the King Kong Theatre. He was recently invited to be part of the Read-a-thon and Literacy Celebration week hosted by the Ekurhuleni library. He also took part in the first ever “Slam For Your Life” event; where he went up against 5 of the current hottest poetry slammers in Johannesburg.

He is a mentor for up and coming Poets from around Westonaria High Schools, giving back to them and tutoring them, while they are also teaching him a thing ot two. He has also been a part of the DoGoodInc, which deals in giving back to the community, by donating books and other reading material.

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@Ralentswe (twitter)
Ralentswe (instagram)
Facebook/MphoKhosi

Mpho Khosi

Biography

Scribe, Poet, Author, Story Teller and Father.

Born on the 11th of July 1982, a product of Wattville in Benoni to start school and that is where he discovered his love for poetry.

Mpho co-published a poetry and art anthology with Frank Lekwana “PORTRAITS OF PROPAGANDA”; as a test to see if the two could self-publish. In 2011 After a 5 year break he returned to poetry and mid year in 2011 he put his words to the test on the Word N Sound stage, he emerged as one of the top ten performers with poems such as ”Encounter with love” and “I refuse”, these would also appear in his anthology “QUIETLYloud” in the same year. He also performed at the first Word N Sound festival and also went to perform in Swaziland, State Theatre in Pretoria, Durban. He also performed at different slam competitions and open mic events.

In 2012/2013 Mpho Khosi has performed on different stages, from performing at the Words Up event hosted by Linda Gabriel and the Goethe institute at the King Kong Theatre. He was recently invited to be part of the Read-a-thon and Literacy Celebration week hosted by the Ekurhuleni library. He also took part in the first ever “Slam For Your Life” event; where he went up against 5 of the current hottest poetry slammers in Johannesburg.

He is a mentor for up and coming Poets from around Westonaria High Schools, giving back to them and tutoring them, while they are also teaching him a thing ot two. He has also been a part of the DoGoodInc, which deals in giving back to the community, by donating books and other reading material.

Social activity
@Ralentswe (twitter)
Ralentswe (instagram)
Facebook/MphoKhosi

Sit and Toast

Enlarge poem

I refuse to sit and toast,
While they stand to boast of how they freed us.
Meanwhile our souls still bear the pain,
From these economical chains,
From which they never liberated us.

I refuse to sit and toast,
While they stand to boast of how the feed us.
With these B.E.E deals that serve the elite,
And these social grants that only guarantee them a new generation of slaves.
We need to remember that he who feeds you controls you.

I dare not sit and toast,
To these so called “new town” where even the town clown gets to make a bit of money,
Even if he is not funny.
Sad thing is, not even Mandela could help bridge the gap between the poor and the rich,
Even if he is on the money.

I refuse to sit and toast,
While another youth’s future is trampled upon,
Just because they felt it would be a waist,
To build more places to educate,
So now poor youths have to toe the line,
While society programmes their minds,
Cause this is a place where one comes to learn that;
If you want to make it in life,
You have to be willing to step all over each other.

I refuse to sit and toast,
While they stand to gloat,
As their stomachs continue to bloat,
Cause like glutinous pigs they feast,
While the poor have to plead,
For their piece of the pie,
And everyone looks for hope beyond the sky,
Cause they did say that they shall rule until Jesus returns….
So lets all toast to that.

Featured Poem:

Ek Bedoel Nie Om The Kla Nie

Enlarge poem

Ek bedoel nie on te kla nie,
Maar, julle begin nou om julle-self soos kafirs te dra.
Dit is soos ons voorheen gesê het.
All you good for,
Is to drink, dance and make lots of noise,
Marry many wives, have sex and make lots of babies.
Just look at yourselves,
You have brought to life our prophecy;
Ons het mos gesê,
You cannot rule yourselves,
You are a symbol of poverty,
The bottom feeders of humanity,
Creatures of opportunity,
And like the rats that run riot in your townships,
You would rather step over each other to get to what you want,
Than work with each other to build towards what you need.
You are a disgrace of a race,
A lazy, mentally inferior peoples.
Allowing you to rule,
Is like letting the monkeys run the zoo,
Maar, julle is erge as di diere,
you rape your own young,
And abuse your own women.
Just look at what you have done to our once beautiful Johannesburg,
You have prostituted with her,
And now she stands as a squatter camp,
A refuge to pimps, drug lords and net my here weet.
She has become a waist land,
Even kak op sy straat bear witness to that.
Then you wonder why we didn’t want you to procreate,
Your offspring; they are monsters like the seeds from which they fell,
Constantly high,
Just to try and forget that their mothers were prostitutes,
And their fathers drunkards.
You see,
You are only a tool to be used like a spade,
Useless without your master’s guiding hand.

But your leaders,
Julle luiers was studente van ons,
They have learnt well from the masters,
And now they themselves have become monsters,
The art of instilling fear they have mastered,
Having seen what we had done to Sophia-town,
They send in “Red Ants” to tear your homes down,
And with these so-called “Maberete”
They are slowly implementing a curfew now.
Then to soften you up,
They throw food parcels at your doors.
And remind you how they won freedom for you.
Places to educate; they will never build.
instead shebeens and churches pop up at every street and every neighbourhood.
They would rather keep you indoctrinated and intoxicated,
Unbeknown to them; They simply carry on our legacy.
Why should they invest in a nation of “clever blacks”,
While you serve them well as their puppets.
Black pride my foot.
I am being sincere in saying,
This is no complaint,
Maar julle begin nou om julle selfs soos kafirs te dra.

How does this featured poem make you feel?

  • Amazement (0)
  • Pride (0)
  • Optimism (0)
  • Anger (0)
  • Delight (0)
  • Inspiration (0)
  • Reflection (0)
  • Captivation (1)
  • Peace (0)
  • Amusement (0)
  • Sorrow (0)
  • Vigour (0)
  • Hope (0)
  • Sadness (0)
  • Fear (0)
  • Jubilation (0)

Sit and Toast

Enlarge poem

I refuse to sit and toast,
While they stand to boast of how they freed us.
Meanwhile our souls still bear the pain,
From these economical chains,
From which they never liberated us.

I refuse to sit and toast,
While they stand to boast of how the feed us.
With these B.E.E deals that serve the elite,
And these social grants that only guarantee them a new generation of slaves.
We need to remember that he who feeds you controls you.

I dare not sit and toast,
To these so called “new town” where even the town clown gets to make a bit of money,
Even if he is not funny.
Sad thing is, not even Mandela could help bridge the gap between the poor and the rich,
Even if he is on the money.

I refuse to sit and toast,
While another youth’s future is trampled upon,
Just because they felt it would be a waist,
To build more places to educate,
So now poor youths have to toe the line,
While society programmes their minds,
Cause this is a place where one comes to learn that;
If you want to make it in life,
You have to be willing to step all over each other.

I refuse to sit and toast,
While they stand to gloat,
As their stomachs continue to bloat,
Cause like glutinous pigs they feast,
While the poor have to plead,
For their piece of the pie,
And everyone looks for hope beyond the sky,
Cause they did say that they shall rule until Jesus returns….
So lets all toast to that.

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