<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290</id><updated>2011-11-27T17:26:24.616-08:00</updated><category term='Sepedi poems'/><category term='HIV/AIDS Articles'/><category term='Xenophobia'/><category term='Love Poems'/><category term='English Poetry'/><category term='University Of Limpopo Articles'/><category term='Women Abuse'/><category term='Students Guide'/><category term='Life Challenges Poems'/><category term='Poverty'/><category term='Youth'/><category term='2010 Soccer World Cup'/><category term='Politics'/><category term='Electricity'/><title type='text'>Poetry Home with Peter</title><subtitle type='html'>So you enjoy poetry, just sit down take your mouse and click, scroll and get scrolling.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'"&gt;Ka a boreledi mantsu;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'"&gt;O mo fetotse monagano;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'"&gt;Ka leleme&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;o mo fekeeditse,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'"&gt;O go rata, a go tshepa;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'"&gt;Tlhenkge wa mo dudisa faase;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'"&gt;Ka dimona-monane wa mo robadisa;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'"&gt;A robala bja matla gosa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 7pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'"&gt;Goreng lehono o mmeela mabaka,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'"&gt;Goreng lehono o mo kgethela diaparo;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'"&gt;O mokgethela bagwera le ge e kaba mesepelo;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'"&gt;Diganong tsa gagwe go di gana, o tloga o di hlatsa;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'"&gt;Di a go galakela, ke Sekanama, nkhubetswana legaba la thaba;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'"&gt;Mohlagare o la o bego o mogoketsa ka ona, lehono ke meno a Kgosi ya diPhoofolo;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'"&gt;Ramariri Tau tatago lesoka.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'"&gt;O itira kgogo, mokoko o itseela le hlabile;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'"&gt;Wa lwa ntwa, o itebeletse o nnosi;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'"&gt;Morago wa iphumola molomo;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'"&gt;Wa nanoga ka lebelo, gomme tsa bosilo tsa go rona.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 8pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'"&gt;O reng o iphetosa legwaragwara wene tatago batho;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'"&gt;Wa bolaisa mosadi ka dingwatha-meratha;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'"&gt;Wa bolaisa baana tlala, o lebeletse bona bo ma lehwafeng.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'"&gt;O reng o iphetosa legwaragwara wene mmago batho;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'"&gt;Wa bolaisa monna tatago bana baga go ka dingwatha meratha;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'"&gt;Wa boa wa sotla bana bag ago ka lesata;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'"&gt;Wa ba hlokisa kotse ya bophelo ebago tlhokomelo ya setswadi.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'"&gt;A lehono matsatsi nna moreti ke bona dipshisamare;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'"&gt;Ga ke sa bona bophelo, bja maloba botala;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'"&gt;Bophelo e nola nxa-nxa ka ge re sesana basadi, kage re se sana bana;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'"&gt;A e sita le go se saba goba ga banna.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'"&gt;Seatla sela botala maloba se bego se tlosa tshego;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'"&gt;Lehono ke lerumo la Ntwa ya bo Shaka Zulu;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'"&gt;Ke Molamo wa bagologolo bo Kgosi Sekhukhune wa Thulare;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'"&gt;Molomo wola maloba bogologolo;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'"&gt;O bego a anega dinonwane, o hlaletsa baana;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'"&gt;Lehono ke tshupa o fehlisa mabele;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'"&gt;Lehono ke phehli e setse ninawa dilo tsa bo podile.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'"&gt;Ka molomo re rera thekiso ya baana;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'"&gt;Ka molomo re rera tlaiso ya basadi;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'"&gt;Ka molomo re a rogaka, tlaiso ya ba ya monagano,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'"&gt;Ka diatla tsa rena re roba molala;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'"&gt;Ka diatla tsa rena re kgamathela ka madi a masea;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'"&gt;Ra kgamathela ka madi a basadi barena.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'"&gt;A re somiseng leleme go aga, go e na le go agolla,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'"&gt;Re somise diatla go homotsa le go kgothatsa,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'"&gt;Go ena le go bolaya le go kwisa bohloko.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'"&gt;A re somiseng molomo go hlohleletsa khutso,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'"&gt;Go e na le go fehla mpherefere malameng a banna le basadi.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'"&gt;Bana barena a ebe mafotwana;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'"&gt;Re ba khurupetse ka diphego,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'"&gt;Basadi e be balekane re ba gokare ka dinako tsohle,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'"&gt;Banna e be balekani, re ba segise ka dinako tsohle.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-156488513625882984?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-3168407623401381067</id><published>2010-11-13T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T10:14:14.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pula</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Pula&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Ya matloro-tloro ae tlorome;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;E binabinele melala;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Gotšwa ka difate, ebe botala’a morogo;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Ya medupi e tlorome;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;E karabetše mobu;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Didiba e be mantšha o tlogele;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Gomme gotšwa ka difate;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Ebe mokhora wa lehlabula;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Dimpa e be mateku-teku;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Go sepela e be go tekola marago.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Ga e tšhologe mašumane a bine matlampule;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Ge e khula khubedu e be magapu;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Botala mašemo ebe dintsho;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Gomme ge le dikela;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Dimpa di tlale maraka.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Tšhologa wene pula;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Wene megokgo ya lethabo; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Ke ra wene sešego sa mokhora,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Ba a ikokobetša bana ba Thulare;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Ba re gata ka boya;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Wene tlou tona ya bošego;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Mošemane wa menatla.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Ba re tlaa o tswaletse molomo;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;O tle le disegiša baeng,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Ba re se tsopule molomo;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Se befiše sefahlego;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Go bane wa dira bjalo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Ge o etšwa ka difate;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Re tla lla sa ijoo;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Ra itswara mahlaa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Pula..pula..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Tlaa ga gešu;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;O tliše lekepe-kepe;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;O tliše le ema-ema;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;O tliše mokhora;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Mabele re tlatše dišego;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Re bolae ke segošane;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Dinawa, re bolae ke madupa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-3168407623401381067?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/3168407623401381067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=3168407623401381067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/3168407623401381067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/3168407623401381067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/2010/11/pula.html' title='Pula'/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-8732650211272821071</id><published>2010-03-24T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T23:08:50.602-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poems'/><title type='text'>Confused</title><content type='html'>She made me think twice;&lt;br /&gt;My mind was double twisted;&lt;br /&gt;My scars disappeared;&lt;br /&gt;Within a blink of an eye;&lt;br /&gt;I did not realize what was happening;&lt;br /&gt;The walls of the house were looking;&lt;br /&gt;And the ceiling also confused;&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing what to say;&lt;br /&gt;After reassuring what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought we were history;&lt;br /&gt;I thought we would on no account;&lt;br /&gt;Be abreast yet again;&lt;br /&gt;Because of what I just said;&lt;br /&gt;Her reactions were too scary;&lt;br /&gt;She told me how shitty I am;&lt;br /&gt;And I did the same;&lt;br /&gt;Before going to bed separately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confused I am;&lt;br /&gt;What to do;&lt;br /&gt;Is what I do not know;&lt;br /&gt;She is brainwashing me now;&lt;br /&gt;Not only clouds got confused;&lt;br /&gt;Not only things got complicated;&lt;br /&gt;People also do feel living;&lt;br /&gt;A life that does not exist;&lt;br /&gt;Because of situations;&lt;br /&gt;They got themselves in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She brainwashed me;&lt;br /&gt;And now I am blank;&lt;br /&gt;She paralyzed me;&lt;br /&gt;And I am confused;&lt;br /&gt;She says;&lt;br /&gt;We should forget our past;&lt;br /&gt;And consider our tomorrow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-8732650211272821071?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/8732650211272821071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=8732650211272821071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/8732650211272821071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/8732650211272821071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/2010/03/confused.html' title='Confused'/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-772125915033168027</id><published>2010-03-24T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T22:53:42.385-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English Poetry'/><title type='text'>Asking for forgiveness</title><content type='html'>I was blindfolded&lt;br /&gt;I am kneeling down today;&lt;br /&gt;After many years;&lt;br /&gt;Struggling and suffering;&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing where to go;&lt;br /&gt;And not knowing where from;&lt;br /&gt;My pride resulted with nothing;&lt;br /&gt;It killed me;&lt;br /&gt;And I am asking for forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the son of this land;&lt;br /&gt;My parents were born in this land;&lt;br /&gt;I was born in this land;&lt;br /&gt;And all my relatives were in this land;&lt;br /&gt;It is where I belong;&lt;br /&gt;This land is me;&lt;br /&gt;And my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a pride;&lt;br /&gt;Which made me regret today;&lt;br /&gt;I rejected my own parents;&lt;br /&gt;I denied my own people;&lt;br /&gt;I rejected my own name;&lt;br /&gt;And of cause;&lt;br /&gt;My roots and ancestors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am kneeling here today;&lt;br /&gt;I am begging here today;&lt;br /&gt;I am asking for forgiveness;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know my people;&lt;br /&gt;I want my own parents back;&lt;br /&gt;And I want to serve the people;&lt;br /&gt;Whom I rejected and tortured;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was blindfolded;&lt;br /&gt;By the pride that rooted on me;&lt;br /&gt;But now I can see the way;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go back to my roots;&lt;br /&gt;To be a real African man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-772125915033168027?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/772125915033168027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=772125915033168027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/772125915033168027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/772125915033168027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/2010/03/asking-for-forgiveness.html' title='Asking for forgiveness'/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-991721877116218719</id><published>2010-03-24T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T22:51:15.631-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>Recalcitrant South Africa</title><content type='html'>It is constipated;&lt;br /&gt;It is screaming;&lt;br /&gt;It is roaring;&lt;br /&gt;Without anyone raising a hand;&lt;br /&gt;No one wish to help;All they refrain;&lt;br /&gt;So to come clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time it was Zimbabwe;&lt;br /&gt;Its responsibility;&lt;br /&gt;To calm down crises there;&lt;br /&gt;Was demolished;&lt;br /&gt;With political motivated motives;&lt;br /&gt;And fail was the results;&lt;br /&gt;To mediate two fighting bulls in Zimbabwe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today here we are;People are dying;&lt;br /&gt;People are being burned alive;&lt;br /&gt;Just because they are Africans;&lt;br /&gt;Just because they are black in color;&lt;br /&gt;The president of the country Thabo Mbeki;&lt;br /&gt;Is even fearful to open his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who used to sleep well;&lt;br /&gt;Without having bad dreams;&lt;br /&gt;Are now sleeping sleepless nights;&lt;br /&gt;Eye opened like wild animals;&lt;br /&gt;Always packed ready to vacate;&lt;br /&gt;Always afraid of death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Streets are things of the past;&lt;br /&gt;Only police walk freely;&lt;br /&gt;Without a fear of being violated;&lt;br /&gt;By perpetrators who does perpetration&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-991721877116218719?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/991721877116218719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=991721877116218719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/991721877116218719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/991721877116218719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/2010/03/recalcitrant-south-africa.html' title='Recalcitrant South Africa'/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-1067301529982775859</id><published>2010-01-02T01:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T01:59:36.549-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sepedi poems'/><title type='text'>Ga ke go tsebe</title><content type='html'>O reng o nkgaroša matswalo;&lt;br /&gt;O reng o tsena ka bogare;&lt;br /&gt;Bophelo bjaka bja goja koto;&lt;br /&gt;Ka a mabedi matšatši o fihlile;&lt;br /&gt;Wa tupiša lerole;&lt;br /&gt;Wa be wa tsoša tupišani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O fehlile mpherefere, wene phehli;&lt;br /&gt;O mphehlile maikutlo;&lt;br /&gt;Ka leleme wa gagola;&lt;br /&gt;Ka molomo wa budulela;&lt;br /&gt;Wa ntlogela ke itswere molomo;&lt;br /&gt;Ke gakanegile, ke itswere lehlaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotšwa gona o tšwa kae wene moeti;&lt;br /&gt;Ga ke go tsebe ele ruri;&lt;br /&gt;Efela ka dipolelo, ke a kwa gore o moeti;&lt;br /&gt;Ga se wa tlela sa ruri;&lt;br /&gt;Legano la gago, ke la khwephane;&lt;br /&gt;Nepo ya gago ke ya lehototo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ka mahlapa, o ntlhapaotše;&lt;br /&gt;Wa ntšola lekgeswa;&lt;br /&gt;Ka šala ke lekeleditše;&lt;br /&gt;Pele ga gagwe ka gakanega;&lt;br /&gt;Ka ponya kabe ka ponyologa;&lt;br /&gt;Thogako ka e rwala ka magetla, ka imelwa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O nthogaketše lefeela;&lt;br /&gt;Ka ge o sena tlhompho;&lt;br /&gt;Ga se wa nyaka go ntlhompha;&lt;br /&gt;Goba go hlompha yena o rego o a morata;&lt;br /&gt;Lehono ke rena ba;&lt;br /&gt;Nna le yena re hlolana ka diolo;&lt;br /&gt;Ka lebaka la gago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Efela ke a tseba gore o moeti;&lt;br /&gt;Dinao tša gago di nkga tsela;&lt;br /&gt;Ka moso ge a lla;&lt;br /&gt;O tlile go llela go nna;&lt;br /&gt;Gomme ka mo phumola megokgo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-1067301529982775859?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/1067301529982775859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=1067301529982775859' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/1067301529982775859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/1067301529982775859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/2010/01/ga-ke-go-tsebe.html' title='Ga ke go tsebe'/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-2603456325761196970</id><published>2010-01-02T01:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T01:39:55.850-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sepedi poems'/><title type='text'>O be a iphora</title><content type='html'>A matala maaka o be a ipotša;&lt;br /&gt;Ka dihlaa a ikaketša;&lt;br /&gt;Gomme pelo e holofela di šele;&lt;br /&gt;Kgafetšakgafetša a ipea pelwana tšhwana;&lt;br /&gt;Ke wa mathomo wa go raga lepai mesong;&lt;br /&gt;O tsoša nonyana matswiokoko;&lt;br /&gt;Bothakga nonyana tša mebala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ba ile ge ba mmotša,Ba mo aketša, ka dihlaa,&lt;br /&gt;Bare ngwanana o se babola;&lt;br /&gt;Bare o seetša leswiswing;&lt;br /&gt;A tšea ka tše pedi, a kgolwa;&lt;br /&gt;A itebelela, a ipotša, a kgolwa;&lt;br /&gt;A be a iphora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O be a re ge a feta go lla melodi ya bo thaga,&lt;br /&gt;Masogwana a sirela;&lt;br /&gt;A bogale, a gala gala a mmotša;&lt;br /&gt;A re ngwanana, o se babola, o se noinoi, se momothela;&lt;br /&gt;Sona sematsatsa, sebaibai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ee, ke nnete;&lt;br /&gt;Ba be a ba bolela ba mmona;&lt;br /&gt;E le ngwana wa sebopego;&lt;br /&gt;Yo masogana a kgotsofalago ka go mmona feela;&lt;br /&gt;Ele Baby wa Dikoti Marameng;&lt;br /&gt;Baby wa disegiša baeng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ge ele bafahluši;&lt;br /&gt;O be a ba hlakantšha hlogo;&lt;br /&gt;A kitimiša madi a bona ka nnete;&lt;br /&gt;Bare ge baeme bare ke a ruta, ba thothomela, ba roromela;&lt;br /&gt;Bile ba felelwa ke ditaba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nna ke a itheta kage lehono kele fa;&lt;br /&gt;Ke reta sereto;&lt;br /&gt;Ke mogopotše.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ke ithatela maitswaro a ka;&lt;br /&gt;Go bane ge gobe gose bjalo;&lt;br /&gt;Lenna bjalo ka bagwera baka;&lt;br /&gt;Nkabe ke iketše molete mohlaela thupa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go swana le yena; Lenna ke ile ka bitšwa ka maina;&lt;br /&gt;Ke rwesitšwe maina, a inkimela ke imelwa;&lt;br /&gt;Ba mpitša Bary bagwera baka;&lt;br /&gt;Ba mpitsa Mapeka-Panzi;Bare ke Bary ke a Baiza;&lt;br /&gt;Bare gake Sheshe, ke tshaba Bandwana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naa bja bona bohlale boba fihlisitše kae lehono?&lt;br /&gt;Ba ragile Lepai, ba molete mohlaela thupa, ke bagologolo;&lt;br /&gt;E ba foforile melomo ba šala ba homotse, kokwana-hloko,&lt;br /&gt;Ya ba ripa maoto ba kanamiswa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ge ele nna lehono;Ke a ba reta;&lt;br /&gt;Ke reta ke ija koto;&lt;br /&gt;Ke reta, ka go ruta moloko wa bjalo;&lt;br /&gt;Ebile ke ikhweleditše;&lt;br /&gt;Mmaerobela waka ebago Sophie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-2127091664647965299</id><published>2009-04-16T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T06:31:27.168-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sepedi poems'/><title type='text'>O sentšwela kae saka</title><content type='html'>O sentšwela kae saka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee wene ngwanana;&lt;br /&gt;Hee wene lerato;&lt;br /&gt;Sefeta ka tsela gomme wa gogela mahlo a ka kgogeding;&lt;br /&gt;Kera wene wa moriri nka setsokwana sa letwsiokoko;&lt;br /&gt;Wene wa fahlego sa theledi boka lesea;&lt;br /&gt;Ke ra wene ngwanyana gotšwa mošwa noka ya lepelele;&lt;br /&gt;Kua barego batho ba ntshe ba ipshina ka dihlapi selemo le marega;&lt;br /&gt;Mo maoto a bona a phelago are gwadii!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kere ntulele dirope ke go kuke;&lt;br /&gt;Mpudulele moya ka mahlong;&lt;br /&gt;Go bane ka ganong gona e kaba go nkhubatša legano;&lt;br /&gt;Ntsware ka letsogo re rotoge thaba;&lt;br /&gt;Re lebe mohlotswaneng wa godimo;&lt;br /&gt;Mantekelekeng a thaba ya maroteng;&lt;br /&gt;Mo re tlago dula ra ipshina ka manapo a dinosi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kgale ke go lealeetša ka mahlo o feta;&lt;br /&gt;Kganthe le wene o be o tswalelega molomo;&lt;br /&gt;O gegeiša maahlo, o tloga o hloka le boroko bošego;&lt;br /&gt;O be o re ge o gopola kgopana;&lt;br /&gt;Wa hloka boroko bošego, wa tsoga wa dula ka marago;&lt;br /&gt;Wa duma ge nka kopana le wene tseleng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O be o reng o sa mpotše ditaba tše kgale;&lt;br /&gt;O be o reng o sa mphe lesedi ka bona gore ratirati o tloga o nthata;&lt;br /&gt;Ke ra gona go mpontšha ka mesepelo;&lt;br /&gt;Gore ke kgone go batamela ntle le go boifa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wene ngwanyana wa mahlo a nthetelego;&lt;br /&gt;O sentšwela kae saka;&lt;br /&gt;Gare ga sehlaka hlaka ke go hweditše;&lt;br /&gt;Ka tšepedi wa nkamogela;&lt;br /&gt;Wa mpha molatša ka lalela;&lt;br /&gt;Dimpa di tletše;&lt;br /&gt;Gomme ge e le marago ke dintlha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-2127091664647965299?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/2127091664647965299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=2127091664647965299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/2127091664647965299'/><link rel='self' 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bona;&lt;br /&gt;Ka ditsebe oa kwa;&lt;br /&gt;Ka dikwi oa hlohlonelwa;&lt;br /&gt;Ba boletse;&lt;br /&gt;Ba pepenkeditse;&lt;br /&gt;Ke lona la baratani;&lt;br /&gt;La ka le wene letsobana laka;&lt;br /&gt;Ke Valentino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bjalo ge;&lt;br /&gt;Ntsware letsobana laka;&lt;br /&gt;Mpatamele mothwana waka;&lt;br /&gt;Le rena ga re ba bontshe;&lt;br /&gt;Gore lerato ke la rena;&lt;br /&gt;Ba bone ka maahlo gore le rato ke lona le;&lt;br /&gt;Ba kwe ka ditsebe;&lt;br /&gt;Ge re monana melomo;&lt;br /&gt;Gore lerato ke lona le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A re gate ka go nanankela;&lt;br /&gt;A re sepele bjalo ka leobu;&lt;br /&gt;A re tsatsanke;&lt;br /&gt;Re gate bjalo kage re gata dikgapetla tsa mae.&lt;br /&gt;Go bane le ke letsatsi la rena;&lt;br /&gt;Ke letsatsi la baratani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nkgopotse mohla’a monene;&lt;br /&gt;Nkgopotse maloba le maabane;&lt;br /&gt;Ge rebe re kopana;&lt;br /&gt;O le sebabola;&lt;br /&gt;Ke le se gagola;&lt;br /&gt;Ruri tsa mohlamonene;&lt;br /&gt;Di nkgotla maikutlo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-633428545931062722?