What are you afraid of???

So I'm going to write my last exam tomorrow and on Friday I head back home. Very exciting! Can't wait to meet my brother !
Well, I might not miss school but I'll miss something’s about it, like the internet...and the chips! Ha-ha!

Last night I performed one of the songs-first times by the script! To my commune mates it meant a lot to me- since I watch the movie if only I had the idea but I guess I AM AFRAID of failure once again! Last year I had so many plans especially about my talents and so on but only a 1/4 came true, mostly because of the people, environment and so on...and yes myself too!

So I had been feeling less because I don't wanna feel that disappointment again- that's why performing that song last night meant so much to me because it meant, try again.

What are you afraid of? Failure or Success? Is that why you keeping all to you...

Every time I tell people about my talent, they wish to be me...that am why I should use them!

Thursday we are having a talent show at the house, so I'll perform. That would be a proud moment!

Next time we chat, I'll be home!

THE ARGUE TO FEEL

Feelings control the way we live our lives and our environments. The music, clothes, language can be recognition of how one feels and behaves.
In 2009 December I unfortunately lost both my grandparents within two weeks. Just losing my grandpa was pain of its’ own, but a week later my grand mom died. It was worse. The sadder thing was that I couldn’t cry. I had to cry when I realized that I couldn’t cry.
A few months later I got more and more ‘emotionless’. I was. I couldn’t cry or laugh. All I did was pretend!
Until one time I had a chat with a friend of mine. I cried after three months of no emotions. I could say that without that moment, many things in my life could have gone wrong. She told me to be free and to try out new things in my routines. I did –and it did work.
Being emotionless or emotionful could cause deep troubles in our lives and love ones. Some end up falling into unnecessary relationships, self-cutting, drugs and even suicidal thoughts. I’m sure that this haunt we as some points of our lives and we only need to escape from them.
It is very important for us to recognize what make us feel any type of bad emotion; the things that make us rebel, sad, angry, bored, outdriven-what does that to you? Is there any way to escape it? How?
It might seem irrelevant to overcome your fears so to be emotion-free, but it is actually so important. The first ‘good’ emotion you will get is-m self-pride and confidence! Once you have that, you’ll be able to feel. You should hold your good friends and family by your side as they the people who’ll help lift you up!

Gangsters and serial killers come out from being emotionless. They become without emotion to have to kill. The best way to heal this is to find the cause so that we can try to hide away from the cause again.
Feelings are to be felt, we should not hide away from them. We should feel them no matter how good or bad they are and then get help if they are not good for us.

YOUR ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS SHOULD MATCH YOUR ACTIONS.

This is Jaime Lewis from my book; THe one that got away, you can read it on Wattpad!!!!!!!!!!

This is the pick to the story: 16 and behind the Trigger

LET YOUR HAIR DOWN

Well, you do not need long hair to do this. HEhe, even with short hair like me, you can let your hair down. That means be free to life!

It starts with little things when letting life in your veins. Counting your blessings. Using what you have , like the gifts and talents, nothing beats the feeling of being praised for your gift or talent. So let us see what you have got.

So , the other day I went to the internet cafe to find out things I can do before I could turn 18. Yep, they are really funny, immature,nice and amazing things to do. Like going to a place you've never been too. Drinking an uncooked egg. Pranking you parents or siblings. Going out with friends. My personal favourite was of painting your room with different colors and getting a Drivers learners!Well the list is endless.
I've done a few and already I feel better, happier and even more out going. It is a part of letting your hair down.

Sometimes it the people we spend time with who keep us locked in our souls, abilities and they swallow our energy to life. Onething I like about letting your hair down is the EXPERIENCE! Nothing beats doing somethjing for the very first time!Something you fear. Like Most of people are afraid of heights, water and speed- Try that out! And those little things like talking in crowds, love,playing and even freedom!
Remember it all a step at a time and can lead you to Break free. It is better to know than to hear how it is done-

Letting your hair also include helping , showing Ubuntu-It feeds your soul , right? One time if you on a taxi , pay for someone next to you. Tie someones' shoes and spill a joke. At the end of the day , you are happy and the other person too!

God gave us the power to all. If we sqeeze ourselves to daily routines we will end up being the most boring generation, which only lived to the normal. A full circle is 360 degrees- Don't live a 180 degrees life!

Experience a little!

YOUR ACTIONS SHOULD MATCH YOUR ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS!

>NO MORE POETRY

No one wants to publish us
no shows for us
poetry was doing it all
Leaving no part of you
And ignoring all Rules
By implementing Laws of Freedom
but our Rights of Freedom are
minimised.
We were told to write only one page
four introdutry line
a Problem and a Solution
but
I Write poems to dish out my troubles.

