Blessing - the creative

Give that man a suit Why a suit is must have for every man Broader lapel suit jackets, accompanied by a bow tie can illustrate a powerful story about a man. Photo by Blessing Mhlanga By Blessing Mhlanga 19 August 2019 When a well-fitting suit meets an ordinary man, the world has only two choices: to take a bow or to applaud. In this modern era, suits have become more than just a corporate or matrimonial regalia because meticulous designers have proved that any man, can dress up his status, unleash his demeanor and tell his own unique fashion story by his suit. There’s a suit for every man. If every face tells a story, so does every suit. It’s important that men understand their personality and then, discover their style of suit wear. Depending on his fashion style and preference, a suit can separate a man from the men. Fashion designer, founder and creative director of IVLEAGUESA, specializing in fashion design for special occasions, Namhla Lebo

The tale of queen Sona 22/08/2019 She was only ten when she discovered that she can fly, though she had no wings, her belief in the songs of victory qualified her to be the queen of a lost kingdom. The beauty of her heart was literally the same as her flawless, glossy and lightly gleaming outward dazzle, which was impossible to ignore but seductive to admire. The kingdom of Lona had been held captive for almost a decade now, because its elders had refused to trade Sola (the most gorgeous angelic lady in the kingdom), in exchange for a few gold packages. Citizens were caged like lifeless creatures whose lives were not different from a dying dog. Sona was the wanted one and the one to save the kingdom, by selling her dazzling self to the guerrillas. She and the elders knew that trading a human Being for a few pieces of gold was a deadly abomination. But it was their only key to end the cries of innocent babies whose breast milk had been made tasteless by the enemy. S

Hungry lions loot foreign-owned shops 15 August 2019. By Blessing Mhlanga. It has happened again and I’m not surprised. The hungry lions have preyed, only this time, through a lame excuse that they were avenging the foreign nationals who had attacked the police during a failed raid of counterfeit goods in Johannesburg CBD on 1 August 2019. On 14 August, 2019, we saw the hungry lions, being the Soweto residents looting foreign owned shops in their townships claiming that they were selling counterfeit goods. The million-dollar question is that if the goods are counterfeit, why take them? And if they should be taken, should it be by the residents themselves? I have discovered something out of this incident: poverty is not really lack of money but a pattern of stupidity of the mind and inner foolishness of unethical behaviors, which have clearly enslaved the looters of foreign nationals’ shops. For a country that is over 20 years old in a democratic regime, this i

The truth about us By Blessing Mhlanga Our eyes only dream the fad, Who knows when our souls will soar upstream? Tastes and textures of fragrant pleasure ascend still, But no one knows the source of their eruption. Perhaps it's because we're married to unbuttered identities. Days smile and smoke our moments, Yet we ignore the thunders of fate, Which if not hijacked, would toxic unborn generations. We murmur against our terrors, But we forget the viruses of our errors. Our drive to fly beyond the sky, Is our only hope to dive ahead. But what if our borrowed wings weep for their owner, Whom we claim to adore and cherish. Yet we're charming them with serpent lips. The wells of honey dominate our wishes. We persist ahead against the current, Without finding the switches of our souls' candles, Which if kindled, can heal our worst curse, And forbid calamity to shine again. Our thick skins longs for fresh breeze, That will make our dams pregnant

A man of revolution 12 -08 -2019 I know a man who lived his dream in a short  period of time and made outstanding history that shook the world.  He had no magical wings that flew him from rags to riches, neither did he have  supernatural intelligence that equipped him to be the wealthiest oke but he ate the steel guts of resilience that eventually led him to his crown. From a filthy village, enslaved with boils of lack, viruses of empty stomach and thirsty throats craving for a drip of pure water - he failed to understand the happenings of time. Daily and constantly, he would isolate his confusion-withered soul from the masses, cluelessly gaze the silent moon, hoping for undiluted solutions. This is what bothered the boy: "how has humanity become victims of curse, servants of empty pockets, objects of bed-riddening sicknesses. Moreover, he wanted to know how to solve this error, a tragedic trend that had kidnapped the village of Oman, somewhere in Africa. His heavy h

Students Get in the mud for Mandela Day House Project Students giving their love and priceless effort in the house building project in Delmas on July 16, 2019. Photo by Rosebank College staff. By Blessing Mhlanga. Shovels, wheelbarrows, stepladders, unfriendly mud, cement mixing and plastering kept Rosebank College students on their toes as they sacrificed their energetic bodies and priceless time in the Mandela day House building project in Delmas.  The project which is run by Amor, a NonProfit Organisation founded in Mexico, aims to spread love, empower communities and change lives of those who live below the poverty line. It achieves this by building free houses for less fortunate families through the heart devoted help of volunteers and sponsors.  Two days before Mandela day, the organisation invited students from Rosebank College, Braamfontein to participate in building a decent home for an unemployed, 65 year old Thomas Dube in Delmas.  Armor team

Caramel Chocolate Speaks. You can't resist me, l know you want me. Don't be ashamed, l'm fond of the way you look at me. Your eyes are craving for my taste and your heart is longing for my minty and nuty feels. Come closer, l want to dine with you, to kiss your bitter toungue gone and caress your throat with mouth watering sugars. Don't mind these people, they don't understand our chemistry, our seductive affair of adaptive flavours with deductive memories. I long to melt in your mouth, wash away your saliva of drought, wipe away the mucus of your broken heart. I can heal your lifelong hurts with my milky Ingredient,  sexy caramel, which is mandated to soothe your world and nullify any allergies. I am Caramel Chocolate and l know that you will buy me. I am yours and I know you want me, you crave for me with passion. By Blessing Mhlanga. Please note that this is a work of fiction by the writer.

A LIONNESS OF AFRICA DOMINATING MINING INDUSTRY BY STORM Story by Blessing Mhlanga From a street vendor to a fancy office in Sandton, from a sweets trader to a prominent business-woman dominating a male-filled sector. Soweto born Lerato Matosha’s path has not been a bed of roses but thanks to her steel guts, she now has countless business awards in her pocket as well as the honour of being Africa’s top mining mogul. As she wings proudly on her spongy CEO seat in her office, Lerato reveals that she is grateful for her brutal childhood which she believes birthed in her the passion for business. Raised by a single mother of four daughters, of which Lerato is the first born; she recalls the past days of time when she used to roam around her neighborhood with a heavy tray of sweets which were priced as low as 50 cents each, hoping to attract buyers so that she could make a decent profit. “I started selling sweets in my neighborhood when I was in grade 8 and I h

Ancestral Worship is a shameful fallacy By Blessing Mhlanga We cannot speak to the dead and there’s no such thing as the living-dead. Rituals involving animal slaughter, sprinkling of blood, drinking of concoction, talking to a dead person on their grave and consulting a sangoma for intervention is a spiritual deception that has enslaved the african people. For me personally, I am extremely ashamed and disgusted by my fellow black people who believe that a dead person has an influence on their failures or prosperity in their lives. Some cultures even believe that the dead are a mediator between God and the living; it’s a shame because they have forgotten that God is the creator of all men and he doesn’t need a human being whom he created to be a mediator to those who are living. According to Truth Magazine article, ‘if you displease the ancestors, it may be that they will kill someone else.’ This doesn’t make sense, why would my ancestors, who were somehow