Just as I was seeded, in turn I seeded too

But Lord you needed help, so you returned 5 of mine to you

not because of no punishment or sin I’ve ever done

but because of today the woman I have become

The day you returned my Son to you and I had bid goodbye

is the same moment you touched my soul, and opened my third eye

I learned a path until I found a settlement

I’m happy to be doing youth development

I branched out to my communities that never could

i trained a teen who thought she never would

Bluff, Sydenham, Wentworth, Kwa Mashu and again Newlands takes the wining crown

Watch this space because good news is going down!

As three years passed and I see that Nikita and Shannon are 2 who still beleives

Lord I thank you for my gift as I am proud of my ex autumn now, shiny golden coloured leaves

My Facebook

My Book Club – Just Began

My little Smme

My Income assistance Project

Trying my peeps!

Dear Teacher – Dear Parent

👀Dear learner in the DBE schools.

It is with sadness that this is penned from the perspective of an educator. I had my time sitting in a classroom getting an education. I studied further and qualified myself to teach you. I had challenges and with the help of my loving FATHER GOD, I am your teacher.

I understand the sacrifices made by my parents in very challenging times and appreciate the spanking in shaping my life.

It is a daily experience in the classroom / school for educators to be abused by a minority of learners who have been progressed by a system designed to foster poverty. Arriving late for school or class, class or homework not done, vulgar language and arse on show dressing, rudeness and disrespect are but some of the struggles I experience daily.

I must teach learners who are high on substances, dagga or are intoxicated at various times during the day. Why must you arrive or indulge in these ills at a place of learning? School then is not for you. A school must be your happy place. There are a majority of learners who want to learn and come to school to be educated. They comply, have self respect and want to get ahead. They make teaching worthwhile and I appreciate them.

Society can only grow in a disciplined environment where there are rules. Schools have Codes of Conduct to facilitate the growth of a country. While you have rights, there are responsibilities that you must action.

The classroom will be a better place if you rather stay away from it so that learners who are sober and level minded can engage themselves in learning and I can teach. You need to make a choice that says No to drugs and Yes to life. I encourage you to choose life. You were born for greatness and the time is now for you to achieve it. Set goals and know what your purpose is the step towards it. Start today…

🤲🏽🙌🏽
Educator

I agree with the teacher as disruptions are caused by these students…. What if this child was mine? Or yours? In this group?

Response….

”oh dear teacher
I am so sorry for your pain caused
So what can I do with my child who is this disruption
You see, on my side…

He once was a bright student who gave me no grey’s
He’d come home daily
To show me straight A’s!
He’d help others because he’s smart and wise
My teacher now,
Tears permanently stream my eyes

Teacher I’ve gone so tired I nearly slit a wrist
Teacher I sent him
As I prayed maybe you’d assist

My teacher in the past 2 years my child has become an evil relic,
My teacher this all in my blindness in the time of the pandemic

I miss my child as the one you loved teaching
I love my child enough so I began reaching

My teacher oh I’m just a mere mother
Oh please oh please
Can we maybe work together?

By:
Acting response of parent:
Tanya Williams
Club: Penholix Writer’s Crib
https://penholix.home.blog
2018-2023

Section:
Topics for healing

Chereldene Hamann (in memory)

TEACHER

To my Teacher …my Mentor
Who’s aura made one smile bright with even more delight
Who always was and even today still is my star and most shining guiding light

My teacher… my mentor
I miss you horrifically, this pain has no end
For you’re still my other half missing, my best friend.

As I smile for good memories, yet through it comes the tears
Oooh Teacher… oh Mentor… I’ll always remember our final last years
Dear Teacher you’re still the best
With this lance deep in my chest ….
I love you Mummy… RIP my Teacher… my hero… my Mentor… My Mother…

I MISS YOU MUMMY

Bill Gates Is Just As Normal – A Man Of Man

Look!

When one digs deeper, you actually get the truth. Hearsay or theresay never gets down to the nitty gritty and point if the matter of the fact to find out “What us that?”

In the beginning:
Bill Gates did NOT want to point out of how rich he is, nor did he just want to flash money. He knows that we know and wish he could recognise us to put just a dollar or a dime to save our businesses too (Same here🙈).
Listen up and Iwo

Look!

When one digs deeper, you actually get the truth. Hearsay or theresay never gets down to the nitty gritty and point if the matter of the fact to find out “What us that?”

In the beginning:
Bill Gates did NOT want to point out of how rich he is, nor did he just want to flash money. He knows that we know and wish he could recognise us to put just a dollar or a dime to save our businesses too (Same here🙈).
Listen up and Iwould like to lay my feelings out because everytime I read it, it causes unwanted swollen veins which proceed to pump painfully in my middle aged heart.