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/633428545931062722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=633428545931062722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/633428545931062722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/633428545931062722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentino.html' title='Valentino'/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-4144346984152333581</id><published>2009-01-22T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T07:06:01.232-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Challenges Poems'/><title type='text'>Only one month</title><content type='html'>Only one month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was crying for help;&lt;br /&gt;But no one snoop;&lt;br /&gt;She raised her tiny voice;&lt;br /&gt;Calling her mom to help;&lt;br /&gt;But nothing happened;&lt;br /&gt;Until she loose hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mother went to a doctor;&lt;br /&gt;After realizing that she was pregnant;&lt;br /&gt;She went there to do abortion;&lt;br /&gt;To kill the unborn baby;&lt;br /&gt;Who will make life miserable for her;&lt;br /&gt;Softy she drunk a peel;&lt;br /&gt;And within a blink of a eye;&lt;br /&gt;She was relived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poor little girl;&lt;br /&gt;So beautiful and soft;&lt;br /&gt;Lived only for a month;&lt;br /&gt;But finally died a death;&lt;br /&gt;A well prepared death;&lt;br /&gt;Crying having no one to help;&lt;br /&gt;Killed by her own mother;&lt;br /&gt;She was only one months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She died;&lt;br /&gt;And buried in side a womb;&lt;br /&gt;Without anyone crying for her;&lt;br /&gt;Without anyone noticing her death;&lt;br /&gt;Only her mother;&lt;br /&gt;Who kept quit;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed little girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-4144346984152333581?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/4144346984152333581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=4144346984152333581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/4144346984152333581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/4144346984152333581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/2009/01/only-one-month.html' title='Only one month'/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-100066435837765090</id><published>2009-01-12T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T11:58:23.026-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English Poetry'/><title type='text'>Allow me to pen it down</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Allow me to pen it down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said I will give notice to no one;&lt;br /&gt;Yet subterranean in side;&lt;br /&gt;I am smoldering;&lt;br /&gt;The blaze is mounting day by day;&lt;br /&gt;I presently suppose;&lt;br /&gt;I inking it may perhaps aid;&lt;br /&gt;I took a stand;&lt;br /&gt;I said I will not say to;&lt;br /&gt;However in the present day;&lt;br /&gt;I deem I ought to;&lt;br /&gt;Not with my oral cavity;&lt;br /&gt;But by way of my pen;&lt;br /&gt;I perceive a necessity to ink it down;&lt;br /&gt;So that countless can see;&lt;br /&gt;What I saw;&lt;br /&gt;And what I experienced;&lt;br /&gt;Even though it was agonizing;&lt;br /&gt;Others should be acquainted with;&lt;br /&gt;So that to appreciate;&lt;br /&gt;And respect life;&lt;br /&gt;The way it is;&lt;br /&gt;I will use my pen;&lt;br /&gt;To ink it down;&lt;br /&gt;Today but not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-100066435837765090?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/100066435837765090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=100066435837765090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/100066435837765090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/100066435837765090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/2009/01/allow-me-to-pen-it-down.html' title='Allow me to pen it down'/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-677053207235849721</id><published>2009-01-01T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T07:41:53.926-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poems'/><title type='text'>So gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is gone;&lt;br /&gt;Forever not sure;&lt;br /&gt;But now she is;&lt;br /&gt;Without saying;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye she left;&lt;br /&gt;Without saying a word;&lt;br /&gt;She disappeared;&lt;br /&gt;Vanished through;&lt;br /&gt;A thick not good to look at;&lt;br /&gt;Dark cloud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like lost;&lt;br /&gt;I stand alone;&lt;br /&gt;Gazing at the blue clouds;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying swimming;&lt;br /&gt;Within a blue sky;&lt;br /&gt;Unaware that I am lonely;&lt;br /&gt;They passed without a greeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure I am;&lt;br /&gt;If she is coming back;&lt;br /&gt;If she will return;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure I am;&lt;br /&gt;If she is ok;&lt;br /&gt;And If she is missing me;&lt;br /&gt;Like I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is gone;&lt;br /&gt;Gone and gone;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-677053207235849721?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/677053207235849721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=677053207235849721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/677053207235849721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/677053207235849721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-gone.html' title='So gone'/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-861808722595347760</id><published>2009-01-01T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T07:07:21.547-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poems'/><title type='text'>I have no one to think of</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have no one to think of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we known each other;&lt;br /&gt;Well but not that well;&lt;br /&gt;I experienced this syndrome;&lt;br /&gt;Which is caused by?&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about one thing for long;&lt;br /&gt;I do not have time to think of others;&lt;br /&gt;You are always on my mind;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know what you gave to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not remember you;&lt;br /&gt;Giving me something;&lt;br /&gt;Not to be forgotten;&lt;br /&gt;I do not remember both;&lt;br /&gt;Me and you doing something;&lt;br /&gt;Memorable together;&lt;br /&gt;Or do you remember;&lt;br /&gt;Anything I do not recall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of cause;&lt;br /&gt;Being gorgeous;&lt;br /&gt;To you is something;&lt;br /&gt;That you did not wore;&lt;br /&gt;But is what you are;&lt;br /&gt;And will always be;&lt;br /&gt;I expect boys to crave to hold your hand;&lt;br /&gt;And yes I am one of them;&lt;br /&gt;I want to hold it tight;&lt;br /&gt;Not just tight;&lt;br /&gt;But long enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time;&lt;br /&gt;At night;&lt;br /&gt;And during the day;&lt;br /&gt;When doing everything;&lt;br /&gt;The only picture I see;&lt;br /&gt;Is your attractive face;&lt;br /&gt;Wrapped with love and care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to think of;&lt;br /&gt;But you;&lt;br /&gt;I have no one to think of;&lt;br /&gt;But only you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-861808722595347760?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/861808722595347760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=861808722595347760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/861808722595347760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/861808722595347760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-have-no-one-to-think-of.html' title='I have no one to think of'/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-144221878307429770</id><published>2009-01-01T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T06:50:57.620-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Challenges Poems'/><title type='text'>A lonely new year’s eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A lonely new year’s eve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone I was;&lt;br /&gt;Bounded by deep dark silence;&lt;br /&gt;The house felt so heavy;&lt;br /&gt;It was like listening;&lt;br /&gt;To a dull classical sounds;&lt;br /&gt;Of a just graduated art student;&lt;br /&gt;Playing new learded piano notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a place to go;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the day;&lt;br /&gt;Faced by corners of the launge room;&lt;br /&gt;Also faced up with dull television programmes;&lt;br /&gt;Roaming the screen&lt;br /&gt;With long ago never believed alient stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was I expecting?&lt;br /&gt;I do not think of me;&lt;br /&gt;Inviting anyone to spent with;&lt;br /&gt;But I do remember;&lt;br /&gt;Rejecting invitations;&lt;br /&gt;But I know I did not mean to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had plans;&lt;br /&gt;Lot and lot of;&lt;br /&gt;But the unpredicted tomorrow;&lt;br /&gt;Brought unpredictable;&lt;br /&gt;Throw them just before my face;&lt;br /&gt;And alone I spent the New Year’s Eve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-144221878307429770?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-1348079195833345070</id><published>2008-12-24T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T08:59:26.226-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poems'/><title type='text'>Have you ever feel the way I feel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have you ever feel the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have some one who you really care about;&lt;br /&gt;Who does not even notice you;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have some one you love;&lt;br /&gt;Who does not even care about you;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever feel down;&lt;br /&gt;Because of being rejected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showing some one how you truly love;&lt;br /&gt;But not even interested in your story;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever feel so rejected;&lt;br /&gt;Where you even think of dying;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever feel so down;&lt;br /&gt;Where you even wanted to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever cried;&lt;br /&gt;Where you even felt tired and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever loved someone;&lt;br /&gt;Where you can do everything;&lt;br /&gt;To make them feel the love;&lt;br /&gt;Where you can do everything;&lt;br /&gt;To make them see how you feel;&lt;br /&gt;To make them feel save and secure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever;&lt;br /&gt;Feel the way I felt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-1348079195833345070?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/1348079195833345070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=1348079195833345070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/1348079195833345070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/1348079195833345070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/2008/12/have-you-ever-feel-way-i-feel.html' title='Have you ever feel the way I feel'/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-8485976131437201181</id><published>2008-12-21T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T06:33:30.754-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poems'/><title type='text'>Make sure you are sure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Make sure you are sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every stride you take;&lt;br /&gt;Difficult will be;&lt;br /&gt;To backside your steps;&lt;br /&gt;Every progress you make;&lt;br /&gt;Difficult will be;&lt;br /&gt;To go back;&lt;br /&gt;Like when you were moving.&lt;br /&gt;Sense and assess your thoughts;&lt;br /&gt;Sooner than making a decision;&lt;br /&gt;If you are all set;&lt;br /&gt;That is reasonable, yes is ok;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless know that this move is immense&lt;br /&gt;You ought to be more than geared up;&lt;br /&gt;To say you are ready.&lt;br /&gt;No judgment I have;&lt;br /&gt;To dishearten you from moving;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of care I have;&lt;br /&gt;With the love I have;&lt;br /&gt;I do not yearn to be upset;&lt;br /&gt;Like yesterday and day before;&lt;br /&gt;So make sure you are sure.&lt;br /&gt;I really want to be with you;&lt;br /&gt;I want to spend my life with you;&lt;br /&gt;I need to spend precious time with you;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to see you smiling;&lt;br /&gt;I want to make you happy;&lt;br /&gt;I need to be there when you cry;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to be an element of my life.&lt;br /&gt;I do not want you to make a mistake;&lt;br /&gt;Like others and then regret;&lt;br /&gt;The first wound was bad enough;&lt;br /&gt;It was painful;&lt;br /&gt;No need for me to go there again;&lt;br /&gt;That is why I want you not to rush;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to take it slow.&lt;br /&gt;I am not parting;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am;&lt;br /&gt;I will hang around for you;&lt;br /&gt;I will constantly be present for you;&lt;br /&gt;So, do not aim to hurt me;&lt;br /&gt;I heard enough;&lt;br /&gt;So make sure you are really sure.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-8485976131437201181?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/8485976131437201181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=8485976131437201181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/8485976131437201181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/8485976131437201181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/2008/12/make-sure-you-are-sure.html' title='Make sure you are sure'/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-3840840103619185208</id><published>2008-12-17T09:23:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T09:24:17.342-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poems'/><title type='text'>She just can’t get over me</title><content type='html'>She just can’t get over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fist day when I saw her;&lt;br /&gt;I did not think she had those stupid thoughts;&lt;br /&gt;Although I spoke to her;&lt;br /&gt;I made jokes and she was overwhelmed;&lt;br /&gt;I just liked to know her;&lt;br /&gt;As a person not in any how;&lt;br /&gt;I did not want to be related to her;&lt;br /&gt;Just as a person not in any how.&lt;br /&gt;I never thought of her being friend;&lt;br /&gt;Because there was at all nothing to learn from her;&lt;br /&gt;On no account I imagined her being close to me;&lt;br /&gt;Because nothing interesting I found in her;&lt;br /&gt;She is just a dumb;&lt;br /&gt;So why can not she get over me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-3840840103619185208?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/3840840103619185208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=3840840103619185208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/3840840103619185208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/3840840103619185208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/2008/12/she-just-cant-get-over-me.html' title='She just can’t get over me'/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-5048422871682781153</id><published>2008-12-17T09:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T09:23:47.056-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poems'/><title type='text'>So soon to project</title><content type='html'>So soon to project&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only celebrated;&lt;br /&gt;For few days or hours;&lt;br /&gt;Fruits are promising;&lt;br /&gt;But I just think;&lt;br /&gt;It is still early to dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After these years being apart;&lt;br /&gt;Now a sudden big move;&lt;br /&gt;Move of being together;&lt;br /&gt;And holding hands for that long;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me think of the best;&lt;br /&gt;Which I can proclaim still to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought about this;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought about this happening;&lt;br /&gt;But happy is what I am;&lt;br /&gt;And happy is what she is;&lt;br /&gt;Overwhelmed feels my heart;&lt;br /&gt;With pleasure I am saturated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure if we are meant;&lt;br /&gt;To be together;&lt;br /&gt;She seemed to be cute yesterday;&lt;br /&gt;And that is what she said to me;&lt;br /&gt;When looking at our conversations;&lt;br /&gt;We happen to fall in love with few things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-5048422871682781153?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/5048422871682781153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=5048422871682781153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/5048422871682781153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/5048422871682781153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-soon-to-project.html' title='So soon to project'/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-3838824195062057586</id><published>2008-12-17T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T09:22:58.030-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Poems'/><title type='text'>Just a new dawn</title><content type='html'>Nearly all thought;&lt;br /&gt;It would be sun set;&lt;br /&gt;They thought;&lt;br /&gt;I am heading to the end;&lt;br /&gt;But here I am;&lt;br /&gt;Rejoicing and happy at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-3838824195062057586?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/3838824195062057586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=3838824195062057586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/3838824195062057586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/3838824195062057586'/><link rel='alternate' 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Zimbabwe;&lt;br /&gt;Its responsibility;&lt;br /&gt;To calm down crises there;&lt;br /&gt;Was demolished;&lt;br /&gt;With political motivated motives;&lt;br /&gt;And fail was the results;&lt;br /&gt;To mediate two fighting bulls in Zimbabwe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today here we are;&lt;br /&gt;People are dying;&lt;br /&gt;People are being burned alive;&lt;br /&gt;Just because they are Africans;&lt;br /&gt;Just because they are black in color;&lt;br /&gt;The president of the country Thabo Mbeki;&lt;br /&gt;Is even fearful to open his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who used to sleep well;&lt;br /&gt;Without having bad dreams;&lt;br /&gt;Are now sleeping sleepless nights;&lt;br /&gt;Eye opened like wild animals;&lt;br /&gt;Always packed ready to vacate;&lt;br /&gt;Always afraid of death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Streets are things of the past;&lt;br /&gt;Only police walk freely;&lt;br /&gt;Without a fear of being violated;&lt;br /&gt;By perpetrators who does perpetration.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-8435741775873574012?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/8435741775873574012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=8435741775873574012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/8435741775873574012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/8435741775873574012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/2008/12/recalcitrant-south-africa.html' title='Recalcitrant South Africa'/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-7544506118462907372</id><published>2008-12-13T01:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T01:03:20.251-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English Poetry'/><title type='text'>An african women</title><content type='html'>Many years she lived;&lt;br /&gt;And she is still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under a black Shadowed Monepenepe Tree;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a breath;&lt;br /&gt;After a long work;&lt;br /&gt;At her Lepellane little land;&lt;br /&gt;Where she ploughs every year&lt;br /&gt;To produce food;&lt;br /&gt;For her 13 children;&lt;br /&gt;And 25 grand children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday she travels;&lt;br /&gt;17 kilometers within a danced shrub; &lt;br /&gt;With bared feet;&lt;br /&gt;In a hot summer sun;&lt;br /&gt;She walks Maselatole Moruthane;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday towards her little land at Lepellane;&lt;br /&gt;Her produce makes it possible;&lt;br /&gt;To take care of her children;&lt;br /&gt;And grand children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year she is;&lt;br /&gt;With bared feet;&lt;br /&gt;Walking on hot sand;&lt;br /&gt;Which is as hot as a hot plate;&lt;br /&gt;On her hands;&lt;br /&gt;She is holding a long straight hoe;&lt;br /&gt;And a bottle of water and sour milk;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes carrying a crying baby on her back;&lt;br /&gt;A crying baby of her children;&lt;br /&gt;Who are busy playing games at home;&lt;br /&gt;Having no feelings of helping her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the season Lehlabula;&lt;br /&gt;She harvests and takes back hone;&lt;br /&gt;So that the children can stop crying;&lt;br /&gt;And fill their shrinked stomachs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year;&lt;br /&gt;She does the same thing;&lt;br /&gt;She is an African Woman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-7544506118462907372?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/7544506118462907372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=7544506118462907372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/7544506118462907372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/7544506118462907372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/2008/12/african-women.html' title='An african women'/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-1071352527668731020</id><published>2008-12-08T06:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T06:34:36.084-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English Poetry'/><title type='text'>I never thought she will be back</title><content type='html'>I never thought she will be back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am worn out;&lt;br /&gt;I know not what to do;&lt;br /&gt;Cause she is back;&lt;br /&gt;She wants to come back;&lt;br /&gt;In to my precious life;&lt;br /&gt;To devastate it like before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She say she is back;&lt;br /&gt;By a popular demand;&lt;br /&gt;With toned black denims;&lt;br /&gt;She come within reach of me;&lt;br /&gt;Stared at me and smiled;&lt;br /&gt;Are not you happy;&lt;br /&gt;When I am back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprised and amazed I was;&lt;br /&gt;Never even had time to think;&lt;br /&gt;Words did not manage to come out;&lt;br /&gt;I was out of my mind;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I was seeing;&lt;br /&gt;Something never saw before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not want to remind myself;&lt;br /&gt;About the times;&lt;br /&gt;When she was next to me;&lt;br /&gt;The times she ruined everything I had;&lt;br /&gt;The love and trust I had on her;&lt;br /&gt;All of them, they are gone now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I never thought she will be back;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I will see her again;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeding her like a baby;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is what she knew;&lt;br /&gt;Nursing her in thoughts;&lt;br /&gt;That she was my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I do not want;&lt;br /&gt;To see her next tome;&lt;br /&gt;After everything that happened;&lt;br /&gt;Biting the hand that feed her;&lt;br /&gt;Hurting the own person;&lt;br /&gt;Who made her to be who she is;&lt;br /&gt;I do not want to see her again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-1071352527668731020?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/1071352527668731020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=1071352527668731020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/1071352527668731020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/1071352527668731020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-never-thought-she-will-be-back.html' title='I never thought she will be back'/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-1798007358116984850</id><published>2008-12-08T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T06:20:19.237-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English Poetry'/><title type='text'>Have dreams</title><content type='html'>Have dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do dream;&lt;br /&gt;Since tomorrow’s humankind is imminent;&lt;br /&gt;It desires one to hallucinate&lt;br /&gt;It needs one to have vision;&lt;br /&gt;It needs one to be acquainted with;&lt;br /&gt;What is it that he/she will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you dream;&lt;br /&gt;You amass;&lt;br /&gt;You locate collectively;&lt;br /&gt;Edifice resources;&lt;br /&gt;You illustrate a chart of what you yearn for;&lt;br /&gt;And at the end of the day you will fabricate&lt;br /&gt;What you were working durable for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream, dream and dream;&lt;br /&gt;Because devoid of dream;&lt;br /&gt;There is no prospect of tomorrow;&lt;br /&gt;Dream is a preliminary exercise;&lt;br /&gt;Which is done in preparation for tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams are not just dreams;&lt;br /&gt;Most people are where they are;&lt;br /&gt;Because of dreaming;&lt;br /&gt;And some are no where;&lt;br /&gt;Because they never dreamed;&lt;br /&gt;So dream and dream;&lt;br /&gt;Never get worn-out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more you dream;&lt;br /&gt;The better chance of accomplishing your dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-1798007358116984850?