man's struggle to march forward

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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 many because the heavy load of gone years are still dancing on the yard on the present. We know we have to let them go but the barbaric thirst for retaliation and cravings of malice suggest otherwise. We charge the world a fortune to applaud our glitz while worming and sheepishly concealing the genuine catalyst of our make up. Thanks to social media, we can trade our fake personalities for a few pennies, we can brag about the it thing, the trending rhythms of Mr deception and the seductive beats of wither babes and sexy-less playboys . Thanks to man’s choices of choosing the bitter soup of fame while sacrificing the golden suits of potential-pregnant bowls of heavenly talents and identities. 

Then we knock at the door of irresponsible armies of our time, seeking for what we can never find but hoping that another manna from above will fall - we’re doomed. We can momentarily hide the baby truth but the elephant can never be hidden inside a little hut, eventually. 
The bible of self cannot be written by the fellows of wishing and lazy dreamers but by those who marry life with determination to uproot the roots of perpetual nightmares and hiccups of destructive detours of our time. 

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