Master Gates has been drilled into dark holes as far as been told that he is part of the illuminati (another made up fable from the minds and world of the teenage creative tattles). Bill Gstes is a man that had a simple I.T job whos success started off with that $10 from the newspaper stand dude one morning. That is the same buddy of his that Blessed him. All should read up on this. He is of flesh and blood as you and I, with a family too. Undress your eyes from his money. Look again. He is man of man…

Anywho, The name Bill Gates states “Technology”. Nowhere does it state “Nucleus” or “chromosone”. He hasnt the faintest of the tubular experimentation or events that occur behind the doors of a scientific or medical brain. He has indeed pushed in his finances, for the reason of WANTING TO HELP scientists and Doctors. He is NOT a Scientist NOR a doctor. We should not throw stones at him. He is just a rich Blessed and succesfull dude who thought he could help save the world. If we could stop poking each others lives with scandalous and wicked dealings and focus ourselves for our self improvement, and team up as one to unite as tight as the UBUNTU CREATED BY SOUTH AFRICA, then we would be just as succesfull too!

Whatever they were cooking at the brewery, he beleived in them. He beleived that the help of his input, would indeed be part and parcel of a cure. NOT MORE DEATHS.

I have been reading all your facebook and many other socials media stabbings of Journalists who need to have a story for the Big Boss. I am a freelance writer, hence have my freedom of expression.

Today I would like to say to those journalist and crearive masterminds to please STOP! You have become so boring to the mental mind that read your work that you have become transparent. Give rge boss something fresh and new. Stop attacks on the good hearted and find a guerilla raping and killing a 12 year old, or alert the world on the country at war tgat needs saving and attention in order for another 12 year old not to be thier next victim! Tell us why youtube bans the videos of a country going through a struggle trying to get our attention for a reason that we do not know of. Reveal to us the unknown trails of our loved and lost so that we can pick up with the law authourities to find them, even though it be thier bones, the lost have then been found…

STOP poking your eyes out with rhe wrong ink. Call the dude up and ask “Mr. Gates, please may I have an opportunity to meet with you, so that I xan hear your truth?”
Tilt your cameras upside down and rewind the tapes back to the beginning when the Diamond Princess had thier first victims on that ship, and when the tourists were allowed back into South Africa with a worlwide known virus spreading! It was us that was NOT to supposed to allow them in at all. NOT BILL GATES… OUR GATES let them in.

I do apologise for this note to all, but as a full on humanitarian I feel for this human being just as I feel for any plant or animal that is being butchered, and razored down through the centre of his spine with the sword of excallibar as evil and bad, instead of a simple “thank you for trying to help the world”.

Gates is God’s child just as the one taking time to read this now.

Father God I thank you for hearing our cry and our call. I pray over this note that you shower and cleanse the soul of the reader, in order to open up thier third eye more, and that is the spiritual eye. The world has come to an extreme emotional overcasted shadow. I think it is actually now time that they too, with us, find out about the 7th sense, as we need them to know about why and how they can see clearer. How injustice can scar a man into silence because the world is against him merely just for trying to do good. I do not say that he is perfect, as each can pick up that stone, yet not one can throw.
I beleive you will save us and i pray with all my own might and power, that those who are weak, rise up in full Faith!

Thank you

Humanitarian Exposed Inner soul emotion.

Miss. Tanya Williams

uld like to lay my feelings out because everytime I read it, it causes unwanted swollen veins which proceed to pump painfully in my middle aged heart.

Master Gates has been drilled into dark holes as far as been told that he is part of the illuminati (another made up fable from the minds and world of the teenage creative tattles). Bill Gstes is a man that had a simple I.T job whos success started off with that $10 from the newspaper stand dude one morning. That is the same buddy of his that Blessed him. All should read up on this. He is of flesh and blood as you and I, with a family too. Undress your eyes from his money. Look again. He is man of man…

Anywho, The name Bill Gates states “Technology”. Nowhere does it state “Nucleus” or “chromosone”. He hasnt the faintest of the tubular experimentation or events that occur behind the doors of a scientific or medical brain. He has indeed pushed in his finances, for the reason of WANTING TO HELP scientists and Doctors. He is NOT a Scientist NOR a doctor. We should not throw stones at him. He is just a rich Blessed and succesfull dude who thought he could help save the world. If we could stop poking each others lives with scandalous and wicked dealings and focus ourselves for our self improvement, and team up as one to unite as tight as the UBUNTU CREATED BY SOUTH AFRICA, then we would be just as succesfull too!