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/1798007358116984850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=1798007358116984850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/1798007358116984850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/1798007358116984850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/2008/12/have-dreams.html' title='Have dreams'/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-4774569647813198809</id><published>2008-12-07T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T10:49:32.224-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sepedi poems'/><title type='text'>Ga se la motloga pele</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ruri ke a lebotsa;&lt;br /&gt;Leseke la tshoga;&lt;br /&gt;Leseke la hlephisa;&lt;br /&gt;Leseke la ngala;&lt;br /&gt;Leseke la ikgogela morago;&lt;br /&gt;Go bane ga se la motloga pele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ba mosile mengwageng ya go feta;&lt;br /&gt;Ba kganyela;&lt;br /&gt;Ba huba dikudumela;&lt;br /&gt;Ba kganyela ka la mmutle;&lt;br /&gt;Efela a nanya boka maanaile;&lt;br /&gt;A nanaila a bobama ge ba feta;&lt;br /&gt;A hloka le matswenyego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ba fetile ka lebelo;&lt;br /&gt;Ba kganyela bas a buse mahlo morago;&lt;br /&gt;Ba sega ba ahlamisitse melomo;&lt;br /&gt;A lebeletse ga botse;&lt;br /&gt;A gata ka boya;&lt;br /&gt;A phaela kgakala malala a kwaetse;&lt;br /&gt;Go mme ba mo sega bare o a palelwa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lehono ba fahlilwe;&lt;br /&gt;Ba paletswe ke go fihla;&lt;br /&gt;Ba hlabilwe ke malala a kwaetse;&lt;br /&gt;Ba sepetse ka tsejana e sele;&lt;br /&gt;Ba wetse tsa batho dib a kwesitse bohloko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O fihlile bokhutlong morwa motho;&lt;br /&gt;O a pere swana marena;&lt;br /&gt;O a swanelwa o a tsatsaila;&lt;br /&gt;O gata ka boya, o a nanaila;&lt;br /&gt;Meno go bonala a mashoeu;&lt;br /&gt;O gahlanetswa ka mekgolokwane;&lt;br /&gt;Lesego e ba lekepelepe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ba lebelo la matlogapele ba saretswe;&lt;br /&gt;Ba binetse moropa pele o lla;&lt;br /&gt;Bah labile lesata pele ngwetsi a tsebiswa;&lt;br /&gt;Lehono ba hloname;&lt;br /&gt;Ba sinne meno go tsena dilabi;&lt;br /&gt;Makopo a ba imela;&lt;br /&gt;Maoto a tletse ka malala a kwaetse.&lt;br /&gt;Se tshoge ge ba go sia;&lt;br /&gt;Wa re ba ntlogeletse ke gona ke setse;&lt;br /&gt;Wa re ke setse kele nnosi;&lt;br /&gt;Lehu o lebagane le la pitsana;&lt;br /&gt;Aowa tsela ke e tee;&lt;br /&gt;Ka moka reya go fihla;&lt;br /&gt;E nyaka hloko le hlokomedisiso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-4774569647813198809?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/4774569647813198809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=4774569647813198809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/4774569647813198809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/4774569647813198809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/2008/12/ga-se-la-motloga-pele.html' title='Ga se la motloga pele'/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-1008899464900644535</id><published>2008-12-07T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T10:48:24.392-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sepedi poems'/><title type='text'>Ke a dibeditse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ntle le tikatiko;&lt;br /&gt;Ke a mogetse;&lt;br /&gt;Pele ke kgopela;&lt;br /&gt;Ke a mogetse;&lt;br /&gt;Boikgafo bjalo;&lt;br /&gt;Bo butse dikgoro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go nyaka kebe ke nyaka;&lt;br /&gt;Go kgopela ke be ke satlilo;&lt;br /&gt;Efela mahlong ke pharilwe;&lt;br /&gt;Ka diatla ka a dibetsa;&lt;br /&gt;Ka molomo ke lebogile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ditiro di a bontsha;&lt;br /&gt;Mosepelo oa bontsha;&lt;br /&gt;Dipolelo di a bontsha;&lt;br /&gt;Maitswaro a a bontsha;&lt;br /&gt;Gore swareledi ke tla swarelela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahlogonolo ke a leboga;&lt;br /&gt;Mahlogonolo ke a adibetsa;&lt;br /&gt;Ditebogo ke di lebisa go bohle;&lt;br /&gt;Bahlahli le banthuti;&lt;br /&gt;Bathekgi le balatedi;&lt;br /&gt;Di leba go bohle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-1008899464900644535?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/1008899464900644535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=1008899464900644535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/1008899464900644535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;What we have done together;&lt;br /&gt;Everything we did;&lt;br /&gt;Always comes in my mind;&lt;br /&gt;I will never stop thinking about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You mean a lot to me;&lt;br /&gt;You were a light of my life;&lt;br /&gt;And you are still;&lt;br /&gt;You were always my courage;&lt;br /&gt;When I was down;&lt;br /&gt;And you are still;&lt;br /&gt;You appreciated everything I did for you;&lt;br /&gt;And I did the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you back dear;&lt;br /&gt;The life that I am living now without you;&lt;br /&gt;I do not understand;&lt;br /&gt;Just because you are gone;&lt;br /&gt;You are far from my nerves;&lt;br /&gt;And far from my senses;&lt;br /&gt;Please come back;&lt;br /&gt;Because I need you back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-1135131332201875100?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-6650881164255248585</id><published>2008-12-06T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T08:40:13.838-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English Poetry'/><title type='text'>Let us celebrate the beauty;</title><content type='html'>Let us celebrate the beauty;&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of the beautiful mother land Africa;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unique Lakes and rivers in Limpopo;&lt;br /&gt;From Lepelle to Limpopo river;&lt;br /&gt;Low and high mountains of Limpopo;&lt;br /&gt;From Sekhukhune to Rite;&lt;br /&gt;And other African mountains like Drakensberg;&lt;br /&gt;Streaming water in the valleys of Mpumalanga;&lt;br /&gt;The beating sounds of drums at Mapungubje;&lt;br /&gt;And the beating sounds of drums by Sello Galane;&lt;br /&gt;Let us dance for the sound of a Sekgokolo and Matikwane;&lt;br /&gt;From our own Traditional Dancers Mafolosankwe Thabeng.&lt;br /&gt;In Africa a beautiful land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us celebrate the beauty;&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of the beautiful mother land Africa;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful landscapes in Limpopo;&lt;br /&gt;Through the Thabalesoba;&lt;br /&gt;On the way towards Musina;&lt;br /&gt;And the mountains of magagamatala;&lt;br /&gt;In Chuene Spoort towards the new lands of Lebowa kgomo and Sepana pudi.&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful sea view in Durban, Cape Town and Port Elizabeth;&lt;br /&gt;Africa celebrate oh Africa my beautiful mother land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us celebrate the beauty;&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of the beautiful mother land Africa;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us celebrate Africa it is our mother land;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not;&lt;br /&gt;Unbelievable cultural aspect of nature in Mpumalanga;&lt;br /&gt;And Cultural aspects of nature in Tjate towards Thabamosega;&lt;br /&gt;In the highlands of Sekhukhune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us celebrate the beating of drums by Sello Galane;&lt;br /&gt;Let us celebrate the beating of drums of Malopo and Mantau;&lt;br /&gt;Africa celebrate;&lt;br /&gt;So many cultures;&lt;br /&gt;So many believes;&lt;br /&gt;And so many tribes;&lt;br /&gt;Africa, let us celebrate;&lt;br /&gt;Let us dance for the beating of the drums of our ancestors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-6650881164255248585?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/6650881164255248585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=6650881164255248585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;First Time Pearl Shopper?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Start with our popular....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pearlnecklacecenter.com/akoya_necklaces.htm"&gt;Japanese Akoya Saltwater Necklaces&lt;/a&gt; - The best, directly from Japan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/STa3k3Hs4jI/AAAAAAAAAHg/k9cGz5mWD2k/s1600-h/bracelet_det_04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275605857410540082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/STa3k3Hs4jI/AAAAAAAAAHg/k9cGz5mWD2k/s320/bracelet_det_04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pearlnecklacecenter.com/pearl_necklaces.htm"&gt;Freshwater Necklaces&lt;/a&gt; - The most classical&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pearlnecklacecenter.com/pearl_earrings.htm"&gt;Pearl Earrings&lt;/a&gt; - Pearls make the perfect earrings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pearlnecklacecenter.com/pearl_bracelets.htm"&gt;Pearl Bracelets&lt;/a&gt; - Trendy bracelets made with pearls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People think pearls are old fashionable, they turn to go for other types of jewelry, but I do not blame them, is because they never saw pearl earrings, necklaces and bracelets from Classical Pearls Jewelry. People like us who had chance to experience and feel how precious pearls jewelry feel like when on your hand, we will never stop loving them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my bracelet not so long from Classical Pearls Jewelry and I gave it to m&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/STa3yRsv_eI/AAAAAAAAAHo/xG-3B5boa20/s1600-h/necklace_det_01_123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275606087883554274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/STa3yRsv_eI/AAAAAAAAAHo/xG-3B5boa20/s320/necklace_det_01_123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;y best friend as a holiday gift. She never believed herself; she was showing it to everyone. She says it fit with everything that she wears, from white, pink and it become more clamorous when wearing black suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pearlnecklacecenter.com/under_100.htm"&gt;http://www.pearlnecklacecenter.com/under_100.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I never thought I will ever have something so beautiful like this, everyone at work look at me like if there is something unusual about me. I like the bracelet, I will place an order so that I can get full package of necklace, earrings and bracelet.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You too can make someone feel happy this holidays, get one of Classical Pearls Jewelry at a very law cost you will never see. &lt;a href="http://www.pearlnecklacecenter.com/popular.htm"&gt;http://www.pearlnecklacecenter.com/popular.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following are unique features that make Classical Pearls Jewelry so unique than other jewelries.&lt;br /&gt;"Every pearl is hand-picked and hand-knotted with care.""Pearls are always a fashionable gift, to yourself or to your loved ones.""All our pearls are appraised by a IGI Graduate Gemologist.""All our pearls are Guaranteed 100% genuine." For your satisfactory black pearl necklace, akoya pearl necklace, freshwater pearl necklace visit: &lt;a href="http://www.pearl-necklace-jewelry.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.pearl-necklace-jewelry.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For any questions or queries regarding any of our Genuine Japanese Akoya Saltwater and Freshwater Pearls, please contact us at &lt;a href="mailto:info@pearlnecklacecenter.com"&gt;info@pearlnecklacecenter.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Genuine Japanese Akoya Saltwater and Freshwater Pearls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wear or Give Jewelry worth thousands and pay only hundreds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275606670103935442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 359px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/STa4UKo5-dI/AAAAAAAAAHw/NwkV4Dfopgw/s320/pearl_necklace_cart17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-618132748843472038?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/618132748843472038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/STa3k3Hs4jI/AAAAAAAAAHg/k9cGz5mWD2k/s72-c/bracelet_det_04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-8919322845683488775</id><published>2008-12-03T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T08:39:59.120-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English Poetry'/><title type='text'>Your Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is your picture on my wall;&lt;br /&gt;When I put it there;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it will be décor;&lt;br /&gt;But now it has another purpose;&lt;br /&gt;It is a friend;&lt;br /&gt;Who keeps me company all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks so beautiful;&lt;br /&gt;It really suits the room;&lt;br /&gt;I spent lot of my time looking at it;&lt;br /&gt;I spent lot of my time speaking to it;&lt;br /&gt;It is just friendly as you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing in the morning;&lt;br /&gt;I look at it;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing in the evening;&lt;br /&gt;I look at it;&lt;br /&gt;I never forget to lay my eyes on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always when looking on it;&lt;br /&gt;Many things come in to my mind;&lt;br /&gt;It has a lot of memories for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day when we meet;&lt;br /&gt;You were so sweet;&lt;br /&gt;So beautiful and humble;&lt;br /&gt;When looking on the picture;&lt;br /&gt;I still see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that we live far from each other;&lt;br /&gt;And we only leave after long time;&lt;br /&gt;But I have never missed you;&lt;br /&gt;Because of your picture;&lt;br /&gt;It always keeps me warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I do not regret what we did&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes;&lt;br /&gt;I do know what you mean;&lt;br /&gt;And I do know what you are thinking of.&lt;br /&gt;I do understand;&lt;br /&gt;Because we just met once;&lt;br /&gt;And we do not know each that much;&lt;br /&gt;What we did is not stupid;&lt;br /&gt;And it is not foolish.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should ask you this;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you think what we did is stupid?&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was fun;&lt;br /&gt;Was not it?&lt;br /&gt;Then why do you feel bad about it;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you regret it?&lt;br /&gt;I do not regret;&lt;br /&gt;Because we had fun.&lt;br /&gt;It was a lifetime experience;&lt;br /&gt;Do not you believe?&lt;br /&gt;About a Love at a first sight?&lt;br /&gt;I do believe in it,&lt;br /&gt;Because what happened;&lt;br /&gt;Is exactly what I am talking about.&lt;br /&gt;Stop worrying your self;&lt;br /&gt;Stop questioning what happened;&lt;br /&gt;Because it is now the past;&lt;br /&gt;Let us forget about it;&lt;br /&gt;And start planning;&lt;br /&gt;Let us plan about tomorrow;&lt;br /&gt;And enjoy who we are;&lt;br /&gt;We are meant for each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-8919322845683488775?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/8919322845683488775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=8919322845683488775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/8919322845683488775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/8919322845683488775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/2008/12/your-picture.html' title='Your Picture'/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-5613894819255518027</id><published>2008-12-02T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T09:56:07.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From today Poems will be updated daily</title><content type='html'>Dear readers, just know that from today poems in this site will be updated daily. Every day one or two poems will be posted. I hope you will enjoy the poems. I want to encouradge you to also sent me your poems so that they can be futured in this site. Discuss the poems with me, and i will discuss yours with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NB: INTRODUCTION OF POETRY CONTESTS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will soon be introducing poetry contest ( Only for South African Readers, Poets). You will be requested to supmit your poems and at the end of every week, one poem will get an amount of R 20,00. The winning poets will receive their awards when the money reach R200,00, so start sending your poems to &lt;a href="mailto:kpmoruthane@webmail.co.za"&gt;kpmoruthane@webmail.co.za&lt;/a&gt; . The poems will be selected, those which qualify for the weekly draw, will be poested during the week so that people can start voting for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closing date for submission is every saturday at 12:00. Any poem submited afer stipulated time and date will be posted a week after the one received late for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To vote for a poem: Go to comment and state your vote. The poem with many votes becomes weekly winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When sending your poem, also include your contact details. ( Not banking details )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For Today enjoy these poems.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So proud I stand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand up everyday;&lt;br /&gt;Pronouncing lout who am I;&lt;br /&gt;Telling people where am I from;&lt;br /&gt;Without fear but with self confidence;&lt;br /&gt;I stand before everyone;&lt;br /&gt;Telling them whom I used to be;&lt;br /&gt;Before yesterday and today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am proud to stand up;&lt;br /&gt;And fry Masutsa;&lt;br /&gt;Drink home made Amarura beer;&lt;br /&gt;And drink home made Mageu;&lt;br /&gt;I feel proud to tell people;&lt;br /&gt;That I grew up in a poverty striven area;&lt;br /&gt;Where I used to eat Dikodi and Matsankodi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even today where I am;&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow where I will be;&lt;br /&gt;I will never leave my past back;&lt;br /&gt;I will carry them with me where ever I go;&lt;br /&gt;So proud I will always stand;&lt;br /&gt;And pronounce who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were dancing a Masoboro dance;&lt;br /&gt;Singing songs of Basemanyana;&lt;br /&gt;Eating Mabilo and Mapara;&lt;br /&gt;Drinking Borolo and Manapo;&lt;br /&gt;So proud we stand;&lt;br /&gt;And always we will;&lt;br /&gt;Without any fear of intimidation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Young Lions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You the juvenile lions;&lt;br /&gt;Growl as tomorrow you will be in charge;&lt;br /&gt;You immature lions of South Africa;&lt;br /&gt;How will you bite tomorrow;&lt;br /&gt;How will you slay tomorrow;&lt;br /&gt;Because you are now divulging your teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get together juvenile lions;&lt;br /&gt;Plan for your outlook;&lt;br /&gt;Do not obliterate your nature;&lt;br /&gt;By so doing;&lt;br /&gt;You are also annihilating our motherland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grind your teeth;&lt;br /&gt;Prepares your self for tomorrow;&lt;br /&gt;Do not sit down and slumber;&lt;br /&gt;And anticipate to constantly be awakened;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be an extra day;&lt;br /&gt;And no one will stimulate you;&lt;br /&gt;You will be on your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be sure of the foot you shift first;&lt;br /&gt;Be sure sooner than making any move;&lt;br /&gt;Because your foremost shift;&lt;br /&gt;Determine your tomorrow;&lt;br /&gt;Watch your footsteps everyday;&lt;br /&gt;And you will live to see tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You young lions of South Africa;&lt;br /&gt;Go through all steps you are making;&lt;br /&gt;Prepares for a wrestle;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow y a wrestle is coming;&lt;br /&gt;And you will have to face it.&lt;br /&gt;With the look of my eyes;&lt;br /&gt;You do not look ready;&lt;br /&gt;If you do not prepares today;&lt;br /&gt;And look back to what you did;&lt;br /&gt;South Africa will lose tomorrow’s fight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-5613894819255518027?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/5613894819255518027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=5613894819255518027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/5613894819255518027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/5613894819255518027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/2008/12/from-today-poems-will-be-updated-daily.html' title='From today Poems will be updated daily'/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-7449865003551665571</id><published>2008-12-01T05:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T05:21:56.028-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HIV/AIDS Articles'/><title type='text'>Having Sex for the first time, IS IT GREAT OR WHAT?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a id="stry1" name="stry1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Read about personal stories&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Regrets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Well, most people would like to believe that the first time they have sex it will be amazing and exciting. I was one of those people, unfortunatly it didn't happen that way. I was 16 when I lost my virginity and I regret it every day of my life. My friend was 14 and she had an older bf at the age of 35, of course your thinking ew gross.... The thing is I could tell how they cared for each other it wasn't right but it wasn't totaly wrong either. I wanted what she had all of it and I figured that having an older bf would do it for me. So I set my eyes on her bf's roommate who was 50 he wasn't handsome rich or a perfect gentalmen but he liked me and that was enough for me. &lt;br /&gt;One night me and my friend went over to their house to drink and smoke pot and just have fun. She had told me that she wanted to lose her V-card and she wanted me to do it with her. I thought this is awesome I had always wanted to know what sex felt like and always felt like I was missing out because I hadn't had sex with anyone. It drove me nuts to know that my friends could do this and have this great time and I couldn't. I was determinded to do anything to lose my virginity. So I told her ok I want you to talk to your bf's roommate and when I said this her face lit up and she told me she was so proud of me. I thought great im so going to be in the club and I wont feel like an outsider in my group.&lt;br /&gt;I threw up all of the alcohol I had consumed brushed my teeth and started to hit on the Roommate. We ended up having sex that night 3 times it was rough and painful, there was no intimacy no passion it was just sex. after the first time that night I didnt want to do it again but of course he did so I felt I got myself into the situation so I might as well follow through and not be a pantsy. We also didnt use a condom because I felt tha the was older he knew what he was doing so I would just let it go. Not the mention I was scared of what he would say if  I demanded one, for the next 3 weeks I freaked out every day wondering if I was &lt;a href="http://www.avert.org/faqypsex.htm#q10"&gt;pregnant&lt;/a&gt;. Thinking what my parents would say if they ever found out, even the people at school because the guy could be my father.&lt;br /&gt;After that night I was disgusted with myself, not only had I had sex with a 50 year old man but I gave up my virginity for the right to say I wasnt a virgin anymore. The thing that I didn't realise was people applauded me more for being a virgin then for losing my virginity. It's something that I will always regret and I try to keep it out of my mind and heart but i thought it was important to share with others.