Friday, September 28, 2012

Bongane Malele

Bongane Malele is from Bushbuckridge Shatale Mpumalanga, he came to Gauteng in the year 2006 to further his studies, he did just that and came out of tertiary level with a National diploma in Sports Management. with a desire to become a household name in Modelling and acting industry,  he went from post to pillar in trying to establish himself in the public eye. that determination paid of he was featured in Isidingo as an extra that was the becoming of many thing s to come, he was featured in a music video, and the paroni advert.  we as the Mapulana clan we are proud of this boy.

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

REMEMBERING PHASHA(By Goodenough Mashego)

(This is ine of the poems from Taste Of My Vomit by Nuff)

suspicious minds, never trusting heart, but I loved you
what distance can we travel in the vicinity of strangers
no convo, no hugs, air smells of danger
suspicious minds, we can't go the distance thrust by life
you came lived, hoped, 'til the night you died

silence paved a way for your final bow-out
though lived noisy characterised by drunken bouts
ululating crowds as you prowled the sports grounds
number one skinny pitcher, ghetto hero went down
why we shout your praises now, cuz we miss you today

twenty six short lived years two hundred & sixty pages of biography
memories of the whores who shared your life
the kaffirs who made you bleed
your friends who toasted to your contradiction with spirits
black sheep that deserted the flock, only recovered @ death

I reminisce 'bout the smile the long skinny dick
the mouth to mouth convos 'bout your hopes for the future
the time you opened your heart & told me 'bout your fears for dying
that was the future you were never meant to have
something so abruptly snatched @ the peak of your youth

condolences can fill a room but love only your heart
question is, why do we go for praises when we can give appreciation
why shout rhetoric @ night vigils when we can whisper @ drinking sessions
born with a silver spoon but later joined the majority have-nots
no wonder you departed a have-not, mourned by simple people

in remembering you we revisit the courage
you & your demons face to face in an empty grey cell
your ability to cry when something hurt
we lack that trait in this days of trying
can't even lie 'bout loving our hearts eclipsed by hate

you were borrowed to us, never given, we should freely let you go

Monday, June 15, 2009

Unsung Hero of Bushbuckridge & June16

“I saw a child fall down. Under a shower of bullets I rushed forward and went for the picture. It had been a peaceful march, the children were told to disperse, they started singing Nkosi Sikelele(God Help us). The police were ordered to shoot”, these are the words of a hero who never hesitated to throw himself in the shower of bullets from the boer soldiers and I sometimes wonder why even our ruling party doesn’t recognize this hero as they are celebrating their so called Soweto uprising and hounouring the late Hector Peterson but also forgetting Hastings Ndlovu, the first student to be killed by the police during the Soweto uprising

“A hero by the name of Masana Sam Nzima who was born on the 8th of August 1934 in Lillydale, a small village in Bushbuck Ridge, Sam grew up on a farm where his father worked and the family lived. While at school Sam had a teacher who had a camera and Nzima was fascinated by the concept of pictures coming out of a box, so he bought himself a Kodak Box Brownie. During the school holidays he would go to the Kruger National Park and charge people to get their photographs taken by him. On the farm there was a system where at a certain age the young boys would be set to work. When Sam was in Standard 6, now grade 8, it was decided by the farmer that he was old enough to start work. After nine months of doing manual labour he ran away to Johannesburg where he found work as a gardener at Heiningham. He continued his schooling by doing correspondence courses through various colleges. In 1956, soon after he completing his high school course he left Heiningham to work at the Savoy Hotel as a waiter. At the Savoy he met and befriended a man named Patrick Rikotso who also worked there. Patrick taught him more about photography and Sam would sell domestic workers portraits he had taken of them on their day off. When he left the Savoy he went to the Chelsea Hotel in Hillbrow and here he was switchboard operator for another eight years”
The World newspaper was banned in 1978. The Star and The Rand Daily Mail newspapers wanted Sam to join them but he was unable to do so for fear for his life. In 1979 he was appointed by Chief Minister Hudson Ntsanwisi to become a member of legislative assembly in the homeland Gazankulu
Mr Nzima we are proud of you as Bushbuckrigians

Friday, November 23, 2007


In 1864 Mswati's armies attacked the maPulana living next to the Blyde River. The maPulana retreated to the top of the mountain (Mariepskop), some 1 944 metres above sea level, which towers over the magnificent Blyde River Canyon, nearly 1,5 km deep and at least as wide. The maPulana piled up rocks along the top edge of the mountain in readiness in the event of an attack by the enemy. The mountain could only be reached by a single footpath of about 2 km in length. The Swazi were aware that they could not attack the maPulana without any danger on top of the mountain and bivouacked on the mountain north of the Blyde River and waited for misty weather.

