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"When are we gonna understand that we are put on earth to love?" Those are the words of Kendrick Lamar via a friend of mine on WhatsApp. (Authenticity not checked, so don't come here biting anybody's head; it's actually of lesser importance right now.) In just that one sentence, I felt like the world might just change, for the better? Looking at what's going on right now on earth; the frustration, depression, anguish, emptiness, lack, fear, confusion, the HATE. You can't argue that, maybe LOVE is the answer. You look at how beautYful things are when they're rooted in LOVE. Let's not talk about how it could all be "pretence", rather, doesn't that say, "We also want this beautYful thing we pretend to have"? Look at contentment. Isn't it all LOVE? Look at laughter. Isn't it all LOVE? Look at giving, appreciation, acceptance, acknowledgment, non-judgment, non-prejudice, all these beautYful things we are afraid to do....

Should Matric Dances fall? I mean, it's the era of the hashtag and with that, the public can break down as much as they can build up anything. First of all, I adore the inter-faces behind hashtags, the bravery and the exercise of 'this' freedom of expression, I really do. But, can we please not overshadow and overlook the people who are actually doing something? The people on the ground getting their hands dirty? I'm speaking of the Dineo Ranaka's who rock up on doorsteps at 10pm to reinforce the Gospel they preach. Sure, we have our Kuli Roberts' who've been here for over 400 years and can sponsor Matric Dance Nights worth R67000. And, how can we not come back to our senses (if it isn't at all nonsense) when the Shaka Sisulu's of Afrika Borwa remind us of the Educational Crisis the Future is facing, remember how #FeesAlmostFell? Somebody's Future actually costs R67000, more or less, and they can't afford it. I won't decide if #MatricDa...

Hitchhiking from my Grandma's (my first home) to my 'actual' home (my Mom's), I got a ride from one Intoxicated Crew of three grown men. I wanna say, drunk, but to be nice I'll reserve my favourite word for another time. I was inspired, somehow. You know how they say drunk (oops!) people are the most honest? Lies! Drunk people are the the most alive. Okay, maybe not. There is this level of Spirituality that Intoxication takes people to, helps people reach. When people are high on whatever substance(tangible and/or intangible), they are at their best, or worst. They come in contact with the contentment of Self realisation, acceptance. And, to those of us who are there, we know that that is where power and everything Self, lies. I realised today, and maybe subconsciously before, that we become our 'better' Self-s when we have a driving agent, something that stirs our souls, redefines our being, and causes us to act - accordingly. Yes, one might argue that int...