&lt;br /&gt;No matter what your reasons are for having sex make sure it's with someone you care for and who cares for you, someone you are comfortable with enough to say I can't in the middle of sex if you need to. To feel powerless over you body is the worst feeling anyone can go through when losing your virginity. It's so very very important that you dont regret your first time because its something that will stay with you for life, it's not a one night deal. If your going to have sex no matter if its your first time or your 60th time it should be how your heart desires it because everyone deserves atleast that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.avert.org/morefirsttime.htm#top"&gt;back to top&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="stry2" name="stry2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa&lt;br /&gt;Hello Avert people My name is Vanessa and i am 14 years old this is my first time sex story and i thought i would share it with all the people reading your site. It would be pretty cool if you guys put it up, thankss, enjoy.(:&lt;br /&gt;  My name is Vanessa, I am 14 years old and my first time was great, and I will never regret it.So I lost my virginity with my boyfriend 10 days ago. I have been with him now for 2 months but we have liked each other for a while before that. We are completley in love and he is absolutley perfect. He is not only my boyfriend, but also my best friend and we are very close to each other. I love him soo soo much and I am really glad i made the choice to have sex with him. We had been talking about having sex a little bit but we were gonna wait till we were both ready and we werent sure if we were to young. Then one day when we were talking we realized our birthday was comming up (we have the same birthday) and that it would be so cool for both of us to loose are virginity on our birthday. He was very sweet about it tho and asked me over and over if I was sure I wanted to do this and we both decided we were ready. Time flew by and before I Knew it, there I was at his house, the morning of our birthday. I went to his house early and the day started out wonderful. We layed with each other for a very long time with the winter sun shining threw the window on us, just smiling at each other. Eventually we both started getting a little frisky and moved to the down stairs of his house in his brothers room. We were kinda scared cause his parents were home but that didnt stop us. He asked me if I was ready and I said yes. I took off my pants and he did the same. He put on a condom, of coarse, and then began to put it in me. I got really scared, It hurt reallllllllly realllyyyyy bad plus i was kind of nervous. When he seen that I was so uncomfortable we stopped and moved out to his shop so I wouldnt be as nervous. We tried again, and before i new it he was half way in. I'm not sure why it hurt sooo much but it was to much for me and i couldnt take it. I think it might be because I am natuarally really small,and didnt really masterbate, while he is way bigger then me and I just wasnt used to it. I was really dissapointed at first because i wanted to make him happy and I wanted it to work really bad. But, I will never forget how sweet and how sensetive he was acting. He told me it was completley okay and it didnt make any diffrence to him if we didnt have sex. He kissed me and held me tight assuring me that it was okay and we can try again some other time. While we were talking about everything I began to realize somthing, I felt really wet and woundered if I was bleeding. Me and him both checked to see if I was, and sure enough there was blood everywhere. Not as much as like on your period, but there was alot. I gave him a really big hug and we both figured he must have poped my cherry.&lt;br /&gt;Anywase a few days later we made another attempt to have sex and make it better. At first it hurt super bad but not to where I couldnt stand it, then the pain kind of just dissapeared as he moved in and out in an even pattern going deeper each time. This time it was much better and it felt SOOOO good. I cant even explain it. It was like everything around me didnt matter and I was completley relaxed, just me and him. We were both super happy that it worked and that it didnt hurt any more. We just layed smiling at each other and talking about how to make it better and what we liked. We ended up doing it about 4 times that night and loving every second with each other.I did bleed some more, kind of alot but it was alright i didn't really even notice. It's been over a week and everything is still perfect and we have only gotten closer since everything happen. We are still planning to have sex more but I think I am going to get on birth control and use condoms at the same time so i can be completley safe from getting pregnant. My advise to teens that have not yet had sex is to MAKE SURE YOU ARE READY AND YOU KNOW YOU WONT REGRET IT. It will be so much better if you are comfortable with the person your with and are positive that your ready. Also be sure to use some type of &lt;a href="http://www.avert.org/cpills.htm"&gt;contraceptive&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.avert.org/teencondoms.htm"&gt;condoms&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.avert.org/cpills.htm"&gt;birth control&lt;/a&gt;, spermicide, ect. to prevent from getting pregnant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.avert.org/morefirsttime.htm#top"&gt;back to top&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="stry3" name="stry3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer&lt;br /&gt;My first time wasnt all that great. I was 14 and he was 16. We were together and i guess it felt right. We were at my house laying on my bed. My mom was in the room, so we had no chance doing it there. We had been talking about it for a while, so we decited we were ready. But we needed a place to do it at. It was about nine pm, so we couldn't go back to his house because him mom was already home. So we went down stairs to his car. it was really awkward, we didnt know what position or anything. I ended up on my back with him laying on top of me. He put it in and out of nowhere, i felt this sharp pain. I told him to stop, so he went on to fingering me to get me wet. It hurt, alot. But i didnt tell him to stop. After an hour of that he said "ready?" and i nodded. He put it in and it didnt hurt as bad as that first time, but still painful. We went on for 3 hours. It was the best day of my life, and his car was a mess. Still till this day we are together. And ill never regret that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.avert.org/morefirsttime.htm#top"&gt;back to top&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="stry4" name="stry4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess&lt;br /&gt;My name is not really Jess.. I just turned 18 years old and my boyfriend just turned 19. &lt;br /&gt;I met my boyfriend When I was 14. I couldn’t stand him at first, but as we got to know each other better, I found myself falling in love with him. We had a gap of 2 years without seeing each other. It wasn’t until I was talking about him to one of my guy friend and he told me that he knew him. Then, he gave him my number and we start hanging out and seeing each other for the first time DURING FOUR YEARS. One day, he asked me to go over at his house. so I did. He was taking a shower when I got there and I asked him if I could hop in with him. He smiled and said yes.  We took a shower together, but nothing happened. Later, we were in his bedroom listening to music, playing, and talking. He asked what I wanted to do to kill the time and I replied I just want to have fun. well, I think he misunderstood me. So, we started to kiss and making out. Then, he reached for a condom in his drawer. I just looked at him and did not say anything (I guess I really wanted it). I help him put it on and he started to kiss me more and touching me. then, he put his penis in my Vagina. That was the most painful and at the same SWEET thing ever. It felt so good. We had sex for 45 minutes. we both were weak and weary after we were done. BUT it felt good. we had sex once after that and I had to move to another state which was and still is really painful to me. Its been 6 months since I haven't seen him. We still talk on the phone and we are more in love with each other each day that goes by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.avert.org/morefirsttime.htm#top"&gt;back to top&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="stry5" name="stry5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lauren&lt;br /&gt;Hey Guys Reading This!!&lt;br /&gt; I'm Lauren and im 14 years old. this all started on new years night up at the Murray river when me and a friend we were drinking with our families, we had so much do drink that we couldn't think properly. so we decided to go to bed were sharing the same tent like we do every year. we opened the tent a walked in and dropped on the bed i couldn't sleep well because i had a massive headache from drinking to much.So i ask my friend if we wanted to have sex,and he said yes. so i pulled out a condom ( which i bring up all the time just encases like this) and i give it to him to put on but he wasn't quite hard, so i asked him if he needed a hand to get horny so i gave him a hand job and a blow job which got him horny then he put the condom on . He got on top of me and we startedpashing and making out. Then we took our cloths off and start making out more then me moved his hand down and started to finger me with 2-4 finger. that got me all horny We were both virgins so it didn't bother us if we weren't that good. then he slowly slid inside of me, i was in pain but i could handle it, then he  started sliding up and down, it was so nice then he ejaculated and i had an orgasm  i didn't really keep track of time but it felt like 20 min, then we kept on going for another 10 min then we stopped because we were very tired.&lt;br /&gt;But remember to always use protection and if your not ready why bother tryingand make sure your partner is wanting to do it to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.avert.org/morefirsttime.htm#top"&gt;back to top&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="stry6" name="stry6"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniela&lt;br /&gt;Well..I lost my virginity last month.Im 15 so as my boyfriend. I had been knowing him for 2 years, he's my neighbor so i know almost his whole family (but no one knows we are going out).I been going to his house when his parents and my parents aren't in our house. We used to play with each other but we haven't went the far, so one time when I went to his house he ask me if I was ready I didn't answer nothing. I was think if I was ready, before I used to say no but now I think I was ready.&lt;br /&gt;So I lay down on the bed he put a pillow in me head, he ask me if I wanted to do it with a condom so I say yes. He put the condom on, then he was taking my clothes off, then he told me to move to the coach.He put me on the top, and when I notice he was moving me up and down.It didn't hurt me because I guess it was becuse I used to masturbate a lot.Then I felt like I wanted to pee, I got scared because I didn't knew what it was so I told him to stop because I didn't want to pee on him.Then we continue he was going fast then we move againg to his bed, this time I was on the bottom, he  told me to put my legs on top of him, it felt nice..Next day when I wake up I was so sore, i coldn't walk.My first was great.So yeah im still with him I feel that our relationship is growing more, everytime I see him I feel that I love him more..&lt;br /&gt;So my advice is the make sure you feel ready, and that you can masturbate to know your body better and tell him what you like, also use a condom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.avert.org/morefirsttime.htm#top"&gt;back to top&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="stry7" name="stry7"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am 18 years old and my boyfriend is 19. I was a virgin, and he wasn't. He had one previous sexual relationship prior to me. We have been going out for almost 2 months when we first had sex. Before that, we had fooled around but never went all the way. We would give each other &lt;a href="http://www.avert.org/oral-sex.htm"&gt;oral&lt;/a&gt;, but for a while that is the most we would do. He knew I was a virgin and he wanted to make sure I was ready before we had sex.&lt;br /&gt;The night we finally decided to do it, we were at his house and his parents were sleeping. We were both laying on the couch watching Planet Earth, and as soon as his mom left to go to bed...he lay on top of me and we started making out. He slipped his hand down my pants and began to finger me. Then he said he wanted to make love to me really badly, and asked if I wanted to. I felt like I was ready, and said yes. He went to get a condom, and when he came back he put it on and lay on top of me again. He fingered me a bit more to make sure I was really wet, and then he slowly slid it inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, it hurt a lot. He was very gentle though to make it as comfortable as possible for me. I told him to keep going though, even though it hurt me a lot. It wasn't unbearable pain...it didn't bring tears to my eyes. But it did make me yell out a bit (not loudly though, of course..his parents were sleeping).Even though it wasn't the most pleasurable for me, I am really glad it happened. And even though we've only been dating about 2 months, I am in love with him. We've known each other and liked each other for many months now. He felt really bad that our first time had to be painful, but he promised it would get less painful the more we did it. We are very much in love, and neither of us regret having sex this early in the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;My advice to others out there would be this:1) Make sure you are safe. You don't want to take the risk of getting pregnant, or contracting an &lt;a href="http://www.avert.org/teenstd.htm"&gt;STD&lt;/a&gt;. I recommend using a &lt;a href="http://www.avert.org/teencondoms.htm"&gt;condom&lt;/a&gt;, and another form of &lt;a href="http://www.avert.org/cpills.htm"&gt;birth control&lt;/a&gt; (such as the pill).2) Make sure you are both &lt;a href="http://www.avert.org/sex.htm"&gt;ready for sex&lt;/a&gt;. There is nothing worse than regretting your decision on having sex later on in life. You know you aren't ready if you are uncomfortable talking about sex with your partner, uncomfortable talking about or purchasing birth control, or not sure of your feelings for your partner.3) Take it slow and easy the first time. For the very first time, I suggest a guy-on-top position. You can tell him to go slower if needed, but it is less painful than girl-on-top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.avert.org/morefirsttime.htm#top"&gt;back to top&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="stry8" name="stry8"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John&lt;br /&gt;Ok well you need the entire story. Well during the summer i was visiting my Ma because my parents are divorced my little sis has a friend who knew my &lt;a href="http://www.avert.org/sfeel3.htm"&gt;girlfriend&lt;/a&gt; before she became my girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;So one day my little sis and her best friend invited my future gf over to hang out. I loved her at first sight, she was the most beutiful thing I've ever seen. So we really didn't talk the first day she was over, but the second day we started getting somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;Well I asked her out but she said shed think about it. Then i asked her 2 the circus (lame date i know) (by the way were not normal both of us are emo). I didn't think she liked it too much. 2 days later I asked her to come and chill here at my place we started holding hands and cuddling.&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway 3 days after that she was at a party that i went to also. This was my last day with her before I had to go with my dad again to live 250 miles away from her. She came over after the party and we chilled. I finally got the guts to ask if she would kiss me and she did, we were makin out all day.&lt;br /&gt;Well I had to go back to new york and I cried a lot cause at this point I loved her. For a month I didnt see her, I talked on da fone wit her everyday, long distance so it raised the phone bill a lot. After begging my Dad I finally got to live with my Mom and be with Makaila, my gf. I've been liven here for a month and weve been dating for 2 1/2 months and I am completely in love with her.&lt;br /&gt;So today we had &lt;a href="http://www.avert.org/sex-quiz.php"&gt;sex&lt;/a&gt;. We had planned out using this website and planned parenthood. We are not comfortable telling our parents about this obviously. Well today was the best day of my life, she is exremely hot. She gave me a blowjob 3 times. I finally jumped on top of her and started putting in and out. She loved I could tell. I had condom on.&lt;br /&gt;Now we're planning to get married when I'm 25 and she's 24 on Halloween as there will be a full moon that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.avert.org/morefirsttime.htm#top"&gt;back to top&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="stry9" name="stry9"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindsey&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.avert.org/sfeel2.htm"&gt;first time I had sex&lt;/a&gt; was when I was 16 and I am now 19. I so wish I would of waited until i was married.&lt;br /&gt;The guy I was dating at the time was 15, and that's all he wanted was sex, but little did I know that. So as the story goes I fell in love with this guy but I never wanted to have sex with him because I believed in the bible and I went to church every Sunday. So I wanted to wait, but that's not what he wanted, so he would always push the issue.&lt;br /&gt;So one day he said if i really loved him then I would give it to him so finally I did. The physical part didnt hurt, the emotional part did. I lay there on his basement floor crying and he couldn't of cared less. Now that i am 19 years old I am learning from my mistake and waiting until I am married to have sex.&lt;br /&gt;You should never put pressure on someone to have sex or be forced into having sex. Read our pages on &lt;a href="http://www.avert.org/teensex.htm"&gt;sex and the law&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.avert.org/morefirsttime.htm#top"&gt;back to top&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="stry10" name="stry10"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniella&lt;br /&gt;It was one week before my 14th birthday and me and my boyfriend were round his house just chilling and eating popcorn. We had been dating for about 3 years and our relationship had gotten stronger. I know what you're all thinking 13? she must have been having a teenage crush but it wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;He was 15 and wasn't a virgin but i was. We started talking about sex and i guess things started to get all heated up and i guess i started to get horny. I told him i wanted to have sex and he looked at me all surprised and he was like are you sure and i said yes.&lt;br /&gt;We started to kiss really steamily as well and before you knew it i was naked and so was he. He was kissing my chest and caressing me gently it felt so good. He then worked his way downwards....By this time he was hard and so he put a condom on and started 2 enter me. It hurt soooo bad i was in so much pain and he kept asking me if i was o.k. and he kept stopping but i urged him 2 carry on. It took about 10 mins. 4 him to enter me fully then he started going in n out n he kept saying he loved me. It started to feel sooooooo good i didn't want 2 stop. I was moaning really loudly n he was moaning 2 and he came. He then went to the bathroom and i wiped off the blood and put a pad on (good thing i always kept one in my bag)&lt;br /&gt;We have been together for 6 years now and now 20 we always have protected sex. I'll never forget my first time it was just amaazing. Remember always use protection and don't let anyone force you into having sex wait until YOU are READY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;AVERT has more information on &lt;a href="http://www.avert.org/aofconsent.htm"&gt;age of consent&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.avert.org/sex.htm"&gt;having sex for the first time&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.avert.org/morefirsttime.htm#top"&gt;back to top&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="stry11" name="stry11"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynn&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'd like to say that my first time was romantic and well planned and I'm dearly in love with the guy. But, I guess I don't think of sex as that big of a deal - now, I did wait until I was 16 and I really do like and care for the guy I did it with, but we didn't wait particularly long or anything like that before experimenting. I don't think sex is what defines a relationship, and I almost think society puts it as too much of a sacred thing to do or not do. It's just human nature. On the other hand, I've never been much for commitments, so maybe it's just my skewed vision of the world, heh.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure why out of the very few guys I've dated or been with I picked this guy to have sex with. I do know one thing to recommend to you, though; I am glad he had more experience than me, a lot. It wasn't awkward or anything at all. In fact, it felt great. Amazing. Somehow I get the impression if I'd lost my virginity with another virgin, it would have been rather weird for both of us. Of course, I also have a close friend who waited 9 months before she and her virgin boyfriend had sex, and she said it was amazing and not awkward at all. So, I guess it depends on the chemistry between partners.&lt;br /&gt;First things first, don't ever chance anything. Always use protection, or be on &lt;a href="http://www.avert.org/cpills.htm"&gt;birth control&lt;/a&gt; (and then make sure the guy is tested for &lt;a href="http://www.avert.org/stds.htm"&gt;STDs&lt;/a&gt; if you don't want to use a condom...). NEVER let either partner convince you to "just this once" have unprotected sex. And girls, don't think a guy will get mad if you stop him and tell him to put on a condom. If he does, then you should probably rethink your decision to have sex with him. I know my first time I outright told him "I'll have sex with you only if you put a condom on", and he was fine with it.&lt;br /&gt;I've heard horror stories of the first time hurting a lot for girls. I guess thankfully that wasn't an issue for me. Briefly, for the first few seconds yeah it was kind of painful, but not unbearable - just slightly uncomfortable. Your body has to adjust. Depending on how much you've done with your partner already - for example, manual masturbation (aka fingering, etc), will make the first time having sex probably not as bad...but everyone is different. As for blood, yes, I bled a little, but I didn't even notice. It wasn't until the guy I was with mentioning there was blood on his condom that I even knew, and it wasn't much at all. But once again, everyone is different.&lt;br /&gt;Sex will hurt the first time if you're tense and not wet enough. So warm up for a while and make sure you both are ready, and just relax. And believe me, the more relaxed you are, the easier it is for you to orgasm as well - so if you want to really enjoy sex, you just need to be comfortable and trust the guy you're with.&lt;br /&gt;And that's another thing - tell him how you feel! If something hurts, let him know. Even more, if something feels good, definitely let him know! Trust me, he will love it if you tell him that feels good and to do more. But importantly, if something hurts, make sure you tell him. There is no point in getting yourself in pain. Sex shouldn't be painful. If he's pulling or pushing too hard on your legs, or moving too hard or fast, just tell him. If he is too selfish not to listen to you, then I'd say you might need to rethink your relationship. Sex is a mutual thing between two people. And while you don't have a conversation during sex per se, nothing is sexier than you and your partner saying how they feel being with you at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;Don't rush things - looking back, waiting might have been a better choice, or it might not have. It depends on your own personal view of the world. If you don't feel ready 100%, then DON'T have sex. That goes for either gender - never feel pressured to have sex - or do anything sexual for that matter. There is no magical age limit, no magical time limit...though I please encourage you to wait until you are at least 16. 16 for some reason in my mind is the earliest I think someone should lose their virginity. But your partner should understand and appreciate your feelings about waiting. If they can't, then there are some things you need to talk out.