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About Focus college Sample web copy by Blessing Mhlanga. We redefine the education system by offering world-class teachers with tangible expertise who will mould your child to be a prestigious achiever. We don't teach, we develop leaders of high calibre through our innovative learning process that emphasizes the use of digital material. Our school fees are unbelievable affordable, yet we still don't compromise on quality. Extra classes are available for a deeper, knowledge and wisdom boasting for your child's excellency. Is your child scientifically ambitious? We have the science subjects to pave his/her way to be the scientific guru. Is your child  commercially zealous? Focus college is equipped with the business and ecomics subjects to make him/her the future employer or GameChanger of our economic status. Or is your child a super creative? Let us shape his mind with the wealthy knowledge he/she needs to be the main player on the world stage. For students wh

A divided kingdom I am not a perfect fellow but I am striving to be at least above the average. Who told you that I am finished? Are you the one who planted the greatness within me? Mind you, as much as you have hidden wounds, I also have my own but the challenge is uniting our feeble knees in order to build a solid being - one whose creator can adore. You may open your filthy mouth and preach sour sermons about me, trash my name in the garbage bin on your enticingly fancy coffee tables but yours are just words, not sharp enough to pierce my source of life. Your laughter of derision is only a path that polishes my face for the glory ahead, your ignorance has deceived you that I am useless in your eyes but behold, tomorrow is here and the future is now. I have accepted all your spitting of witchcraft in my yard because I didn’t see it coming, I thought my world had been complete by you on my side but clearly, that’s why I’m here: down and out because I believed you.

Dear my own Days of never-floulish  have ceased, My tales of eating  loner pies have vanished, The horror of hugging rocks and kissing tasteless pillows have left my yard, Ponders of gone lovers have lossened their hold on me, Thanks to you, my dear l have been reconciled to mother romance. Look, you have shaved my beard of tears, Tears which you have turned to be cheers by your servieet - your kiss of massage. Right here with you, l long to dazzle and breathe my last in your arms. I pray for more grace, to enjoy your juicy breasts of serenity, To cuddle your sorrows away from your dreams, dreams which you have made me their king. Till we dine together in heaven, Let's cement our gaze with sweet hymns, Let's cast decors for our smiles with fruitful seasons of hails, Knowing well that our foes may quench the light of our palace - a heaven of bliss.

A farewell to a lifeless fellow While the sun made a favourable shine, an hour and half after midday, a train long crowd flooded Catherine Street with ground shaking hymns and explosive dances that invited countless eyes to have a curious gaze of this phenomenon from their rusting and wrecking balconies of Hillbrow flats. Being led by a blazing crowd, was an ordinarily white Quantum taxi, which was firmly hooked behind with almost a Matchbox size of a trailer but big enough to accommodate a coffin of a lifeless fellow who had been forcefully sent to the land of no return with countless bullets five days earlier. While driving at a tortoise pace, the taxi driver intentionally overlooked a few others who emotionally banged the trailer and climbed on it as their way of paying a heart-breaking and soul-dismantling farewell to the lifeless fellow. The hymns of farewell, which were more of a supplication for the man in the trailer, grew even louder while the hand gestures of hail were

A divine rescue from the world's gods. I was convinced that l was done, l had believed that l was gone, gone to the land of no return. No one beleived my state : a godless wretch waiting for its last breath. My crowns had vanished with the rats of time, time had also lost sense of worth to my breath. I traded my pure soul which heaven invested in me for its glory for a cheap, blatant and cyclical nightmare. Where is all that l gained? Where is all l diligently laboured for? Yes, the greedy soils of nature have eaten it all. My pride, my fate had prepared a grave for my breathing corpse, a tale that not even my foes would wish against me. My skin: a dry Hyde that continuosly peeled itself off. My gold mines: a wreck of house that cockroaches had made habitat. My pride: a garment of torment that invited worms to feed on my flesh. My children: a school of harlots which the enemy used as unpaid slaves. My soul: a dead man walking. My mind: a captured victim of the world

The man and his cigar. I was wondering why he smoked his future away by a thankless smoke of cigar. He didn't want to make use of the grace of humanity because he was fed up of being human. I graced him with my presence, only to find him cuddling his doll : a pillow of his tears. There he lied next to it, too trembling to look into my eyes, sobbing enough to soak his bed wet and his death was closer than he wished. I reached my hand to him, who after refusing, posed eyes of horror that begged for another cigar. A man, broken and overburdened with void of not possessing the essence of life. Hence, a cigar had become the face of his heart beat, unknowingly of the unholy end of his tale. With an attitude of panic, l humbly knelt before him, kindly requested his permission to rescue him out of his pit, even though I didn't know how to rescue him. His bleeding soul fenced me against him, he clung his fingers against the bed sheet and spitted a leave me alone saliva on m

Christ's wish for Easter. I have no intention to punish man I love every sinner, I just despise their sin. How can l hate my own creation? It's impossible -they're my treasure. This Easter, be my sister, Be my son and I'll be your sun, Quit slaying and start praying, Weep for your salvation, I'll erase your transgression. This world offers temporary pleasure, I am the fountain of genuine treasure, Come and taste my love, And you'll never crave for man's love, You are chained, l can make u fly again. Live for me and you won't taste death, Give me your sins and you will dine with heaven. Give me your heart and Inherit elegant life, Come, hold my hand, Shame the devil and take your Crown, With me and by me, You will be the dazzle of your paradise By Blessing Mhlanga 16/04/2019