I WILL no longer write poems
i will No longer ink you poems becoz
you act as if it's a test
I will Write poems for the next century
I know they will appreciate it.
I BET it was the same for Shakespear.

Next century I'll be not searching for YOU publishers-
You'l be begging on my grave
No more poetry 21st century
I'l laminate my papers and put them on a little iron house
next century they will find it
Il be All i eva wanted

Note,
they will find out that i was a believer-
they will find out my gift
my gift of analysing Love
yes-WHAT YOU FAILED TO DO.

No more Poetry you
You had let me down
you made Freedom be ruled by money
do I Blame u
you wanted to put Bread ön your table
but me
I wanted your clap,understanding and knowing
I wanted to use the
Gift God Gave Me.
No more me writing cover letters and pleas
I'l perfome a glimbse you AUDIENCE
Becoz atleast you wanna hear
some of you-
But I know,
only a Few got to read this far
Bare with me
if not
No More Poetry for you

but I'm certain-
the next generation
will name me a Hero!

. . . . . LEE egan

Visitations from Higher Education!

We were fortunate enough to get inspiration more than four times during our first term from various educational institutions!
I personally think this kind of sessions should be given as early as grade eleven, this leads to my confession of saying: Grade 11 is the most important grade of your high school life because it literally is the gateway to tertiary. Grade 12 is important too, it is the proof of your 12 years in school!
This is what you should be getting in grade eleven to have more chances of being accepted in University. I’ll
Take the major courses.
Course
Required subjects levels points
Science and Medicine Physics, L.S, Maths. 5-7 30>
Commerce Acc, Maths/lit. 5-7 30>
IT and computers Physc,Maths 4-7 31>
Humanities Math/lit,Eng 4-7 26>

To calculate your points, you add your levels /codes
Of all the subjects (1-7).
It is advisable that you don’t aim for the minimum points required but just a little bit more!
Information we’ve given is only a summary, so it better to also do more research on the field you want. Make sure you choose what you really want! Lastly Enjoy!

4.Awadumale amadili.

4.Awadumale amadili.

Kuqala ngokududana kokudideka
Kulandele indelelo edumazayo.
Kudede amathemba namaphupho.
Imindeni ibenokudumala, Ithandaze kuMdali
Kepha kulokhu kubuyile ukudima
Kweliozoqhamuka.

Asale eyedwa edangele
Kudidizela enqondweni
Efuna amacebo okuzidambisa
Masekukade agcina loludumo
Athathe, ayeke udadewethu
Ngethemba lokuthi kuzolunga
Sihambe isikhathi.
Umndeni udikibale
Aphelelwe amacebo
Azidicilele phansi echibeni lendelelo!

Yeka lelobhodlela
Esliphenduke ozankosi
eseliphenduke
Isisu esikhulayo!

Awe- Bakwethu ,
Kuyoba nini sivumabesidida
Ngemijovo nangemithi namaphilisi?
Esenza sikhohlwe umzuzu
Kepha silahlekelwe impilo!
Awadumale amadili obumnyama
Bezidakamizwa!

L. Tshabalala

Nick Jones : Exploited .................The first book of the longest series of books I've written

Would you read it?

Chapter 1



“Hhu!” Nick exhaled simultaneously as the school bell. Thank God it was Friday. Schools has only opened for a week but like many Nick also wished it was the last day of term. He was just exhausted, to be in junior high was enough for him. He couldn’t wait for the following year and hit high school hard! He was thinking again as he stood outside his class.
His heart pounded as he caught Anne’s eyes. Anne has become more gorgeous since they began dating last week after being friends forever.

“You look exhausted.” Anne preserved. “Well, I’m tired of going to school.” He said putting his bag on the right position before Anne could correct him.
“True that!” Anne encouraged. The two had less to say to each other since they are now almost always together. They walked to the gate rather slowly as they listened to the other group of learners in front of them talking about the latest songs.
‘Hey lovebirds!” Jaime said as he came between them and put both of them under his arms. He seemed to be on his high spirit.