&lt;br /&gt;I don't regret my decision to have sex with someone I wasn't necessarily in love with. I know some people think you should only have sex with someone you care deeply for - and that makes it more memorable and exciting. Do not take me as a "whore"...I do not casually have sex with guys. For some reason, this guy just "felt" right for me at the time. I hadn't had many relationships prior, but this one just felt different. He made me comfortable and calm, and made me feel good (and I made him feel good in return). So while we were not "in love", I do think he was the right choice for me to lose my virginity to. Could there have been someone else waiting? Perhaps. But I don't like to dwell on what if statements too much.&lt;br /&gt;Another thing; sex is awkward. I don't necessarily mean the act, but what happens afterwards. If you're madly in love with someone, then hopefully sex won't change your relationship too much - and if it does, hopefully for the better. But if you end up making the decision with someone you aren't close with, what happens? How important is it to you to stay with that person, to be closer, to have a relationship? You need to talk these things out BEFORE you have sex with them. That is the one mistake I made...the guy and I had not really set ground rules for what we as a couple were status wise - whether casual friends, or partners, or what. That was a bit awkward afterwards, but we sorted it all out. So just be sure you two know where you stand with each other before you go and have sex with them.&lt;br /&gt;So in short, wait until you're ready, be safe, use protection, and have fun.&lt;br /&gt;For answers to common questions on sex try our &lt;a href="http://www.avert.org/faqypsex.htm"&gt;FAQ&lt;/a&gt; pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.avert.org/morefirsttime.htm#top"&gt;back to top&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="stry12" name="stry12"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&lt;br /&gt;I was 18 and my boyfriend 19 when we first had sex, we were both virgins. We'd been close for about 4-5 months and dating for around a month. One night we were fooling around - touching, rubbing - and he asked if he should get a &lt;a href="http://www.avert.org/condom-quiz.php"&gt;condom&lt;/a&gt;, I nodded. He went away and came back with an empty box, saying that his brother had nicked them all; so we drove to the store to get some. We got back and went back to his room, we took each other's clothes off and started kissing. He laid me down on the bed and was very gentle. He looked into my eyes and told me to let him know if i wanted to stop or go slower.&lt;br /&gt;He put the condom on with a little lube, and we got started. It hurt - a lot. We stopped while he put on a lot more lube and then it went much easier. Mind you, it still hurt! He was very caring and felt bad that he was hurting me, but we took it slow and I told him how I felt which made it feel so much more special. I didn't count how long it lasted, but I would guess maybe around 20 minutes. It was painful for me but towards the end it began to feel good. The next day I had a little spot bleeding and was a little sore.&lt;br /&gt;I know a lot of girls expect their first time to be amazing, but end up hurt and disappointed. I can honestly say that my night was perfect, despite the pain, because my boy was so caring and gentle and we communicated with each other.&lt;br /&gt;My advice to any young girl considering to lose her virginity, is to think it over and over, trust your partner and be completely comfortable with him, dont be tense, use lots of lube, and most importantly, wear a condom!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.avert.org/morefirsttime.htm#top"&gt;back to top&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="stry13" name="stry13"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ED, 16&lt;br /&gt;Well im ..... lets just call me ED (thats not my real name) i am 16 and my girl friend just turned 16 .&lt;br /&gt;We were dating for about 2 months and one day my parents were out of town for the hole day. I had just got home from Cross Country practice and well i was all sweaty and gross so i hopped in the shower because she was coming over to watch a movie (Horror movie) and well i didn't want to stink. So i just got done with my shower and got changed really fast cause she was coming over in like 5 minutes. So she came and it was around 7pm and we started watching the movie, it was a little scary so we got closer together and i kissed her once on the lips. The movie got a little scary for her so we went up to my room and sat on my floor. We started to talk about all sorts of things and then sex came up. We both were virgins and had never done anything that serious before with each other. So the conversation got a little "HOT" and she asked me if i wanted to make out and i said yeah. So i guess she was really horny because she got on top of me and we fell into a deep kiss or make out.&lt;br /&gt;After about 5 minutes of making out she got up and we moved to the bed, and i got on top of her. We were still making out and then i asked if she wanted to have sex and she said yes. I was kinda nervous since this was mine and her first time. My arms were shaking a little bit. I pulled a condom out of my shoe box were i hide it under my bed. She was laying down and we made eye contact and i don't know what came over us but we just started to make out some more. I started to unzip her jeans and i could feel her hands taking off my belt. She took my pants off and i took hers off too. We were both in our underwear and then i took her shirt off and mine. She took her panties off and her bra so i took my boxers off. I put the condom on and paused for about 2 seconds. Then i started to get nervous and then she grabbed my penis and put it in her. She made a gasp and i could tell it hurt so i stopped and she told me it was okay and so i started to do it again. Every time she made a gasp i would stop until a minute into it she started to moan. As we were having sex she kept moaning  louder and louder. It felt so GOOOOD! We did it for about a little over 6 minutes. After, we just kissed on my bed for a little bit. It was one of the most amazing moments of my life because it was with her. After that night we felt closer to each other and it felt amazing. To this day we cant stop looking at each other in this loving stare.&lt;br /&gt;I say you should wait until you find some one that you really really like or it wont mean as much. I don't regret it and nether does she. Were still 16 and still very much in love.Thanks for reading....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.avert.org/morefirsttime.htm#top"&gt;back to top&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="stry14" name="stry14"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley&lt;br /&gt;I met my boyfriend at the movies while I was with my friends about 4 months ago. I didn't pay too much attention to him at first but he asked for my number so I gave it to him. As we started talking I realized he was a really nice guy. By the way he is 17.&lt;br /&gt;So we hung out and talked for about three months and we had talked about having sex but I wasn't quite sure if I was really ready. He wasn't a virgin but he told me we didn't have to do it if I was ready yet. That made me feel great.  So one day he met me after I had gotten my hair done and we went to his house talked for a while. We ended up having sex. &lt;br /&gt;We started off slow but  it still hurt a lot but i got used to the feeling. It was amazing. :-)  I don't regret having sex one bit. He loves me and I love him and we were ready for that step. So if any girl  isn't sure of think she's too young. Just look within yourself and talk to your boyfriend about it. Then if you feel comfortable do it.&lt;br /&gt;If you have any questions about sex have a look at AVERT's &lt;a href="http://www.avert.org/sfeel3.htm"&gt;relationships&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.avert.org/sfeel1.htm"&gt;how to have sex&lt;/a&gt; page&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.avert.org/morefirsttime.htm#top"&gt;back to top&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="stry15" name="stry15"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anon, 15&lt;br /&gt;As I was reading the &lt;a href="http://www.avert.org/stories.htm"&gt;stories&lt;/a&gt; on your site about people's first times having sex, I thought about mine and figured that it might help someone.&lt;br /&gt;hey, I'm not going to state my name because thats not really important. I was 15 when i lost my virginity. It wasn't too long ago, but now I'm 16 and I don't regret it one bit. I used to think that sex was a big deal and that my first time would be meaningful with someone who I loved. I was completely wrong. He wasn't my boyfriend, and I knew what type if boy he was (hes been with other girls etc.). In my opinion, having sex (especially it being my first time) with someone who was experienced was a must. Since it was my first time and I had no clue what I was doing, I knew he would. The main reason I ended up having sex with him is because I was completely comfortable around him. We were friends, chilled all the time, and always kinda had a thing for each other; but nothing too serious.&lt;br /&gt;I knew from the first time I hung out with him that he was going to be my first; sounds crazy but its true. And guess what; it happened. We planned on hanging out, so at night i went over to his house. He snuck me in because his mom was home and she had work in the morning so, noone was allowed over. There was a few close calls, but then it was all good. Like normal, we chilled on his bed laying there, talking, and just doing what we always do. It started out by kissing, then touching, some clothes comming off and then him holding up the condom; gesturing that we should have sex. At first I was hesitant, but then I said yes. I was so nervous that my legs were shaking. He told me to trust him (which I already did) and that everythings going to be fine. Did it hurt? YES. But after just a little while, it felt good. And after it was over, I realized that there was no reason to be as scared and nervous as I was. We had sex a few times after that.&lt;br /&gt;One thing you should know; after having sex for the first time, don't tell someone who will say something negative and make you feel horrible about it. The day after, I told my bestfriend and she made me feel so bad, that i started to cry and began to regret it. But after taking to him and one other friend, I felt much better. It was something I wanted to do, so I did it. Don't let people change your opinion on your first time. I did it for myself, not my bestfriend, not the boy I did it with, just me. And usually I do more things for other people then I do for myself, so it was nice knowing that I finaly did something for me.&lt;br /&gt;Also, you shouldn't worry about other peoples opinions on when you should have sex and who it should be with. That's up to you, and no-one else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.avert.org/morefirsttime.htm#top"&gt;back to top&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="stry16" name="stry16"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manny&lt;br /&gt;Hello. I have read many of the stories and realized that all of the stories are from females, but i am a male.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, well me and my girlfriend have had feelings for each other for about 8 years now but just started dating about 6-7 months ago. I am now 15. two mornings ago, I was bored at home so i went to her house and we sat there and we made eggs together and i made her tea and it started as a great morning. Well, we started watching a movie together and before i knew it we both had hickys and i was on top of her telling her how much i loved her.&lt;br /&gt;From there i felt her hands fumbling with my pants buckle and thought that we would chicken out. All of a sudden i realized i was in the process of taking off her pants and neither of us had shirts on. We started kissing and i started fingering her.&lt;br /&gt;The next thing i knew was that i was inside her, but unfortunately i &lt;a href="http://www.avert.org/faqpreg.htm#q4"&gt;didn't pull out in time&lt;/a&gt;. I have been looking all over the internet and found that about 1/3 of girls get &lt;a href="http://www.avert.org/pregnancy-quiz.php"&gt;pregnant&lt;/a&gt; their first time. Now i cant sleep, i cant think straight, because I'm worried that she might be pregnant, and she is only 15.&lt;br /&gt;If i could do that morning all over again i would probably made sure nothing like that happens, but i can't go back in time so I'm praying to god asking him to forgive me. Everything is in his hands now.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading, and remember sometimes its good to wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.avert.org/morefirsttime.htm"&gt;http://www.avert.org/morefirsttime.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-7449865003551665571?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/7449865003551665571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=7449865003551665571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/7449865003551665571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/7449865003551665571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/2008/12/having-sex-for-first-time-is-it-great.html' title='Having Sex for the first time, IS IT GREAT OR WHAT?'/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-2016478958078426294</id><published>2008-12-01T05:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T05:18:33.641-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HIV/AIDS Articles'/><title type='text'>World Aids Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/STPkG47ER1I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/7oWdH982ffU/s1600-h/WAD_header.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274810395591460690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/STPkG47ER1I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/7oWdH982ffU/s320/WAD_header.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/STPj-_EvB0I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dbJpggoDijE/s1600-h/WAD08-20th-Anniversary_mondoheader.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/STPj52oh_9I/AAAAAAAAAHA/BB1Dtz4W8dc/s1600-h/normal_photo_no_2627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274810171638546386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/STPj52oh_9I/AAAAAAAAAHA/BB1Dtz4W8dc/s320/normal_photo_no_2627.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;According to UNAIDS estimates, there are now 33.2 million people living with HIV, including 2.5 million children. During 2007 some 2.5 million people became newly infected with the virus. Around half of all people who become infected with HIV do so before they are 25 and are killed by AIDS before they are 35.&lt;br /&gt;Around 95% of people with &lt;a title="HIV and AIDS page" href="http://www.avert.org/aids.htm"&gt;HIV/AIDS&lt;/a&gt; live in developing nations. But HIV today is a threat to men, women and children on all continents &lt;a title="around the world page" href="http://www.avert.org/aroundworld.htm"&gt;around the world&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Started on 1st December 1988, World AIDS Day is about raising money, increasing awareness, fighting prejudice and improving education. World AIDS Day is important in reminding people that HIV has not gone away, and that there are many things still to be done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.avert.org/worldaid.htm"&gt;http://www.avert.org/worldaid.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-2016478958078426294?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/2016478958078426294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=2016478958078426294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/2016478958078426294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/2016478958078426294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/2008/12/world-aids-day.html' title='World Aids Day'/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/STPkG47ER1I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/7oWdH982ffU/s72-c/WAD_header.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-7207585630553496681</id><published>2008-12-01T05:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T05:09:25.492-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HIV/AIDS Articles'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/STPh16V2CaI/AAAAAAAAAGo/EBjYwkf6EAo/s1600-h/WAD08-20th-Anniversary_mondoheader.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274807904891177378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 494px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 105px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/STPh16V2CaI/AAAAAAAAAGo/EBjYwkf6EAo/s320/WAD08-20th-Anniversary_mondoheader.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World AIDS Day 2008:LEAD-EMPOWER-DELIVER&lt;br /&gt;03/06/2008 9:07 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leadership is the theme for World AIDS Day 2007 and 2008, promoted with the campaigning slogan, “Stop AIDS. Keep the Promise.”&lt;br /&gt;Leadership encourages leaders at all levels to stop AIDS. Building on the 2006 theme of accountability, leadership highlights the discrepancy between the commitments that have been made to halt the spread of AIDS, and actions taken to follow them through. Leadership empowers everyone – individuals, organisations, governments – to lead in the response to AIDS.&lt;br /&gt;In 2007, people around the world were encouraged to take the lead to stop AIDS. Campaigns took the shape of marches, leadership discussions, public awareness events and pledges from leaders. These events all helped to put leadership in the spotlight.&lt;br /&gt;People have offered their leadership – now it is time to deliver. Promises must be kept, and people must feel empowered to act.&lt;a id="eztoc348770_0_0_1" name="eztoc348770_0_0_1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is 2008 important?&lt;br /&gt;2008 marks the 20th anniversary of World AIDS Day. Since 1988, the face and response to AIDS has greatly changed. While many of these changes are positive, this anniversary offers us an opportunity to highlight how much more still needs to be done.&lt;br /&gt;For example:&lt;br /&gt;Leaders in most countries from around the world now acknowledge the threat of AIDS, and many have committed to do something about it. As of 2007, nearly all countries have national policies on HIV. However, despite these policies, most have not been fully implemented and many lack funding allocations.&lt;br /&gt;While treatment for HIV and AIDS has improved and become more widespread since 1988, many still do not have access to it – in 2007 only 31% of those in low- to middle-income countries who need treatment received it.&lt;br /&gt;Despite HIV awareness now reaching nearly all areas of the globe, infection rates are still happening 2.7 times faster than the increase in number of people receiving treatment.&lt;br /&gt;While the number of countries protecting people living with HIV continue to increase, one third of countries still lack legal protections and stigma and discrimination continues to be a major threat to universal access.&lt;br /&gt;More broadly, real action on HIV and AIDS and human rights remains lacking. Legal barriers to HIV services still exist for groups such as women, adolescents, sex workers, people who use drugs, and men having sex with men, and programmatic responses promoting HIV-related human rights have yet to be prioritised.&lt;br /&gt;World AIDS Day began in 1988 when health ministers from around the world met and agreed on the concept of the day as an opportunity for all of us to come together to demonstrate the importance of AIDS and show solidarity for the cause. In 2008, this underlining principle of solidarity and awareness remains the same.&lt;br /&gt;We have only two years to go for “the goal of universal access to comprehensive prevention programmes, treatment, care and support by 2010”&lt;a href="http://www.worldaidscampaign.org/static/en/Key-events/World-AIDS-Day/World-AIDS-Day-2008/Lead-Empower-Deliver/#_ftn1" target="_self"&gt;[1]&lt;/a&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;To achieve this goal, leadership and action is needed now. Governments must deliver on the promises they have made. Communities must encourage leadership of its members. Individuals must feel empowered to access treatment, to know their rights and take action against stigma and discrimination, and to know and use methods of prevention against receiving and transmitting HIV.&lt;a id="eztoc348770_0_1" name="eztoc348770_0_1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, more than ever is the time to lead – empower – deliver.&lt;br /&gt;For more information on the theme of leadership, &lt;a href="http://www.worldaidscampaign.info/index.php/en/wac/world_aids_day__1/world_aids_day_2007__1/world_aids_day_2007_theme_leadership" target="_self"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;To see the 2008 World AIDS Day posters and materials, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.worldaidscampaign.org/static/en/Key-events/World-AIDS-Day/World-AIDS-Day-2008/Lead-Empower-Deliver/"&gt;http://www.worldaidscampaign.org/static/en/Key-events/World-AIDS-Day/World-AIDS-Day-2008/Lead-Empower-Deliver/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-7207585630553496681?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/7207585630553496681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=7207585630553496681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/7207585630553496681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/7207585630553496681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/2008/12/world-aids-day-2008lead-empower-deliver.html' title=''/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/STPh16V2CaI/AAAAAAAAAGo/EBjYwkf6EAo/s72-c/WAD08-20th-Anniversary_mondoheader.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-8798551116704503569</id><published>2008-11-05T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T08:44:45.878-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>Obama says thank you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/SRHNJ-WE2LI/AAAAAAAAAFM/81CD67_HcOU/s1600-h/thankyou_banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265215010610927794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 414px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/SRHNJ-WE2LI/AAAAAAAAAFM/81CD67_HcOU/s320/thankyou_banner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                    Obama says thank you!&lt;br /&gt;You proved that change can happen. You built an unprecedented grassroots organization in all 50 states that brought a record number of people into the political process -- many for the first time, many for the first time in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;Our success required unprecedented resources, and our the Democratic National Committee played a major role on the ground efforts that generated record turnout up and down the ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Obama is saying about Foreign Policy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Secure loose nuclear materials from terrorists:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama and Biden will secure all loose nuclear materials in the world within four years, and will negotiate a verifiable global ban on the production of new nuclear weapons material to curb the spread of nuclear weapons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Barack Obama will pursue tough, direct diplomacy without preconditions to end the threat from Iran:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Obama and Biden will present the Iranian regime with a clear choice. If Iran abandons its nuclear program and support for terrorism, they would offer incentives like membership in the World Trade Organization. If Iran continues its troubling behavior, Obama and Biden will step up our economic pressure and political isolation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Renew American diplomacy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Obama and Biden will renew American diplomacy to meet the challenges of the 21st century. They will rebuild our alliances. And they would be willing to meet with all nations, friend and foe, to advance American interests.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For more information go to:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.barackobama.com/index.php"&gt;http://www.barackobama.com/index.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-8798551116704503569?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/8798551116704503569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=8798551116704503569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/8798551116704503569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/8798551116704503569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/2008/11/obama-says-thank-you.html' title='Obama says thank you!'/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/SRHNJ-WE2LI/AAAAAAAAAFM/81CD67_HcOU/s72-c/thankyou_banner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-7898089045570646428</id><published>2008-11-05T08:38:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T08:39:10.888-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>Nelson Mandela and Desmond tutu congratulate Obama</title><content type='html'>Nelson Mandela and Desmond tutu congratulate Obama&lt;br /&gt;November 05, 2008, 12:15.