Blessing - the creative

Man ’s struggle to march forward By Blessing Mhlanga.    28/10/2019 Don’t be blinded by the artificial eyelashes of modern trend, man ’s beauty cannot be equated to anything tangible on mother earth. The clouds bear witness to this tragedy - men hate each other out of emptiness of adequate grace and ability to kiss and dine with his/her purpose of creation. What was done cannot be altered but what is not can be reshaped to the perfect design we wish for it.  All roads lead nowhere but grave. It is what one’s marriage with life during his/her lifetime that’s determines the final destination beyond the grave. Many at times, Marriages with life that look superficially glamorous are only balloons full of worthless and useless air:  Not all that glitters is gold . The battle of man is a nightmare unworthy to be a reality. Boxing shadows is a common norm, one that cannot be ignored even with a sleepy eye or a dead man walking. Marching ahead is always a misfortune for 

Bizzana pleads for divine rescue Lifting his eyes to the lonely heavens, he felt his watery eyes about to explode, but he gazed still, hoping for an answer for his desert which he had enslaved himself into. Surrounded by mountainous piles of lifeless bodies and their choking stench, he knew that he was too lucky to be the only breathing soul at that moment in time and the silent heavens were the only hope of salvation for him. His feeble knees were gnashing loudly, his colourless flesh was slowing peeling off his body and thanks to the merciless sun which had burnt off his clothes, his nudity did not intimidate his guts to offer supplications of help through his deadly eyes. Defeated by extreme fatigue and body-wrecking hunger and thirst, his own voice had divorced his mouth and vowed to never give aid in his call for help from above. Every second, dots of his breath were escaping his soul. Kneeling on a harsh but trash of a rock, his arms straightened above, speakin

Freedom is here! Freedom is not a mirage. Freedom knows no bounds. Freedom fears nothing and avoids nothing. Freedom tackles the stormy gales with solid resistance. Freedom climbs the impossible mountains to reach into the extra-ordinary universe.   Freedom flies beyond the sky to defeat the mud of opposition and the soggy waters of flooded lands. Freedom relies on nothing but its muscular make-up to explore the pitch-dark nights without losing track of its destiny. Freedom trusts in its undefeatable strength to conquer the piles of miles, to float above the stormy ground and still maintain its incomparable engine without compromising its genius capacity. When freedom marries the freeway or the steady highway, the impossible happens, the smokes cannot stop its intelligent technical gifts residing in its symbolic make up. Freedom lives to make history by marrying its destiny in a blink of an eye. Its magical make-up has no restrictions but prescriptions on the roa

sample It begins with EXPLORE It all starts with a feeling. It begins with a soothing connection, a passionate desire to kiss and dine with that special somebody – a self-created mutual figure pregnant of rhythms of romance. It begins with divine melodies of enticing touches, sizzling through your tempted neck down to the theatre of your passion: the heart. When you enter that office of caressing pleasures, all you have to do is grip the seductive ambience and master the feeling of priesthood dominance. It begins with eyes gullible enough to see through the heart, the hidden language of sensational hugs of fidelity, cooling down your fears of lost pleasures. It begins with a magnet so strong to unite the present and future but deep enough to marry two hearts of strangers to awaken the dead curls of their stormy love. It begins with a tender gaze that immediately ignites the sandy souls with treasures of compassionate smiles and imaginary intimacies. It begin

A stinking-rich man gets his reward By Blessing Mhlanga. 09/10/2019. Wednesday. There I was, sipping the expensive, thinking that it was all there is to life. I had mastered the endless dances of wealth and attained piles of mountanious stinking riches on my yard. My laughter alone was worth pounds of pure gold, my smile went for a silver price tag and my cry alone would collapse the wells of nations’ economy. Blessed are those who befriended me, they tasted my flavours of milky bling and textures of sweety glitz. Shame to those to despised me because they didn’t benefit from the stench of my wealth. It’s a pity I wasn’t a god because even the lords of governments knelt before my golden presence just to feel my wealthy ambience. I had children, two boys and a girl. They lived to squander and plunder the endless floods of my wealth, mainly because they didn’t labour for it, neither did they know its source. Day and night, regardless of the weather, the dark clouds d

A lady of calibre speaks By Blessing Mhlanga. 03/10/2019 I am a daughter of a master, whose divine hands molded me to be the flawless beauty that I am. My spotless and ever glittering skin resemble a refined gold that can never be bought or traded for anything. My spongy but enticing breasts are the pride of my bosom and fruitful well for the unborn offspring. Yes, you can envy them, admire them but you cannot have a holy feast with them unless I permit you. I have glossy legs which surpasses the sun in brightness and they symbolize the sovereign charisma of my original design and only a deserving angel can caress them, not some random tailless he. I also have a well-shaped figure whose vigor eliminates the trends of criticism and shuts the mouths of foes who pray for my fall. My butt comprehends the crown of my angelic dazzle, a flag of honour for those following me from behind and a gift of pleasure to my angelic he. Again, you have no right

     Millennials ruin everything Blessing Mhlanga. 18 - 09 - 2019 We have a crisis and it’s not a joke. Millennials have become slaves of social media to an extent where they have divorced their true identity and are willing to live a life of mirage while pursuing to become what they’re not and sacrificing their priceless and precious destinies in the process. Youth and teenagers have shun the innovative power of education and chosen the path of quick fixes, a life of comfort, pleasure and leisure. Here is the problem, young people have made social media their close darling dramatically by thinking, desiring, envying and emulating the glitz and glamour from prominent celebrities of Facebook, twitter, Instagram, YouTube, WhatsApp etc. Without finding out the source and catalysts of their wealth or fame, they begin to aspire not only to be like them but also to be them, somehow. There’s a nightmare called identity crisis among the young people and it’s slowly eating

A bewitched nation Who has bewitched mankind? If l may know that person, perhaps l could lift prayers of pardon to the heavenly master on mankind's behalf. The young fellows keep having sex with sin, mothers don't tire giving birth to gods of crime, fathers are refusing to shave their pride beard of alcohol abuse and sexual immorality while brothers and sisters sing songs of generational traits of Curses. My ears can't contain these vicious sounds of darling women, who being proud of their flawless bodies are unreasonably murdered. My eyes are about to grow dimly blind due to the catastrophic events where, pure toddlers are brutally sent back to their maker in heaven by those who conceived them. I smell shame, barbaric bloodshed and baseless hatred ruling our yard. What happened to the tsunami love that we used to have for the alien? Why have the authors of politics found a corner to hide their dirty political agendas? The nation has been bewitched and l wonder by