Whatever they were cooking at the brewery, he beleived in them. He beleived that the help of his input, would indeed be part and parcel of a cure. NOT MORE DEATHS.

I have been reading all your facebook and many other socials media stabbings of Journalists who need to have a story for the Big Boss. I am a freelance writer, hence have my freedom of expression.

Today I would like to say to those journalist and crearive masterminds to please STOP! You have become so boring to the mental mind that read your work that you have become transparent. Give the boss something fresh and new. Stop attacks on the good hearted and find a guerilla raping and killing a 12 year old, or alert the world on the country at war tgat needs saving and attention in order for another 12 year old not to be thier next victim! Tell us why youtube bans the videos of a country going through a struggle trying to get our attention for a reason that we do not know of. Reveal to us the unknown trails of our loved and lost so that we can pick up with the law authourities to find them, even though it be thier bones, the lost have then been found…

STOP poking your eyes out with rhe wrong ink. Call the dude up and ask “Mr. Gates, please may I have an opportunity to meet with you, so that I xan hear your truth?”
Tilt your cameras upside down and rewind the tapes back to the beginning when the Diamond Princess had thier first victims on that ship, and when the tourists were allowed back into South Africa with a worlwide known virus spreading! It was us that was NOT to supposed to allow them in at all. NOT BILL GATES… OUR GATES let them in.

I do apologise for this note to all, but as a full on humanitarian I feel for this human being just as I feel for any plant or animal that is being butchered, and razored down through the centre of his spine with the sword of excallibar as evil and bad, instead of a simple “thank you for trying to help the world”.

Gates is God’s child just as the one taking time to read this now.

Father God I thank you for hearing our cry and our call. I pray over this note that you shower and cleanse the soul of the reader, in order to open up thier third eye more, and that is the spiritual eye. The world has come to an extreme emotional overcasted shadow. I think it is actually now time that they too, with us, find out about the 7th sense, as we need them to know about why and how they can see clearer. How injustice can scar a man into silence because the world is against him merely just for trying to do good. I do not say that he is perfect, as each can pick up that stone, yet not one can throw.
I beleive you will save us and i pray with all my own might and power, that those who are weak, rise up in full Faith!

Humanitarian Exposed Inner soul emotion and freedom of oppinion.

I trust my writings to be aimed at those who seek some sense to a certain situation needing solution, and even though it’s just a handful of help and hope, the point of the cup over flowing has reached to a level that’s become uncontrolled and painful, or so frustrating, that acceptance has turned one’s pain to silence, which should stop. I was there. Even though I seemed to be the outspoken one, I was deeply still the broken one. Mishap after mishap occurred. Deaths upon deaths fell at my feet. Turmoil, self torture, sorrow, anger, frustrations that I cannot get answers and as soon as I do, I get shut up! Then I would swallow myself whole in order not to offend or hurt others. I had to stop or die.

I tend to stir what lies like a sleeping dog in ones screaming soul, with an awakening call of reality. Now? I turn to you simply because of your intrigue by the title of this article? Believe me, I’ve had events with loved ones and friends, and used to be JUST as bad myself in certain situations of my books. Hence, with what I write, is merely self-experienced, as well as actual live witnessed situations in my hoods such as Ennerdale, Florida Lake, Mitchell’s Plain and South Beach in Durban. It is inclusive of methods I have used either for myself, or close loved ones have taken my advice, and have too instilled. At the end of your doubts or beliefs, it is only up to your heart as to how much you can handle to bottle any longer, and what you willing to put forth to eradicate your issues as best as you possibly able isn’t it? Or so I think it is… hope you enjoy…

Mr. Bill Gates Topics

I am alone… 

I am so sick of it!!!
When one digs deeper, you actually get the truth. Hearsay or theresay never gets down to the nitty gritty and point of the matter of the fact to find out “What us that?” In the beginning: Bill Gates did NOT want to point out how rich he is, nor did he just