It was summer and in cloudy weather Mariepskop is usually covered by thick mist. The Swazi did not wait long. One evening the clouds started rolling in from the south and covered Mariepskop with mist. The Swazi left their camping site and started moving, approaching the mountain from the south. The mist was very dense and they had to move with their hands virtually on the shoulder of the person in front to remain close together. Zimase, the younger brother of Mswati II, was amongst the first group to ascend the mountain.

The maPulana were ready and when the first Swazis reached the top the maPulana rolled the stacked rocks down onto their enemy. While the Swazi were in turmoil, the maPulana swarmed down the hill and started attacking those down at the river on the southern side of the hill. To this day the bones of those who were killed by the rocks may still be seen in the inaccessible rock crevices of the mountain

The maPulana named the mountain Mhuluhulu, which means ‘the mountain of the wind’, because the Swazi only heard the wind of the rocks before they were killed. The river, where the final attack took place and where the Swazi was annihilated, they named ‘Motlasedi’, which means ‘where the big battle took place’. Today the river is known, from Mariepskop to the Klaserie Dam in the river, as the Motlasedi and then as the Klaserie, which is an Afrikaans distortion of the word Motlasedi. The mountain where the Swazi camped was named Swatini, which means ‘the place of the Swazis’. The resort at the foot of this hill is incorrectly named Swadini.

As a result of this defeat, and the death of the King's brother, the remaining Swazis refused to return to Swaziland for fear of death. Most sought asylum in Sekhukhuneland. Others found refuge between the mountains in the southern part of the present Kruger National Park, which was free of Tsetse fly, and named the area Khandzalive, which means ‘they found a settlement’. Another group found a new living place known as Selephi (Selapi) (today known as the farm Sassenheim, 10 km south-west of Barberton). They named this area Mjindini, meaning ‘so far and no further’ as they were also afraid that Mswati would kill them if they returned to Swaziland.

Wednesday, October 17, 2007


The Mapulana clan are mourning the death of our beloved brother Patrick “Tsebanyana, KID” Mokoena who died tragically in the city of gold MAY HIS SOUL FIND PEACE IN THE RIGHT HAND OF THE MESSIAH until today the Mapulana Clan knows that they have a guardian Angel representing them in heaven.

The Mapulana respected Bra Pat as our own TUPAC who took the city to the ghetto; he will always be remembered about his work and the effort he gave to life.

He is the person who never forgot his roots and fought for the pride of his people, the Mapulana.
Bra Pat was a Businessman and an actor, who played the role of taxi driver Thulasizwe on the current season of the SABC1 drama series Soul City, was murdered in Johannesburg in the early hours of Sunday morning.

They say he was at a bar in Jeppe called the Why Not Bar on Saturday night and into the early hours of Sunday. He stepped outside to take a call on his cellphone and when he re-entered the bar he was accosted by four armed men who shot him twice in the stomach and twice in the head, killing him instantly.

The bar was subsequently robbed by the attackers, although Mokoena was the only person targeted as written in our daily newspaper Sowetan.Mokoena was a businessman who had just started an acting career, with appearances on Soul City and the SABC2 soapie Muvhango.As a businessman he owned an independent recording label called Why Not Entertainment, which released a Durban group, called Beat and also owned a fleet of Why Not Taxis.