AMBITION COLOGNE sales copy What sets a man apart? Clearly, it's neither his beard nor his status, not even his wealth or position. The secret is his breathtaking and temptious odour, his divine feel which he uses to utilise opportunities that will applaud his beard. It's got to do with the fragrance of character which he uses to attain status. It's the charm he makes with his cologne - the catalyst of his wealth. It's definitely the scent of attraction, of seductive sentiment, of irrisistible charisma that fuel the drive to his ambitious position. So what sets a man apart? - clearly, it's nothing else but AMBITION COLOGNE - the only men cologne that defines a man! N.B please note that this is a sales copy sample. By Blessing Mhlanga

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Never give up There she is, Shining more denser than yesterday. Awaiting for you and I to swim in her galaxies. She-future is shaped with yummy surprises, Yet she begs you and I not to call it quits. Packaged with glitters of the rainbow, She reminds us of the beauty she holds, Then she smiles at our efforts to draw closer to her. She energizes us to strive for a better sunrise, Despite yesterday’s cages of appalls . As we gaze her with eyes of steel hope, Our enemy: thorn tries to cage us away from her, But we hang on until even our enemy applauds, Until our tears turn into rivers of milk and oil, Till even our broken bones kiss our efforts to marry our dear she. She hides not the pits we have to battle ahead, She reveals the traps of slavery from he-thorns, But she also unveils her breasts of honey and her juicy lips in stake for us. Now, we need to glue our sight to her flawless face and cling to thy promise. Then soon, she and us wi

Do you have one who will save you from drowning? without a spiritual guide, a rope holder in life, even the calm waters will drown you and nullify the essence of your breath. Who is your rope holder? One whom when he/she speaks - you listen, for the sake of your destiny.

Man's savagery nature He is man, a proud donkey, So selfish but unwilling to sell fish, He buys the most expensive, Drinks the fancy, dresses to kill, All for what? Trying to achieve a mirage. He points finger of guilt on his fellows, Painting others as gods of his flaws and falls, He lays his rocky butt on other's wings, So that they may not ascend above him. He pulls a trigger on his children, By sending them to the school of poverty. He's a fat cow that promotes sleeping on an empty stomach, He wants to pocket all the wealth, While his daughters are being sold for slavery. He rejects men of different skin to dance on his yard, he's an irresponsible junk. He lives to polish his nails, shave his stingy chin and kiss harlots of corruption. Whom will he listen to, apart from his drunken and savaged heart? Surely none. By Blessing Mhlanga. 08 /04 / 2019

Destiny is calling! By Blessing Mhlanga. 04 -4- 2019. I am lonely and void. I am stunning yet still single. I am glowing and dazzling but you have not noticed me. I am super attractive but I have not been found. Why, you ask? Who am I, you question? I am destiny. I am your true potential - the true worth of your greatness. I am looking for you, I have been looking for you - you have not found me because you have been looking for me in wrong places. I am not far away - I am within you. You have failed to discover me, that ’s why you are drowning in the pit of sorrow and hopelessness. You have failed to pursue me, that’s why the sword of poverty has pursued you and your children. You have not found me, that’s why the mine of wealth has not landed on your yard. Behold, my arms are open; I am waiting for the day you and I get married - this day will mark the beginning of days where you and I will make history, become super-achievers, move mountains, conquer the unconquerabl

My Applaud to the Alex Residents Alexandra Community is on a quest to be given what rightfully belongs to theirs - what they were promised by the political gods who sought their votes. I applaud them for holding the promiser at his/her words through their service delivery protests, however I do not applaud them for shooting blame on foreigners and irresponsibly excepting the government to give them a bed of roses in every area. Real change takes time and the government cannot give it alone - we and the government can work together to bring development. The greatest enemy to progress is impatience - nothing can be established by the horse of hurry.

Who we are We are young, fierce and sizzling, Paint our tears, cheer our fires, shame the slaves We are the ones, the birds of a united sky, A flavour glued to the breath of heaven, We are the sons and daughters of the moon. We don't own no privilege, we are lenders of wealth, We are defined by the sound of a rising morning, This is our garment of royalty: a garnish of our smiles, There's no ladder we can't climber - we are the nerds of victory We cannot trip, even the lit floor belongs to us Behind us, stands a shadow of light, a candle of fedility, Who can champion the weeds to rule our yard? None! We are the makers of smoke, the smoke of glory, We are the thorns of our roses, yet we still make the most out of it, Let the sun kiss our skins, we are the masters of gold. We are incomparable, seductive yet sovereign, Who can challenge our hairs of colourful divine, The steps of the old bear our mark, a mark of flourish, We are the hitmakers of forever

A ROCK OF A WOMAN AND ELEGANT BUSINESSWOMAN TO EMULATE   Businesswoman Sidanisile Ncube at her selling point on Catherine street, Hillbrow. Photo by Blessing Mhlanga By Blessing Mhlanga At a carelessly busy and dark filthy Catherine street, resides a mother to emulate, a brave woman to cherish, a businesswoman at heart and a unapologetic risk-taker, who despite the heavy load of sustaining her family still pose a smile to admire.  Sidanisile Ncube is a Zimbabwean mother of four, who wakes up as early as 6am to open her small business of selling sweets, cigarettes, chips and children ’s toys. She has been a vigilant vendor for over two years at this corner, customers are in love with her and the  financial rewards from her business have not been disappointing. The challenge however, is that she has to keep her eyes on both the customers and the Metropolice who from time to time violently or carefully and secretly swim their way to confisticate thei

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