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MOTHER is one of the most devastating things in the world. e somehow find the strength to go on. The days turn into weeks, the weeks turn into months, and before we know it here we are years later, wondering how we have made it this far without them physically in our lives. I’d like to think that when someone we love dies their body goes but their love remains. They live on through us. Through the things they left behind and the memories they have made.
You’ll always miss your mom but there are moments in life when you just miss her a little more than usual. You’ll miss her when you’re simply in the store shopping and you see other women shopping with their mothers. You’ll miss her when you can’t remember that recipe she begged you to learn. You’ll miss her when someone else loses their mom. You’ll miss her when something great happens and she is the first person you want to call but you know if you tried, it wouldn’t be her voice on the other end. You’ll miss her on Mother’s Day when everyone else is celebrating their mothers and you feel all alone. You’ll miss her when you’ve had a bad day and you know that her embrace is the only one that can save you. You’ll miss her when you meet someone who reminds you or her, or has the same laugh as her, or was just as kind as her. You’ll miss her when you’re all alone in bed crying yourself to sleep because the thought of her being gone still comes as a shock to you. You’ll miss her when you need her advice. You’ll miss her when you no longer get to talk to her five times day. You’ll miss her when you hear her favorite song. You’ll miss her when you see older women who were lucky enough to live their life that long and you’ll wonder why you mom wasn’t able to. You’ll miss her on the holidays and you’ll miss her on her birthday when you realize that another year has passed. You’ll miss her when you wonder what she would look like years later. You’ll miss her when you go through a horrible break up and know her words are the only ones that could ever help. You’ll miss her when you’re staring at the beautiful summer sky wondering where she is but when you miss you mom remember how much she loved you, remember that she never wanted to leave you and there is nothing in this the world that she wouldn’t have done to be able to see you live out your life. When you miss your mom, go that extra step to make her proud, live the life she wanted you to live, be person she wanted you to become… I know e took me four years to gather emotions of horrific tragedy. But im glad i started eventually… I love you Queen Mom…

A Shut Mouth…Talking

8 January 2022 #Bloganuary – About my writing…

A Best friend listens from Sunday through to Saturday, now that’s a compadre. My Karnal, My Vato, gives ear to every joyful or sorrowful event, and never once did betray. Dude, I know at times you speak the same language decide to write today! And this friend don’t care, bring on any genre… write.

That is when I learnt that my rhymes of the Nubian Queen MC had a third eye. Writing your pain is another form of a therapy between yourself and your ink. what relief indeed it had brought me seeing that the entire family was now gone and my daughter melting her own pain for the loss of her brother at his tender age of only 6, I had to be her fort, her reach, her knight. I reached and reached, I yelled and screamed and cried for help, I tormented my throat roaring for an ear, yet no sound reached my oblongata or even sighed out a desperate breathe at all. I was facing a Berlin wall, yet this one was showing Hitler much superiority. Tortured and scared with raw stitches only patching the slits that Excalibur had left when splitting my skeleton in half that morning, a double sided reflex tape pasted with hot glue was against my lips. If only I could find that woman in Saudi Arabia who had her own family blown up, maybe we could share a drink, because only that Woman and I, would understand the language of our tidal wave.

Alone with Mom’s scented little candle, I picked up the empty cigarette box, ripping it open for absolutely no frustrating reason my confused mind could puzzle, the inside white of that Rothmans box is when my echo began flowing in the form of ink. relief began. So, what I enjoy about writing? Many may think oh how boring! I’d respond most optimistically on a stage with a 10 000 AMP mic, it’s the cheapest form of therapy. Pandemic world you should try it sometime. With time, your writing shall mature just as mine. So, comment on me… what is it that you like about my writing?

Heavenly Birthday Milano My Son (10 Jan 2022)

Once again it is that time to me…
Why is it I always awake at past 3?
But …today is a day emotioned with the unreality…
heartbreaking and sorrowful, but yet thankful, closes this story of my trinity…

My inner 7th flashes to when on earth you were still mine
Took 3 days to pack the lyrics cramped into my little mind
These verbs were my first rhymes to you, These verbs were prophetically true
Waited till you came from school so that I could rhyme your birth to you!!!

My Lano, I Love you… My Lano I miss you…
Even your m Big Brothers Blamedi and Fostuin always also say ..
My Little Pure Lano… may the Angels Blast Thier trumpets with sounds of might & joy
It’s A favourite Angel’s Birthday Today…!

Heavenly Birthday to you my eternally loving, kind hearted, freely caring and helping Sideline
Humanitarian and a Little Jesus of your own
, humerous personality all knew you for, and God fearing Blessed Son who always smiled . Gently, with your favourite expression and surrounded aura
I thank you for the 6 year raising and training

I see much more clearer like thar 7th sense has attached to me along my path and settled my way. Oh Son… yes! GOD DID MAKE A WAY BECAUSE I INDEED AM STILL HERE TODAY!
ALL THE TIME GOD IS GOOD!

Father it is a proud and strong  yet weak on a meak day… I humbly with my entire spirit… oh my soul… ask if you can please just pass this kiss onto the cheek of my loving Queen as I shed my tear of pride… because… I, Tanya Williams… am my MOTHER’S PROUD CUB…. relief of the Excalibur pain… now I surrender into my corner Hub… Heavenly Birthday to you my Flesh my blood…

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