Bridled Disclosure...

Let's write together
Tell a story that rights forever
Could we cite our treasures?
Show how humans could unite their pleasures

Let's bite the tether
Tell of glory that sights endeavors
Could we?
Despite the weather,
show how people should recite their measures

A conversation read by us:
Where Time has had it as a must
Creating versions of self trust
Of both transistor and the mast,
Is worthwhile a lesson
A birthright blessing
To reach and teach
the few who meet
this old school greet

Less about history memes;
back love schemes
More to complete ancient dynasties:

Scholarship of listen to learn
Class of hear to discern
Course on heal to care
Study of mend to grow
A tutorial in acceptance
Test of humility
Research of composure
Textbook on patience
Chapter on contrition
Lesson on honesty
Exercise in reflection
Note to Soul of Smith
Summary of duality

Let's life together.

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The Kaizer Chiefs Cake Ruse

So it was my father's sixtieth birthday on Sunday. For this very momentous occasion, my aunts and cousins decided to organize and host a befday party for lethaima, at my late grandmothers abode, in the small village of Mogogelo, Hammanskraal: A place that, for me, always conjures up fond childhood memories. I remember, shuttling about three or four twenty-five-liter bottles in a wheelbarrow to the nearest borehole or communal fountain for the coming days' chores. The trips were always filled with "unscheduled" stops; flirting with girls, arguing about whose turn it was to push (or pull), soliciting extra "company" for the long and arduous journey – okay, okay, they were more like our little slaves.  Still, their reward was always laughter, friendship and love. 

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