“What’s up?” Nick knew something was going on.
“I got an invite!” he grinned at both his friends.
“What invite?” Anne opened her eyes. “The best party soul- Derek!”
Anne’s face fell. She was reminded of all that had happened. Nick just got angry, how could Jaime bring that name up- How could he even want to go to Derek’s party after what he had done to Anne!
“Did you accept it?” Nick was concerned.
“Like hell I wouldn’t…you two can also come if you want to…you see Anne it time to show him that you are really over him!”
Is she? Nick thought as he glanced at Anne from Jaime’s chest.
“Sorry but we are not going…that’s just stupid and childish.” Nick said as the three sat on the bench, waiting for the school bus.
“Or Anne you want to go?” Nick asked. Anne opened her mouth to talk but for seconds nothing hit her mind.
“Well…um-no if you don’t want us to go than we won’t!”
Nick got confused by that. He really cared about Anne so he wanted to help her in whatever she wanted after Derek dumped her three weeks back. Nick became the one to be there for her, leading to their last week chat,
“You know Nick, you’ve really been a true friend to me…I really do appreciate it.” Anne had said last Sunday when they were sitting at the park. Nick had blushed and said. “Oh…I know you deserve better than Derek and you know I hate seeing you hurt, I care about you!” Nick had smiled. Anne had looked inside Nick’s dark eyes and said that , suddenly Nick realized that they were an inch away from each other’s lips….that is why the laws of attraction forced them to plant a tender kiss on each other’s lips. Nick’s mind got stuck on that kiss that he did not see his dad’s car.
“Stop dreaming already!” Jaime waved his hand across Nick’s face. Nick jumped up. “Oh guys see you when I do!” He ran to the car. He had forgotten that his Dad had promised to take them to a short road trip during the weekend as he was busy all winter holidays.
He threw himself on the back seat where his siblings were sitting; the parents were in the front.
Nick suddenly realized that he had left Anne unkissed, and this was not the first time he had forgotten! He pinched his arm.

“Good day to you too Nick!” Mom said with a smile. “Uh- sorry. Hello everyone!”
“Hi!” They chanted. Dad drove to the their nearest restaurant. Desires Restaurant. They all enjoyed the food there.
Three of the Jones off springs were still on their uniform while Mr. and Mrs. Jones were still on their professions outfits. Mrs. Jones was well known policewoman while Mr. Jones was a vibrant lawyer who worked around the country.
When they got to the restaurant Kayla ran to the five chaired table. “Our booth!” The waitress had recognized them.
Conversations passed around the table as they were enjoying their lunch but Nick was thinking how things had changed between him and Anne and Jaime. Jaime was the only one who was as happy while he and Anne seemed sad. How come? He asked himself.

Things have really changed, he thought. Anne used to be the cheerleader of him and Jaime but suddenly that had been Jaime’s job and Nick what was his job? To love Anne? Ever since the week began he had only been stressed….stressed.
“What about you Nick?” Dad asked. He went blank. What question was asked, he tried to think what could had been asked but it didn’t help.
“How was your day?” Everyone looked at him. “Boring!” He said. “Well things do change. Nick with a boring Friday!” Mom was right. Nick has always had exuberant Fridays, usually he would play a soccer match at school but only today he wanted to sleep.

Finally they got home, Nick ran to his bedroom to change his uniform, he than decided to call Anne.
“Hey!” He tried to be on a high spirit. “I’m sorry Anne went out,” Nick overlapped. “Out? Where?”
“Uh- She’s sleeping over her friend’s house!”
“Oh…Okay!” Nick hung up.
That did confuse him. Anne and a sleep over? Firstly Anne have no female friend…Thoughts danced around his head until it was hard for a thirteen year old to take it, so he went down stairs to be with his family.
“I have something to show you!” Nine year old Kayla said after dinner, everyone seemed to be interested including Nick , especially Nick!
Kayla ran to the study room for a few seconds, leaving everyone in the dinning room mute. “Okay, everybody join me!” Her voice called, they all walked to her.
“Wow!” Everyone sang with amazement.
“So what do you think?” Kayla asked her family.
“It amazingly superb.” Sixteen year old Matt gasped.
“It’s great darling!” Mom smiled. “Kaya you are so talented!” Nick said as he put his fingers on Kayla’s hair. But Dad said nothing. Matt glanced at him. He was literally crying!
“Dad, are you okay?” The Jones spotlight went straight to Mr. Jones..
“I…mmm- so touched about Kayla’s talent.” Everyone knew the story already. Mr. Jones Mom was also a talented painter who was only discovered by the world on her fifties, so Mr. Jones was jubilant to see his daughter coming out as early as nine years old.

“Uh honey!” Mrs. Jones smiled putting her hand around his shoulder.
“Thank you everyone. These are my ten serious paints!” Kayla was over the moon. For the next hour or so they were interrogating Kayla’s paint collection. Nick even forgot about his new girlfriend!