Thursday, August 16, 2007

HOLY HERB(by:cyprian malele)

by:cyprian malele

Marijuana is a holy herb irated by GOD, in this planet which is created by the creator, the Bible says in the book of Genesis, God created Heaven and Earth for seven days and he rested. After the creation of earth there were trees, animals and man, and God gave man the authority to name evrything then there was marijauna or Cannabis sativa (Cannabis sativa is believed to be a native plant of India, where it possibly originated in a region just north of the Himalayan mountains. It is a herbaceous annual that can grow to a height of between 13 and 18 feet (4 to 5.4 meters); Marijuana plants contain more than 400 chemicals, 60 of which fit into a category called cannabinoids, according to the National Institutes of Health).

Genesis 1:29-30 says “God said, Behold, I have given you every herb bearing seed, which is upon the face of all the earth, and every tree, in the which is the fruit of a tree yielding seed; to you it shall be for meat. And to every beast of the earth, and to every fowl of the air, and to every thing that creepeth upon the earth, wherein there is life, I have given every green herb for meat: and it was so.”

We can argue about the legalization of marijuana, but at the end the argument won be productive because of our steretyped constitutions and evil minds, if we read in the of Ezekiah 34:27-31 says “27The trees of the field will yield their fruit and the earth will yield its crops. They will live securely on their land; they will know that I am the Lord, when I break the bars of their yoke and rescue them from the hand of those who enslaved them. 28 They will no longer be prey for the nations and the wild beasts will not devour them. They will live securely and no one will make them afraid. 29 I will prepare for them a healthy planting. They will no longer be victims of famine in the land and will no longer bear the insults of the nations. 30 Then they will know that I, the Lord their God, am with them, and that they are my people, the house of Israel, declares the sovereign Lord. 31 And you, my sheep, the sheep of my pasture, are my people, 17 and I am your God, declares the sovereign Lord.’”

“The Vatican was the first to criminalize the Herb centuries back in Europe, because the builders of the Churches would rather smoke up weed than build the tabernacles of the false shepherd. How does the Pope say he is the voice of God when he criminalizes what the Almighty has created for us to use as stated in the Bible verses above. Voice of God? Rasclat! His god is Lucifer! And for me to say that means a lot, I was raised Catholic, but Babylon never captured me. This is the explaination for the sayings,"Light up the chalice mek we bun down Rome!", "The more herb man smoke, the more Babylon falls!". When you break some one's laws, you're basically saying,"the hell with you!" When no one follows laws, there is no order. Babylon wants to control us, they want us to abide by their order, The New World Order. So Iman is a gonna light up my chalice and Iman is gonna watch Babylon fall because their laws can fly up its own rass a stay there. The Laws of Jah Rastafari is what Iman live by. We Rastas know our rights as the people of H.I.M. In my heart, mind, and meditation, I really don't see smoking Herb as wrong, I don't even feel it as wrong. Babylon can't even taint my consciousness, Iman will live up righteous. To the RoYaL Flock, Babylon a weak,likkle Harlot drunken on the blood of the martyrs will bun in pure fiyah and brimstone, the smell of sulphur a go run up inna her nose for Iternity.”

Who are we to argue the word of God and change it. We all know South Africa as a so called claimed democratic and religious country, but as far as I am concerned the rights of the Rastafarians are violated. The government must let the Rastafarians use the herb cannabis sativa, accordingly. It is therefore a violation of internationally protected human rights to pass laws that prohibit this activity and it is a further violation of Internationally protected human rights to criminalize and incarcerate members of the Rastafari. He causeth the grass to grow for the cattle, and herb for the service of man: that he may bring forth food out of the earth; (Psalm 104:14)

Tuesday, August 14, 2007


Sometimes I want to be alone get in touch with my spiritual side
Meet my goals and planning half way for a better tomorrow
I don’t care if you throw your hypocritical cuss verses behind my back
Your cuss verses give me fuel to burn inside me

When I’m alone in a room don’t come and ask me I’m okay
Because that will be detrimental to my thoughts your entry will take away the thought
That I had before you knocked the thought that would have been an idea
An idea that would have been profitable in the long run

And for removing my thought I’ll despise you eternally
So next time I’m alone in a room don’t disturb my creative thinking
Because at the point of your entry my thoughts would be scattered
Like a broken glass

And I’ll throw cuss verses not behind your back but at your face

By Samuel mothegi mogane