&lt;br /&gt;SABCNEWS.COM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Archbishop Emeritus Desmond Tutu and former president Nelson Mandela have joined Americans and people around the world in congratulating Democrat Senator Barack Obama on being elected as the first-ever African-American president.Tutu also congratulated Obama and his partner Joe Biden on their election victory. He says the victory is almost similar to that of South Africans when Nelson Mandela became the first black South African President in 1994. Tutu says the win shows that change is possible in the world. Obama will be sworn in as America's 44th president in January. In a letter to Obama, Mandela says his victory demonstrates that no one in the world should not dare to dream of wanting to change the world for a better place. He has applauded Obama's commitment to supporting world peace and security. Madiba has also expressed the hope that Obama will make it his mission to combat poverty and disease everywhere&lt;br /&gt;To get more about the story go to SABCNEWS site:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sabcnews.com/south_africa/general/0,2172,179393,00.html"&gt;http://www.sabcnews.com/south_africa/general/0,2172,179393,00.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-7898089045570646428?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/7898089045570646428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=7898089045570646428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/7898089045570646428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/7898089045570646428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/2008/11/nelson-mandela-and-desmond-tutu.html' title='Nelson Mandela and Desmond tutu congratulate Obama'/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-8497645389918748151</id><published>2008-11-05T08:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T08:38:38.200-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>Obama's victory brings a new dawn of leadership</title><content type='html'>Obama's victory brings a new dawn of leadership&lt;br /&gt;JONATHAN FREEDLAND - Nov 05 2008 11:56&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man who once described himself as a "skinny kid with a funny name" stood before a vast, euphoric crowd -- and a watching world -- and in a speech that was by turns sombre and inspirational, took upon his shoulders the great weight of leadership of the United States of America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To find more about the story go to Mail &amp;amp; Guardian site :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mg.co.za/article/2008-11-05-obamas-victory-brings-a-new-dawn-of-leadership"&gt;http://www.mg.co.za/article/2008-11-05-obamas-victory-brings-a-new-dawn-of-leadership&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-8497645389918748151?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/8497645389918748151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=8497645389918748151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/8497645389918748151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/8497645389918748151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/2008/11/obamas-victory-brings-new-dawn-of.html' title='Obama&apos;s victory brings a new dawn of leadership'/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-8345424232616469854</id><published>2008-11-05T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T08:38:02.574-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>Obama victory highlights need for change: Shikota</title><content type='html'>Obama victory highlights need for change: Shikota&lt;br /&gt;November 05, 2008, 14:30&lt;br /&gt;The Lekota-Shilowa political party says US President-elect, Barack Obama's landslide victory, signifies the strength of the will of people hungry for change. In a congratulatory statement, Mosiuoa Lekota says the victory also demonstrates that in a democracy, people had the power to change the course of history. Lekota has praised Obama's promotion of the value system, which includes human decency and respect and protection of the environment. Labour federation Cosatu has described Obama's victory as a huge step forward in the battle to defeat racism and discrimination in the United States and around the world.&lt;br /&gt;For more about the story go to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sabcnews.com/politics/the_parties/0,2172,179400,00.html"&gt;http://www.sabcnews.com/politics/the_parties/0,2172,179400,00.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-8345424232616469854?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/8345424232616469854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=8345424232616469854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/8345424232616469854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/8345424232616469854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/2008/11/obama-victory-highlights-need-for.html' title='Obama victory highlights need for change: Shikota'/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-2216815445546743926</id><published>2008-11-02T02:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T02:23:11.261-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youth'/><title type='text'>Hummer man, sex worms a myth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.news24.com/News24/South_Africa/News/0,,2-7-1442_2402104,00.html"&gt;http://www.news24.com/News24/South_Africa/News/0,,2-7-1442_2402104,00.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hummer man, sex worms a myth30/09/2008 14:00  - (SA)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oris Mnisi &amp;amp; Thandy Ndlovu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polokwane - Limpopo health officials have denied rumours that a growing number of women are seeking treatment for worms in their vaginas.&lt;br /&gt;Rumours are doing the rounds that, in the past two months, a man driving a black Hummer has slept with and infected women from Phalaborwa to Polokwane, Mankweng, Mokopane.&lt;br /&gt;"We are very concerned about these malicious rumours because curious people are flocking to our health facilities to catch a glimpse of these non-existent patients," said provincial health spokesperson Phuti Seloba.&lt;br /&gt;He said some people arrive with R30 and ask hospital staff to buy liver with it, because they've heard that if the liver is placed on the woman's vagina, it will draw out the worms.&lt;br /&gt;"We would really like to inform people that we do not have such patients in our hospitals - either now or in the past," said Seloba.&lt;br /&gt;Instead, he reminded the public to practise safe sex by wearing a condom as part of the Zinthande (love yourself) campaign.&lt;br /&gt;"The campaign is aimed to ensure that people manage and control the number of sexual partners they have in a lifetime. It is critical that people not wake up in bed with strangers," he said.&lt;br /&gt;Limpopo police spokesperson Superintendent Moatshe Ngoepe said that while police had heard rumours of the Hummer man, no one had come forward to open a case against him.&lt;br /&gt;"People have been talking about this Hummer man but they don't report him and there's no clear description of him," said Ngoepe.&lt;br /&gt;Ngoepe urged anyone with more solid information about the man to go to their nearest police station.&lt;br /&gt;- African Eye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-2216815445546743926?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/2216815445546743926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=2216815445546743926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/2216815445546743926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/2216815445546743926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/2008/11/hummer-man-sex-worms-myth.html' title='Hummer man, sex worms a myth'/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-5240858956139254347</id><published>2008-10-19T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T02:07:09.420-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youth'/><title type='text'>Is that true</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://my.nowpublic.com/barbara-mcpherson"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-5240858956139254347?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/5240858956139254347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=5240858956139254347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/5240858956139254347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/5240858956139254347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-safricans-have-to-say-about-hummer.html' title='Is that true'/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-5882132131679080445</id><published>2008-10-16T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T23:33:26.261-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youth'/><title type='text'>A progressive youth club AURA was launched in University of Limpopo</title><content type='html'>A progressive youth club AURA was launched in University of Limpopo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a time of more than decades the university of Limpopo students were waiting for a social club with a progressive nature to take them from where they are to an upper level of responsibility to the communities they are coming from. On the 20th September this progressive organization which on no account has a particular relationship with the university was officially announced to students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This organization caters for students who are coming from all areas of Sekhukhune district municipality from: Fetakgomo, Makhuduthamaga, Tubatse, Elias Motswaledi and Mablehall and even other surrounding areas. The main aim of launching this club at this institution of learning is that the club is targeting people who are educated so that they can with their education develop the communities they come from. The deputy president of the club Rachael Paledi known as a Sepedi Bulleting presenter at Thobela FM was also there to bless the launch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Rachael Paledi, Aura has made a very big step by launching this branch (turf loop). “it really shows that there is a development within the club, and with this number of young people who wish to take it up, our goals will be easily implemented within our respective communities” said Rachael.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main goal of Aura is to develop and sustain processes that will engage youth participatory culture, which will make successful in the future.  To cultivate the culture of participation, and taking out the talents, the special gifts which lies deep within each person to the maximum level.  To expand, learn, grow and share the knowledge with other in a meaningful and enjoyable way. To spend our lives in a most important way in investing on something that would outlast To help youth leaders to provide safe and inspiring leisure, social and learning opportunities for young people&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-5882132131679080445?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/5882132131679080445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=5882132131679080445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/5882132131679080445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/5882132131679080445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/2008/10/progressive-youth-club-aura-was.html' title='A progressive youth club AURA was launched in University of Limpopo'/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-3139701883952883037</id><published>2008-10-16T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T23:32:30.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heritage Month Youth Celebration and Awards giving Ceremony</title><content type='html'>Heritage Month Youth Celebration and Awards giving Ceremony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In its attempt to honor young people who are working hard to develop the community of Mohlaletse in Fetakgomo municipality of Sekhukhune District in Limpopo, Aura youth club successfully held a heritage month celebration. When celebrating the heritage month Aura also honored its members and young people in Mohlaletse who work day and night tirelessly in order to overcome the challenges young people face these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aura gave away awards in different fields of art and culture and sport. The following awards were given out to youth: Moruthane Anthony managed to go home with the three trophies for Best monopoly Player, Best poet and the best Actor. According to him acting is part of his life, he started acting since he was young, and he also believe he may take acting as a career. “I am very proud of what I did, I did not thought of taking home three awards, but I did it, I thank God for this” said overwhelmed Anthony who is doing his Metric at Fetakgomo High School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best monopoly player: Matlala Aubrey&lt;br /&gt;Best Drought: Tladi Mapheous&lt;br /&gt;Best Poet: Anthony Moruthane&lt;br /&gt;Best Actress: Mampuru Kgomotso&lt;br /&gt;Best Actor: Anthony Moruthane&lt;br /&gt;Best Chess player: Makgopa lebogang&lt;br /&gt;Best Scrabble player: Anthony Moruthane&lt;br /&gt;Best Comedian: Matlala Aubrey&lt;br /&gt;Tradition dance dancer: Seroka Mercy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the awards were also handed out to junior phase members of the youth; they received certificates and hampers from Spar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mosis Hlakudi the president of Aura said it is very good to see young people having this kind of talent. “As Aura we are willing to make sure that this talent do not stay here in Mohlaletse forever, we want people from outside to see it and utilize it for the benefit of the participants and the community” continued Mosis Hlakudi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-3139701883952883037?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/3139701883952883037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=3139701883952883037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/3139701883952883037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/3139701883952883037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/2008/10/heritage-month-youth-celebration-and.html' title='Heritage Month Youth Celebration and Awards giving Ceremony'/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-2573677135147318588</id><published>2008-09-29T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T02:06:42.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/SODc6XUfXuI/AAAAAAAAAE8/col3EHHI6j8/s1600-h/worm.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-2573677135147318588?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/2573677135147318588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=2573677135147318588' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/2573677135147318588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/2573677135147318588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/2008/09/south-african-man-spread-worms-through.html' title=''/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-6713492269494233398</id><published>2008-09-24T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T08:51:40.504-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>South Africa is sinking slowly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/SNph-0UzsqI/AAAAAAAAAE0/5lgNUAR7aPs/s1600-h/mbeki01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249616047479435938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/SNph-0UzsqI/AAAAAAAAAE0/5lgNUAR7aPs/s320/mbeki01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid when I think about what is recently happening in South Africa, my blood boils for a while. Earlier this year, we were talking about the division in the ruling party African National Congress because of the two camps that cropped up in favor of Jacob Zuma and Thabo Mbeki. Things did not go well for the party at all, and then there was a ANC Youth League saga which also made the South Africans to think other wise for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something makes me to believe that what is happening recently in the country is the result of Polokwane Conference that was held last year in December. After the national conference, there were provincial conferences around all provinces. If people can realize, most of the premiers who were forming part of Thabo Mbeki camp suffered, they were not elected again for the position of chairpersonships in the provinces; some were also removed from the premierships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is happening to Thabo Mbeki is something that is being done in favor of Jacob Zuma. Zuma was sacked by Thabo Mbeki because of corruption charges, now Zuma won the case and the judge made it clear that Thabo Mbeki was involving himself politically within the same case. According to the ANCYL it is Mbeki’s turf to feel the pain that was felt by Zuma the time he was sacked. Fortunately Mbeki is coping very well with everything that is happening, he is not taking the issue very bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The issue of massive resignation by ministers is very bad. Outgoing minister in the presidency Essop Pahad will address a news conference later today on cabinet resignations. Government spokesperson Themba Maseko did not want to disclose what is going to be announced but it is believed everything regarding resignations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;President Thabo Mbeki has, to date, received letters of resignation from the following members of Cabinet which, regretfully, he has had to accept:&lt;br /&gt;1. Deputy President2. Minister of Defence3. Minister of Finance4. Minister in the Presidency, Dr. Essop Pahad5. Minister of Intelligence 6. Minister of Correctional Services7. Minister of Public Enterprises8. Minister of Science and Technology9. Minister of Public Works10. Minister of Provincial and Local Government11. Minister of Public Service and AdministrationThe following Deputy Ministers have also tendered their resignations:1. Deputy Minister of Foreign Affairs, Mr. Aziz Pahad2. Deputy Minister of Finance and 3. Deputy Minister of Correctional Services&lt;br /&gt;According to the office of the presidency The resignations will be effective from the day that the President’s resignation takes effect. All the Ministers have expressed their availability to assist the incoming administration in the hand-over process and any other assistance that might be sought from them. President Mbeki thanked the Deputy President, the Ministers and the Deputy Ministers for their dedicated service to the nation and wished them well in their future endeavours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-6713492269494233398?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/6713492269494233398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=6713492269494233398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/6713492269494233398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/6713492269494233398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/2008/09/south-africa-is-sinking-slowly.html' title='South Africa is sinking slowly'/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/SNph-0UzsqI/AAAAAAAAAE0/5lgNUAR7aPs/s72-c/mbeki01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-4972147367321810146</id><published>2008-07-26T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:18:42.648-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poverty'/><title type='text'>Dr. Musibudi Mangena launched Agro-Food-Technology Station in Limpopo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/SIr7o0T2xFI/AAAAAAAAAEs/wYEYE9VJVUU/s1600-h/manguna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227266996172145746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/SIr7o0T2xFI/AAAAAAAAAEs/wYEYE9VJVUU/s320/manguna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new exciting project that will enhance and change the life of entrepreneurs who produces agricultural product was launched in Limpopo this week by the Minister of Science and Technology Dr. Musibudi Mangena. University of Limpopo was selected by the Minister to be the home of this Agro-Foot-technology Station. According to the Minister this is the first traditional University to host such an exciting Technology station. The vice Chancellor of the University of Limpopo professor Mahlo Mokgalong says as a University they are very happy to have such a project. “Gone are the days where Universities were doing things without realizing and recognizing what is going on at the communities around them” said Prof Mokgalong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“My department realizes that effective technology diffusion and solutions can best be achieved in partnership with higher institutions which through research and development generate knowledge and a wide variety of technologies. We have developed programmes that support technology transfer and diffusion to small businesses and one of them is Tshumisano Technology Station Programme” said Dr. Musibudi Mangena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minister also highlighted that the programme started in 2001 with only three technology stations and now they have 12 fully operational stations spread through seven provinces, and they are also working on establishing technology stations on the remaining provinces. According to him the main purpose of the stations is to improve the competitiveness and innovation capacity of small businesses in specific sectors like the one of Agricultural food in Limpopo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Limpopo Agro-Food technology station offer a wide range of scientific services to the SME’s, agricultural co-operatives and food industries in developing, enhancing and maintaining a safe, efficient and cost-effective food production. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-4972147367321810146?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/4972147367321810146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=4972147367321810146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/4972147367321810146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/4972147367321810146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/2008/07/dr-musibudi-mangena-launched-agro-food.html' title='Dr. Musibudi Mangena launched Agro-Food-Technology Station in Limpopo'/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/SIr7o0T2xFI/AAAAAAAAAEs/wYEYE9VJVUU/s72-c/manguna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-1333630524702451400</id><published>2008-06-24T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:18:42.812-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>Limpopo Celebrate Africa Public Service Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/SGEH5MntMNI/AAAAAAAAAEk/EvSEsa01L-E/s1600-h/S6300548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215458522693447890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/SGEH5MntMNI/AAAAAAAAAEk/EvSEsa01L-E/s320/S6300548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;From Policy to results based implementation, this was this year’s theme of the Africa Public Service day. Africa Public Service day is an annual event that is held around African countries in order to share best practices and challenges that are being met when delivering services. According to the Department of Public Administration in South Africa the fundamental objective of APSD is the provision and delivery of value and quality public service to Africa's citizens, and due recognition of the working conditions and the quality of officials who devote their lives to diligently serve the various publics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Limpopo Province the 23rd of June was celebrated in a very sophisticated manner at University of Limpopo Turf loop campus, various government departments availed themselves for exhibitions and information giving sessions. People from the community of Mankweng in turf loop and surrounding areas were there to also celebrate the day. From Polokwane municipality all councilors were there and Councilor Lois Hardy managed to welcome all people and visitors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;People who attended the celebrations also managed to enjoy themselves by viewing a parliamentary discussion on the parliamentary channel via DSTV. There were also entertainment groups like Tinyungubyiseni Cultural Group and Military Brass band. The premier of Limpopo Sello Moloto was supposed to give a key note address but he did not manage to arrive at the event due to some unknown technical problems. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-1333630524702451400?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/1333630524702451400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=1333630524702451400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/1333630524702451400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/1333630524702451400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/2008/06/limpopo-celebrate-africa-public-service.html' title='Limpopo Celebrate Africa Public Service Day'/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/SGEH5MntMNI/AAAAAAAAAEk/EvSEsa01L-E/s72-c/S6300548.