A poem by my MOM

IMPILO YAMI LE

IMPILO YAMI LE

HA: IMPILO YAMI LEN

IKUSASA LAMI LIKIMI

IMPELA LISEZANDLENI ZAMI

AKUNADAKAMIZWA

ZANGENA LA

UMZIMBA WAMI LO

PHANSI NGE WUNGA PHANSI:



PHELA UNGANGIHOLELA OPHATHE

WENA ZIDAKAMIZWA


NGIZITHUKE SENGINENGCIWANE

NGIZITHOLE SENGINONGIYOSHO EKHAYA



NGINISABISA OKWENYOKA

NINA ZIDAKAMIZWA

NINA NGCULAZA

NINA NGIYOSHO EKHAYA

NISIBULALELA INTSHA YETHU

IKUSASA LETHU



ANISASITHOLANGA

NISHWEBILE


IMPILO YAMI LE

IKUSASA LAMI LIKIMI

IMPELA LISEZANDLENI ZAMI


IBHALWE NGU

P. S TSHABALALA

HOW TO SURVIVE HIGH SCHOOL

HOW TO SURVIVE HIGH SCHOOL
By Lindelwa Tshabalala

Beginning high school seems to be one of the most
challenging experiences for all freshmen since it a new world,
or so they say? High school is all about making choices; it prepares
you for collage or better yet, life!
First of all, to all you nervous grade eight learners…take a deep
breath this is not a court session but a place which elevates you
to either manhood or womanhood! A place for change and its up to you
to change for good or bad!
These are five important points to know during the next five
years of your high school years.

Friends: You can’t choose your family Members but you can
defiantly choose
Friends. In high school having the right friends is highly
important so try by all means to ‘scheme’ good people, you
don’t Necessary need to share hobbies with them but as long
as you feel free supported and loved. That’s it!
School: It won’t be the same as primary school , there is lot
of work
as the grades grow but try not to be not too serious because more
challenging grades will come! Give yourself enough time to learn
and begin eyeing on the subjects you like.
Respect: This is very important. You need to respect yourself, your
friends, family, community and even your schoolmates. This will help
you finish school sooner and easier.
Love : This might be personal but sure does affect you everyday.
Best thing you can do for yourself is not to search for love in loveless
places. Rather wait for love than to search for it. It will come, just
sooner or later…Remember now you still a student, what matters the
most is your schoolwork. If you love yourself enough you will be loved
in more pleasant ways, that include looking for popularity, you don’t
have to be disrespectful to gain popularity among your peers and community.
Fun: Have fun everyday, ungazoba serious…This is a lifetime
opportunity, loosen up. Learn to swallow your ego now and ask for
help. Participate in life , you only got five years to be a kid
and learn from the mistakes you might make. ENJOY!

Uthando olungaka- inkondlo

Uthando olungaka
Eyami impilo ilotshiwe.
Eyami impi inqotshiwe.
Ngegazi leMvana nginokuphila.
Ngothando likaMdali anginakulamba!
Awu-Uthando olungaka!
Bayethe Kophezulu!
Esihlalweni sobukhosi bezulu!
Bungalinaniswa nakanye?
Qha!
UmkhuluSimakade nakwabalahiwe!
Uphakeme Moya ONgcwele kimina!
Awu-Amandla angaka!
UnguNkulunkulu wokuphumelela.
UnguMsindisi wokubonelela.
Angasoze abalwa amagama
Aveza iNkazimulo yakho!
Awu- Unamandla!
Kweyami indlela ngibeka wena.
Kwezami izifiso nginamathelisa wena,
Usungiphile amatalente,
Ngiphe ukuwasebenzisa ngentando yakho.
Awu-Uthando olungaka!

Lindelwa Tshabalala

Some people make it -some do not!

As you begin reading this column. Please don’t take this like: Some people –some are sad. But some people are happy- some are not!
This is because you might not be happy or sad but other feelings like – confused. Some people are in love – some are not! Some people win – so do not! One of the people and the others are not. Some people allow themselves to feel- some do not!

Some of us die living some do not! I can write this kind of things the whole day to show how deep they are. They are the little things that define us as human. We defiantly cannot be on the same side. Which side do you fall onto and why? It is all up to us to live our lives. God gave us the power, it just up to us to live and use it to the fullest. It doesn’t matter which side you fell on, but the most important thing is that we are all different- How come some people are happy and some are not .


If we find a reason or the reasons to that we will start making our lives. A life of a person who wakes up in the morning and either go to work or school will defiantly be not the same as the person who only wake up as late as 9am to watch TV and hang around with so called ‘friends’. You’re more than 10% of the people you hang out with, but the most important thing is- we are what we design for ourselves! Some people listen forget- some do not!