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-8171672256339878350</id><published>2008-06-17T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:18:42.935-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youth'/><title type='text'>The art of celebrating youth day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/SFeQ6j0_ISI/AAAAAAAAAEc/js0IVAvohc0/s1600-h/S6300328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212794429428932898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/SFeQ6j0_ISI/AAAAAAAAAEc/js0IVAvohc0/s320/S6300328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Today it is not yesterday and tomorrow will never be like today, why youth of today are always told about their behavior, the type of the world and the type of situation that we found our self within today will never be like the one youth of 1976 found themselves in” said one of the Sekgosese youth who was attending a youth celebrations at the Sekgosese community hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ululations were heard all around the country as people were celebrating the commemoration of Soweto Uprising in 1976 were young people in South Africa stood up and fought for their rights. When fighting many of them died after being shot by police. Young people who were most were students were fighting for Afrikaans after being used as a medium of constructions at schools. The 16 June was then proclaimed as a public holiday by the recent government in honor of the youth who died when fighting for their rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different youth from all provinces in the country celebrated this day through different activities. In Sekgosese Limpopo out site Polokwane, youth of Temosho Educational Development organized a huge event whereby young people from the region gathered to celebrate. Drama, poetry, dance, and different speeches were the orders of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspector of Police in Sekgosese region Mr. Mashao said as police they are concerned about the escalating number of young people who are being arrested in daily basis. “These days we are aware that young people do no longer fight for their rights and needs, but they fight hard to engage themselves in criminal activities like rape and house robbery” he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peer Educators from University of Limpopo in Turf loop campus were also there to give a health education to the youth; they were encouraging young people to refrain to sexual intercourse “in the name of preaching abstinence”. They also had a chance to demonstrate the proper use of condoms in order for people to avoid being effected with HIV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The youth of 1976 fought for their rights and need and what are we doing as youth of today when enjoying the fruits of their fight, are we going to sit down even if young people are dying because of HIV/AIDS?, are we going to ignore the escalating number of young people who are passionate in killing and raping our own society, let us wakeup and fight a fight which do not need guns, but our own minds and voices” said the administrator of the Temosho Educational Development.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The event was attended by more than 200 young people including the olds. Temosho Educational Development was formed in order to eliminate illiteracy at Sekgosese areas. It mission is to help young people on their way to a brighter future by giving advises and all information they might need. It is based at University of Limpopo and according to its members; it is planning to grow abroad so that it can reach all young people across the Limpopo province. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-8171672256339878350?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/8171672256339878350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=8171672256339878350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/8171672256339878350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/8171672256339878350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/2008/06/art-of-celebrating-youth-day.html' title='The art of celebrating youth day'/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/SFeQ6j0_ISI/AAAAAAAAAEc/js0IVAvohc0/s72-c/S6300328.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-6851600806812556406</id><published>2008-06-17T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:18:43.140-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University Of Limpopo Articles'/><title type='text'>Student died as a result of Bus Crash laid to rest on Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/SFeBdloziJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/H5fkedsmnfs/s1600-h/S6300232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212777439024089234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/SFeBdloziJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/H5fkedsmnfs/s320/S6300232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three students who died last week after a horrible bus crash were laid to rest on weekend at separate villages in Tzaneen. One student died on the spot, the other on the way to hospital whiles the third one at the hospital. The accident happened when they were on their way to burry one of the former student at University of Limpopo who was enrolling with University of South Africa at Polokwane campus. He also died after having a tragic accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Students from University of Limpopo Turf loop campus supported the families of the deceased by going to the funeral in large numbers. Even if some of students did not manage to face the reality of their fellow student being lifted down the grave, some managed to be brave to carry their graves. “It is really difficult for us, they were our friends, colleagues and home mates, we do not know how to accept that they are gone and gone for ever” said one of the students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The families of the deceased students made clearly at a memorial service held last week that they accepted that their beloved daughters are gone. “We are not pointing anyone with fingers and we are not ready to point, because we believe that it was their time, we live through a principle that always guide us and through the principle we believe that our daughters are gone for good not for bad” said Doreen Hlangwane’s uncle. He continued by saying people should respect what we believe as a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the Student Representative Council at the University, the funeral should have been prevented if only the management of the University should have provided transport. SRC says the management should buy new transport and also find a proper operation system for the transport in the campus. Since the beginning of the year, six students died because of the road accidents. “If a conducive transport system was operating in the campus, there would not be these types of accidents” said the students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the students at this particular University are also afraid of attending funerals because it is seems if going to a funeral is a call for another death. Some students also believe that there is a curse that needs to be cleansed in the campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile last week the management of the University of Limpopo arranged a formal counseling session for the victims and survivors of the accidents including those who are affected by the incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Students should make sure that they support and strengthen the family and friends of student who just past away, they should heal themselves as soon as possible so that to avoid being chief mourners at the funeral” said Dr. Msimeki when continuing with the counseling. Students who are the victims of the accidents and those who are just affected by the death and accidents expressed their selves that it is very difficult for them and it will take time for them to forget what happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-6851600806812556406?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/6851600806812556406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=6851600806812556406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/6851600806812556406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/6851600806812556406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/2008/06/student-died-as-result-of-bus-crash.html' title='Student died as a result of Bus Crash laid to rest on Saturday'/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/SFeBdloziJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/H5fkedsmnfs/s72-c/S6300232.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-1881555968397140601</id><published>2008-06-11T08:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T08:48:25.793-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sepedi poems'/><title type='text'>Senkgate direthe</title><content type='html'>Senkgate direthe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mangadi ke ngadile;&lt;br /&gt;Matepe ke tepeletse;&lt;br /&gt;Kere kotse o tla nkatologa;&lt;br /&gt;Manganga o ngangabane;&lt;br /&gt;Molala o phetlile;&lt;br /&gt;Mantsu gao bolele o a tswa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hle ntlogele wene;&lt;br /&gt;Ntlogele wene nkakarapa ya mosadi;&lt;br /&gt;Hleng bangwe ba kgoba goja;&lt;br /&gt;Hleng bangwe ba kgona go nwa;&lt;br /&gt;Gobaneng nna o mpaledisa;&lt;br /&gt;O se nkgate direthe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go nkgata o nkgatile;&lt;br /&gt;Dinao tsa ba ditatapue;&lt;br /&gt;Go gata ka nanaila;&lt;br /&gt;Mesito ya ka ya ba samaloba;&lt;br /&gt;Go thulwa di thutswe;&lt;br /&gt;Gomme ka gare gwa tswa a masweu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go lokile go lekane;&lt;br /&gt;Tsa gago ke dikwele;&lt;br /&gt;Bja gago bobe ke bo kwele ka ka mmele;&lt;br /&gt;Ka ge ka ditsebe ke kwele ka se kgolwe;&lt;br /&gt;Ka mahlo ke bone go bela gagago;&lt;br /&gt;Ebile ke bone go hubala ga mahlo a gago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bo rare le bo mme ba go lemile;&lt;br /&gt;Ba go tlogetse ba go tlogeletse batho;&lt;br /&gt;Gomme lehono makoko o a rwele ka magetla;&lt;br /&gt;Boikgantsho o bo dira lesedi;&lt;br /&gt;Go sepela ke boganka;&lt;br /&gt;Mpholo o bonala lelemeng la gago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wa gago mpholo gonna ke sa maloba;&lt;br /&gt;Thibela malwetsi ke hlabetswe;&lt;br /&gt;More mogolo se kgwakgwarapetsa magaga dithaba ke nwele;&lt;br /&gt;Kotse ya mosate se kona ntlhana tsa marumo ke swere;&lt;br /&gt;Ka diatleng ke khupareditswe diemadirile;&lt;br /&gt;Go mme phatleng ke tloditswe ka a retse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nteke wene ngwana mosadi;&lt;br /&gt;Nkgate dikgato bjalo ka maloba;&lt;br /&gt;Ge o be o bolaisa batswadi baka ditatapue;&lt;br /&gt;Nna thuto e mphele bohlale;&lt;br /&gt;Gomme ga go motho yo a ka tlago ka mahlajana;&lt;br /&gt;A busa a mphenya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-1881555968397140601?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/1881555968397140601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=1881555968397140601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/1881555968397140601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/1881555968397140601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/2008/06/senkgate-direthe.html' title='Senkgate direthe'/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-6269955146482148611</id><published>2008-06-11T08:29:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T08:30:04.299-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English Poetry'/><title type='text'>Dark Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The darkness was proclaimed;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;People spoke about it longtime ago;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But some did not want to listen;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;They kept quite;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Closed their mouths;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And refuse to comment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Now here we are;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;We are in darkness;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Everyday every night;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;We struggle;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Even if we have money to buy energy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-6269955146482148611?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/6269955146482148611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=6269955146482148611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/6269955146482148611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/6269955146482148611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/2008/06/dark-days.html' title='Dark Days'/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-3447743380590770479</id><published>2008-06-11T08:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T08:29:36.700-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English Poetry'/><title type='text'>No one is like you</title><content type='html'>No one is like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People do differ;&lt;br /&gt;But some are the same;&lt;br /&gt;So do others with similarities;&lt;br /&gt;Personalities differ;&lt;br /&gt;And even the nature of persons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met many people;&lt;br /&gt;I travelled the whole country;&lt;br /&gt;And I met lot of people;&lt;br /&gt;But no one, I mean no one;&lt;br /&gt;Is nearly like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a say;&lt;br /&gt;That all women are the same;&lt;br /&gt;Just like all men are the same;&lt;br /&gt;When I was travelling;&lt;br /&gt;I met beautiful women;&lt;br /&gt;I met caring and respectful women;&lt;br /&gt;But none of them is nearly like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are such a special girl;&lt;br /&gt;If I have to walk away from you;&lt;br /&gt;I will rather choose to die;&lt;br /&gt;Than being far from you;&lt;br /&gt;You are a star;&lt;br /&gt;That will forever shine in my eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-3447743380590770479?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/3447743380590770479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=3447743380590770479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/3447743380590770479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/3447743380590770479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-one-is-like-you.html' title='No one is like you'/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-4757596413785119226</id><published>2008-06-11T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T08:29:06.593-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English Poetry'/><title type='text'>I can not help myself</title><content type='html'>I can not help myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been together;&lt;br /&gt;Since the beginning of 2007;&lt;br /&gt;And it is now 2008;&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying;&lt;br /&gt;But I can not help my self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretending is not good at all;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, let me warn you;&lt;br /&gt;It is really not good at all;&lt;br /&gt;In a relationship;&lt;br /&gt;There is no need for pretending;&lt;br /&gt;Rather compromisation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to say it clearly today;&lt;br /&gt;That is why our relationship is making zigzags;&lt;br /&gt;Up and downs in a relationship;&lt;br /&gt;Does mean something is wrong;&lt;br /&gt;The relationship is based on lie or pretentiousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in love is not just like being friends;&lt;br /&gt;It needs one to be ready to compromise and take actions;&lt;br /&gt;It means loving and caring for your partner;&lt;br /&gt;It means having a passion of loving one another;&lt;br /&gt;It means a lot, not just having sex;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry to tell you this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not help my self;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever hear me saying I love you;&lt;br /&gt;Did I ever tell you how I feel about you;&lt;br /&gt;Did I ever tell you how much you mean to me;&lt;br /&gt;I do not recall saying anything like that;&lt;br /&gt;But yet every time we meet;&lt;br /&gt;And we say we make love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did not you ask your self;&lt;br /&gt;You call me twice a day;&lt;br /&gt;I call you once in two weeks;&lt;br /&gt;Why do not you ask your self;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of pretending;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to let you go.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Maybe I do not deserve you;&lt;br /&gt;Or you do not deserve me;&lt;br /&gt;I am not in love with you;&lt;br /&gt;And I was never in love with you;&lt;br /&gt;Meaning I will never be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do not take this personal;&lt;br /&gt;I do not mean to heard you;&lt;br /&gt;You are gorgeous and marvelous;&lt;br /&gt;I want to make sure that you are happy;&lt;br /&gt;Someone outside is waiting for you;&lt;br /&gt;He will give you what you deserve;&lt;br /&gt;And he will show you what love is;&lt;br /&gt;I am really sorry for this;&lt;br /&gt;But I can not help myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-4757596413785119226?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/4757596413785119226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=4757596413785119226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/4757596413785119226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/4757596413785119226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-can-not-help-myself.html' title='I can not help myself'/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-7817618328420454748</id><published>2008-06-10T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:18:43.574-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University Of Limpopo Articles'/><title type='text'>Students affected by tragedy death of three students receives counseling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/SE5nnl0OrJI/AAAAAAAAAEE/8OJY8x3thsA/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210215748777979026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/SE5nnl0OrJI/AAAAAAAAAEE/8OJY8x3thsA/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“This is a difficult time for the university community and students in particular, it is a very painful situation to the friends and parents of the diseased” these were the exact words from Dr. Msimeki a psychologist at University of Limpopo turf loop campus. He was speaking at a counseling session where students who are victims and those affected by the bus accident which killed three students received professional counseling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three students where two are the students of University of Limpopo and one student from University of Venda died on a bus crash on their way from a funeral in Giyane last Saturday around 11 am. Students were from funeral where they buried one of the African National Congress Youth League member in Giyane region. This member of ANCYL was a student at University of Limpopo in 2007 and he died after car accident while studying at University of South Africa at Polokwane campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Students should make sure that they support and strengthen the family and friends of student who just past away, they should heal themselves as soon as possible so that to avoid being chief mourners at the funeral” said Dr. Msimeki when continuing with the counseling. Students who are the victims of the accidents and those who are just affected by the death and accidents expressed their selves that it is very difficult for them and it will take time for them to forget what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr Msimeki also encouraged students to accept and cope with the issue so that they can continue with their exams because they are now in the middle of the exams. “Let us learn to accept and cope so that we can go on with our life, we know that it is not simple but it self is a battle that one need to survive in order to go no and on” Said Dr. Msimeki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The driver of a bus which was involved in a crash appeared in a local magistrate court in Giyane in charges of driving restlessly and driving a bus that was not road worthy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-7817618328420454748?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/7817618328420454748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=7817618328420454748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/7817618328420454748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/7817618328420454748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/2008/06/students-affected-by-tragedy-death-of.html' title='Students affected by tragedy death of three students receives counseling'/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/SE5nnl0OrJI/AAAAAAAAAEE/8OJY8x3thsA/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-4423476850400921146</id><published>2008-06-04T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T04:24:46.922-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English Poetry'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Poem] Recalcitrant South Africa&lt;br /&gt;People are being burned alive&lt;br /&gt;Kgobalale Peter Moruthane (moruthanep)   &lt;a class="writer" href="javascript:memo_send(" at_code="434378')&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="list5" href="http://english.ohmynews.com/articleview/article_email.asp?menu=c10400&amp;amp;no=382646&amp;amp;rel_no=1&amp;amp;isMail=mail"&gt;Email Article&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a class="list5" href="http://english.ohmynews.com/articleview/article_print.asp?menu=c10400&amp;amp;no=382646&amp;amp;rel_no=1&amp;amp;isPrint=print"&gt;Print Article&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Published 2008-05-26 02:47 (KST)  &lt;br /&gt;It is constipated;&lt;br /&gt;It is screaming;&lt;br /&gt;It is roaring;&lt;br /&gt;Without anyone raising a hand;&lt;br /&gt;No one wish to help;&lt;br /&gt;All they refrain;&lt;br /&gt;So to come clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time it was Zimbabwe;&lt;br /&gt;Its responsibility;&lt;br /&gt;To calm down crises there;&lt;br /&gt;Was demolished;&lt;br /&gt;With political motivated motives;&lt;br /&gt;And fail was the results;&lt;br /&gt;To mediate two fighting bulls in Zimbabwe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today here we are;&lt;br /&gt;People are dying;&lt;br /&gt;People are being burned alive;&lt;br /&gt;Just because they are Africans;&lt;br /&gt;Just because they are black in color;&lt;br /&gt;The president of the country Thabo Mbeki;&lt;br /&gt;Is even fearful to open his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who used to sleep well;&lt;br /&gt;Without having bad dreams;&lt;br /&gt;Are now sleeping sleepless nights;&lt;br /&gt;Eye opened like wild animals;&lt;br /&gt;Always packed ready to vacate;&lt;br /&gt;Always afraid of death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Streets are things of the past;&lt;br /&gt;Only police walk freely;&lt;br /&gt;Without a fear of being violated;&lt;br /&gt;By perpetrators who does perpetration.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-4423476850400921146?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/4423476850400921146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=4423476850400921146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/4423476850400921146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/4423476850400921146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/2008/06/poem-recalcitrant-south-africa-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-101955519306603079</id><published>2008-06-04T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:18:44.123-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poverty'/><title type='text'>Bohloki bo rekisa batho maswi a gobola</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/SEZ5IkpecDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/QRVgZ37KX6c/s1600-h/S6300087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207983207284109362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/SEZ5IkpecDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/QRVgZ37KX6c/s320/S6300087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maswi ao a rekilwego o soro a go bola: EXP Date: 23 April 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ka lebaka la go namelela ga theko ya dijo letsatsi ka letsatsi ka mono nageng, batho bao ba itlhokelago ba ikhwetsa ba le batswa sehlabelo ba tlala, kudu badudi ba dinaga magaeng. Go tiiseletsa se, badudi ba dinaga magaeng go swana le Mankweng, Solomondale, Boyne, Nobody, Moletji, Leboakgomo le bo Ga-Maja, ba hlwile ba iphepa ka maswi a lebese ao a bego a rekiswa ka boema ditekisi ka Polokwane letsatsing la 2 June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/SEZ5Y9AlP8I/AAAAAAAAAD8/c6Ukyz-gJmw/s1600-h/S6300031.