YOUR ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS SHOULD MATCH YOUR ACTIONS!

This passion is killing me!

By Lindelwa Tshabalala


I can’t take it anymore,
I know I can-
Why do I have to school-?
When this passion is popping off my head?
I want to make my dreams come true-
Now! I want to do everything I want,
Now!
This passion is killing me!
I can’t take a book to study the science
While I know my heart is in the Art
So different worlds-
Where are people like me?
Why is there only one or two people
Who understand me- Not so well!
This passion in me is better than love
This passion in me is more amazing than Getting all As!
I want to make my dreams come true –
Now!
It’s killing me like soldiers at war
It is murdering me like a bomb
Falling-
The people on the same page as me
Are too far-
They’re found on the deep internet pages-
I can’t seem, to trust people
They don’t understand my passion
They lack the fever!
They want to be scientists
They want to be loved by their lovers
But all I want to do is to make my dreams
Come true
The passion is poisoning me

My first story to be published (hard copy)

Siyamukela High school

I was in this place for five years. I grew from a child into a taught teenager.

Take the words not the faces

By Lindelwa Tshabalala


Let’s say you see an old drunken man who comes to you as you buy a bottle of beer with your friends, “Child, Don’t do that! It will destroy you!” Probably many of us will roll our eyes and continue buying-Like; he’s drunk and he’s telling you not to- come on! But that’s where we get it all wrong! We take a look at faces not at the words offered by them.


It might happen that person is now forced to drink because of medical reasons. The next thing is you look like him few years down the lane! Listening skills are very important in our lives it part of reason we have newspapers and other media tools because at times a message can’t be delivered with just a voice because we don’t listen much so we end up given papers to read which can be kept as reminders. I’ve come to realize how much I judge [people at first sight-as for me I’ll say it’s my nature but as from the past days I’ve decided to allow myself to learn something new from each and every person I meet, no matter how they look. Looks are deceiving. A proper looking person may be the one who kill dreams, the one who actually knows less! I would advice you to once or twice have a chat with that old lady in the taxi- Yes, even if you are the hottest sixteen year old boy! Talk to that guy who’s always at the corner or at the shop. For myself I learnt that they had dreams too just like you and I I would advice you to once or twice have a chat with that old lady in the taxi- Yes, even if you are the hottest sixteen year old boy! Talk to that guy who’s always at the corner or at the shop. For myself I learnt that they had dreams too just like you and I.

Some had given up and most of them are still striving for them .Oh, yes they are eager to talk and advice you! Then just for interest’s sake also have a chat with that ‘clean’ person you know-compare the conversations. I hope you learn a lesson.


YOUR ACTIONS SHOULD MATCH YOUR ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS!

First impressions never get lost!

By Lindelwa Tshabalala

Hello- I find this as a necessity for one to introduce them in a new setting, a column to me. Few weeks ago I realized that even magazines have personalities- Some magazines are scared to lay out the truth and some are really not! Some are casual, some are formal. That is what separate each and everyone of us, doing and not- but I’m not there!

The reason I named this space ,Deep life is because you and I are going to dig out the little aspects of life that make us who we are. So as I begin writing this I hope that each time you read this , you can discover its personality as a non-depressing corner but the one that makes you think a little and change you just a little! I am Lindelwa Mantua Kuhle Buyi Ntombikayise Tshabalala. Yeah, quite a bizarre thing to have five names. I don’t think things average but I go just a few extra miles with my thoughts. Through this column I hope to help build a better mother, father ,sister , brother and citizen of the country and the world! I have deep passion for words because I believe they have the power to make or break. They are a drug and a healer. Each word inked make a difference , take for example between like and love. Most of us confuse the two, if you like you just have an interest and curiosity of that thing, but when you love, you just don’t have a reason but it occurs! Words can cease or commence something huge.


The next time you hear life changing words , don’t let them pass you by but include them in your life! My biggest hope is that the words I’ll write here would not be another waste of ink, but inspire,change,educate and bring fun to each and everyone of you!


YOUR ACTIONS SHOULD MATCH YOUR ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS!

Begin again

Hi. I hope my profile says a little about who I am. Being a columnist was the main reason I began blogging in 2011.I'm so not sure of where I went wrong...hehe I just got carried away and began posting what belonged to Facebook! Any how . I am as sure that with God's help the following posts or columns will change, reshape and make you think just again! Thank you very much for veiwing!