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/SEZ5Y9AlP8I/AAAAAAAAAD8/c6Ukyz-gJmw/s1600-h/S6300031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207983488701382594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/SEZ5Y9AlP8I/AAAAAAAAAD8/c6Ukyz-gJmw/s320/S6300031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Babangwe ba batho bao ba ikgonago ba reka mabenkeleng&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monna tsoko yo go kwagalago gore ke mo dudi wa Polokwane o be a rekisa maswi a lebese ao a bodilego gomme a sa botse lesaba leo gore maswi a bodile, yena o be a botsa batho gore maswi ao ke a Long Life a ka setsogile a senyegile. Batho baile ba baka maswi ao ka ponyo ya leihlo kage a be a tshiphile. Di phakhethana tse tharo tsa 500 ML e be e le diranta tse hlano feela. Bao ba bego ba dibonela pele ba laeditse gore maswi ao go bontsha a ka be a lahlilwe ke beng ba mabenkele ka ge a bodile gomme banna ba tsa kgwebo ya mebileng bona ba itopela go ya go rekisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Maswi a a bodile, ga se a swanelwa go lewa, kgalegona o ka hwetsa kae maswi a go tshipha so, diphakethana tse hlano tsa Long Life ka diranta tse hlano? Wo ke mohlolo” gwa realo yo mongwe wa batho bao ba bego ba bogetse ge go bakwa maswi a go bola. Gee le bao ba bego ba reka gase nke ba nyaka go theeletsa ge gothwe maswi a bodile. “Le a khora, le bona ge le nale salena, rena re reka gona mo ka gore ka mabenkeleng a a turwa ebile re ka se a fihlelele” gwa realo moreki yo a bego a phathekgile maswi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ya ka letsatsikgatiso la go bola ga maswi le 23 April 2008. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-101955519306603079?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/101955519306603079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=101955519306603079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/101955519306603079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/101955519306603079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/2008/06/bohloki-bo-rekisa-batho-maswi-gobola.html' title='Bohloki bo rekisa batho maswi a gobola'/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/SEZ5IkpecDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/QRVgZ37KX6c/s72-c/S6300087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-7226268462743628339</id><published>2008-06-03T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:18:44.477-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University Of Limpopo Articles'/><title type='text'>Graduations at University of Limpopo 26th to 31st May 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/SET--AwE7-I/AAAAAAAAADs/CeUoM_HWc4E/s1600-h/106_0204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207567410454130658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/SET--AwE7-I/AAAAAAAAADs/CeUoM_HWc4E/s320/106_0204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/SET-DPrLRPI/AAAAAAAAADk/1y_lndOa0UY/s1600-h/106_0207.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;‘’Where the is a entrance there is an exit’’ Graduations at University of Limpopo 26th to 31st May 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsakane Mathunsi: Graduated from a Nursing degree at UL Turf loopEvery road has an end, every cave has an entrance and exit, every person is going somewhere and he/she knows when to come back, where there is an entrance there is also an exit. Same thing happened at University of Limpopo from the 26th to 31st of May at Turf loop Campus and Medunsa. More than 6000 students graduated from various qualifications. It was a huge celebration where families of the graduates were gathered outside Great Tiro Hall where the ceremony was held.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In support of a beginner to graduate from secondary school, it is an enormous relive from him/her and his/her parents; it is a huge step to be taken. Life after metric obviously change for good, people may call it achievement. But when one graduate from University or College it is always being regarded as an brainwave or as a drive to all undergraduate students who are still on the way to the same road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chancellor of the University of Limpopo Professor Mahlo Mokgalong was there confirming each and every degree issued for the whole week. He encouraged students to excel in their studies so that they can achieve more. A wise man Nevin Fenneman once said the purpose of primary education is the development of your weak characteristics; the purpose of university education, the development of your strong characteristics. This was correctly elaborated at this year graduations at University of Limpopo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if examination was due to begin at both campuses of University of Limpopo, students who are still undergraduate were in large numbers, some to congratulate their friends and families while others were just there to be inspired by the mood o achievement. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-7226268462743628339?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/7226268462743628339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=7226268462743628339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/7226268462743628339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/7226268462743628339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/2008/06/graduations-at-university-of-limpopo.html' title='Graduations at University of Limpopo 26th to 31st May 2008'/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/SET--AwE7-I/AAAAAAAAADs/CeUoM_HWc4E/s72-c/106_0204.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-5395145379252131613</id><published>2008-06-01T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:18:44.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peer Educators from University of Limpopo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/SEKhZX6QqhI/AAAAAAAAADc/xTnBdwUYyac/s1600-h/106_0229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206901576480893458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/SEKhZX6QqhI/AAAAAAAAADc/xTnBdwUYyac/s320/106_0229.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/SEKhJsryjeI/AAAAAAAAADU/0VfRAW2Qzuk/s1600-h/106_0234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206901307179437538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/SEKhJsryjeI/AAAAAAAAADU/0VfRAW2Qzuk/s320/106_0234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peer educators at UL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-5395145379252131613?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/5395145379252131613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=5395145379252131613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/5395145379252131613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/5395145379252131613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/2008/06/peer-educators-from-university-of.html' title='Peer Educators from University of Limpopo'/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/SEKhZX6QqhI/AAAAAAAAADc/xTnBdwUYyac/s72-c/106_0229.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-5077609498152765039</id><published>2008-05-24T09:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T09:12:34.618-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Xenophobia'/><title type='text'>Xenophobic behavior is embarrassment to South Africa</title><content type='html'>South Africa was well known in the world as a good stander for defending Human Rights, but  this is now regarded as something of the past. Zolo Skweyiya of the office of the foreign affairs when speaking at an African day at Sandton Convention Centre in Johannesburg says the behavior of this kind hamper the good name of South Africa internationally. Skweyiya says he is afraid that these kinds of attacks will end up causing tension between South Africans and other nearest Africans.&lt;br /&gt;Foreign Affairs Minister Nkosazana Dlamini-Zuma the violence is embarrassing to the government and it creates a bad name for the country. Dlamini-Zuma believes the attacks are caused by a mobilized group of people who’s intentions is to steal properties and benefit from where they did not plough and she is promising that her department will deal with this matter carefully and very seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opposition parties in South Africa and other members of the country who are against xenophobia are blaming Thabo Mbeki for not doing enough. They say Mbeki is not competent enough to deal with issues worrying the country. Buti Manamela the secretary general of Young Communist Party says President Mbeki failed to deal with the issue of HIV/AIDS and he also failed to mediate the political crisis in Zimbabwe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-5077609498152765039?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/5077609498152765039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=5077609498152765039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/5077609498152765039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/5077609498152765039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/2008/05/xenophobic-behavior-is-embarrassment-to.html' title='Xenophobic behavior is embarrassment to South Africa'/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-6977405906585164625</id><published>2008-05-24T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T09:12:12.474-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Xenophobia'/><title type='text'>Xenophobic attacks in South Africa spread to the forth province on Friday</title><content type='html'>"Citizens from other countries on the African continent and beyond are as human as we are and deserve to be treated with respect and dignity, "South Africa is not and will never be an island separate from the rest of the continent," the president of South Africa Thabo Mbeki said on Monday. Since then there was many xenophobic attacks and many people do not fear to say Mbeki do not have power to act against xenophobia in the country.&lt;br /&gt;It is already the third week of sleepless days for foreigners who are living in South Africa, due to unstable behaviors of xenophobia. Yesterday the forth province which is Limpopo was reported to have inherited the xenophobic history of the already adopted provinces. People who were living in the area of Mohlaletse in Sekhukhune regions from Mozambique were attacked on Thursday night where by two of them are being treated at Jane Furze Hospital and others were taken to Apel police station in Ga-nkwana. The area police say few people who were arrested in regard to the matter will be brought to court as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;Already 43 people lost their lives and more than 20 000 were evacuated from their shacks or homes since the eruption of this xenophobia in the whole country. People are condemning the behavior even if others are very angry on foreigners. The situation is reported to be very calm by now, but the police are ready to act if any violence can be reported in any part of the country.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-6977405906585164625?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/6977405906585164625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=6977405906585164625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/6977405906585164625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/6977405906585164625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/2008/05/xenophobic-attacks-in-south-africa.html' title='Xenophobic attacks in South Africa spread to the forth province on Friday'/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-2059204706532360891</id><published>2008-05-13T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T02:55:39.174-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Students Guide'/><title type='text'>Time management</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Time management&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a person to succeed every where in everything he/she is doing, one should be able to manage his/her time correctly. Most people who are successful the first thing that they achieved before achieving others is how to manage their time. If one do not manage his/her time correctly he/she will never achieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do we mean by time management: it simply means using your time correctly, knowing what you are going to do at this time and how long it is going to take. It also means respecting of time, knowing how much time cost. When we say someone has time management it means the person know how to use time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one to be able to manage his/her time, one should have a time table. This time table is for him/her to list all his/her activities. The person should be strict to his/herself, before doing everything check your time table, do not ever do something that is not there in your time table. In the past issue of student guide we spoke about reading skills, for you to be able to have reading skills you must plan how you are going to do it and the same principle still applies to this one of time management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us use the method we used in the previous issue of Student Guide:&lt;br /&gt;24 hr per day  = 07 hr for sleep + 06 hr for classes + 04 hr for studying + 06/30 for                                 refreshments + 30min for exercising. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The formula above shows you how much time you are going to use for what and it is up to you now to write a time table to divide again the times on what would you doing at the first hour of my study time, how will I divide my refreshment time.&lt;br /&gt;Let us come to the conclusion, have a time table and include all activities on it because we do not want to do something that is not on the time table. Every time and time you will have to check it and after few days you will be used to it and you will again be used to use your time effectively. Try it and you will see how important time management it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annette Nellen, a Professor in the  Department of Accounting &amp;amp; Finance in College of Business San José State University suggested Seven Suggestions for Effectively Managing Your Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Be Organized&lt;br /&gt;2. Plan Ahead (Schedule it and it will happen!)&lt;br /&gt;3. Prioritize Your Tasks&lt;br /&gt;4. Avoid Overload&lt;br /&gt;5. Practice Effective Study Techniques&lt;br /&gt;6. Be Able to be Flexible&lt;br /&gt;7. Have a Vision (why are you doing all of this?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Copyright@Kgobalale Peter Mortuthane 2007-2025&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-2059204706532360891?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/2059204706532360891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=2059204706532360891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/2059204706532360891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/2059204706532360891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/2008/05/time-management.html' title='Time management'/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-3991625834483996542</id><published>2008-05-13T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T02:54:31.359-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Students Guide'/><title type='text'>Reading Skills</title><content type='html'>Reading Skills&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Reading is a very critical thing at school and even in overall life of an human being, In the last 40 years reading researchers have been studying the link between the reading process (what goes on in the brain) and how to teach reading. From the idea I also wanted to study how university students read, and I also studied how bruin memory work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have done this study because I realized that many university students or many students find themselves failing their courses but reading more that those who are passing. I came up with recommendations to students which I have been preaching since 2006 at university of Limpopo. Below is diagram of a brain and its memory function adapted from &lt;a href="http://www.scienceblog.com/"&gt;www.scienceblog.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are the steps that I have recommended to students in relation to how the bruin memory works. This strategy of reading has worked and I encourage all students to try it maybe it can also work for them.&lt;br /&gt;01.  Make sure that you start reading from the first day of your school&lt;br /&gt;Most people do not take care of their school work, they attend classes without revising their notes or visiting their textbooks, and this is unhealthy behavior of a student. Students should revise their work everyday after school to avoid last minutes piles of books to be read. If you are not revising your work everyday after class then you are increasing your work day by day.&lt;br /&gt;02.  Use less time to study and more time to refresh&lt;br /&gt;Your mind need more time of refreshment, it need to be always fresh because if it is not fresh it will not do what you want it to do, and the minute it start that you will force it and it will teach you a lesson. Inside your brain there are two types of memories named short term memory and long term memory. How does this memories work? Let us start by a short term memory which sometimes is called working memory. There is something that we also need to touch before going too far:&lt;br /&gt; Brain concentration&lt;br /&gt;How long does your brain concentrate when doing serious matters, after how long do you feel tired when trying to concentrate on doing something? After how long do you feel tired when reading? According to psychologies a human brain can only concentrate for 25-35 minutes not more than that. What does this means, if you are reading and your exceed your brain concentration time limit which is 30 minutes you are not doing fair to your self because you need a rest.&lt;br /&gt;Many people spent more than 04 Hours reading, and I wonder what their brain concentration time limit is. There is a thing called crossnighting, the process where by student spent the whole night reading or studying. That it totally unhealthy because one has spent the whole day going up and down, your brain never got a time to rest. As a student you must learn when and how to refresh your brain so that it can work effectively for you.&lt;br /&gt;03.  How your brain memory work&lt;br /&gt;Your brain has two memories named short and long term memory. Let us discuss about them one by one:&lt;br /&gt;Short Term Memory&lt;br /&gt;This memory is also called working memory, its role is to memorize anything that happens within a short period of time. Earlier we spoke about brain concentration, and when saying a short term period we mean the brain concentration time. Your short term memory will memorize everything that happens within its concentration time limits e.g. 30 minutes. If you continue reading or studying after your brain concentration time limit it means the short memory will start afresh memorizing new things that it acquires and also start deleting all information it memorized earlier before reaching its concentration time limit of 30 minutes. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Long Term Memory&lt;br /&gt;It is also known as a reflective memory, its role is to permanently save information or save information for a long time. For information to be in this type of memory it needs to be saved in the short term memory first and the short term memory will transfer the information in to it if it is important. There is a good relationship between the two memories and people should also build a good relationship between these memories in order for them to work for them.&lt;br /&gt;04.  How to make a brain work well for you&lt;br /&gt;Everyone should make sure that he/she know and understand his/her brain concentration time limit. If you know that, it means you will make sure that when you reach the concentration limit you stop what ever you are doing, so that it can be refreshed. Calculate the time that you use for academic everyday, and also calculate a time that you use for refreshment everyday out of 24hours. How many hours are for sleep, reading or studying, refreshments, classes and exercising?&lt;br /&gt;Have a good sleep&lt;br /&gt;Students should make sure that they have a good sleep, that is were your brain and your memories will also have a good time to rest. 6-7 hours of a sleep is enough for a student, do not sleep less than 5hours never and never. Sleeping is good for your brain and your body.&lt;br /&gt;Reading and studying time&lt;br /&gt;Four hours for studying is enough for the day, do not use this four hours consecutively, divide them times four. E.g. In the morning, during the day, afternoon and in the evening. Use one hour for one subject, 30 minutes them a break and another last 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Check time you spent in lecture halls attending classes&lt;br /&gt;Mostly a student attends six or less than six classes per day, which means he/she may be using only five hours for attending lectures. Did you ever ask why classes do not spend more than one hour? It is because they have calculated the average brain concentration time limit. And between classes there is a fifteen minutes break.&lt;br /&gt;Do you have time to exercise?&lt;br /&gt;Exercising is a very exciting thing that its role is to maintain your body temperature and to keep your body healthy and fit. It also help to keep your mind open and refreshed, most people after exercising they feel like new and fresh. As a student spent 30 minutes everyday for exercising. E.g. Running, going to gym or having a pushups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refreshment is very good for you&lt;br /&gt;Have time to be with your friends, go shopping, have a walk, cook for your self, go for sports, maybe seven hours. This also means going to parties, movies and church and attending university events in general. Divide this seven hours according to things to do, do not use it consecutively.&lt;br /&gt;Let us now do mathematical calculations:&lt;br /&gt;24 hr per day  = 07 hr for sleep + 06 hr for classes + 04 hr for studying + 06/30 for                                 refreshments + 30min for exercising. &lt;br /&gt;This is how students should try to use their time in order to manage their school work and in order to read effectively.&lt;br /&gt;Good luck with your reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Copyright@Kgobalale Peter Mortuthane 2007-2025&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-3991625834483996542?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/3991625834483996542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=3991625834483996542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/3991625834483996542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/3991625834483996542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/2008/05/reading-skills.html' title='Reading Skills'/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-3207763099161866587</id><published>2008-05-13T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T02:53:08.138-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Students Guide'/><title type='text'>Student Guide</title><content type='html'>Adaptation to a University life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A life at university is a totally different life when comparing to all lifestyles, because people who attend a tertiary education are from different lifestyle background, and they are from different countries, provinces and villages. Every one of them had a type of life he/she was living at her/his place. When all type of life styles and backgrounds meet a one complex type of life style is formed and it is called a Tertiary Life Style. Although all students will end up enjoying this type of life style, there are few steps that the first entering students should follow to adapt quickly this unique life style. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01.  Make Sure that you apply for university admission early&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New students should apply early to high institutions to avoid last minutes rush and disappointments. After admitted and registered, make sure that you collect all documents needed e.g. Student Card, Cafeteria Smart Card and Library Card. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02.  Find a mentor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure that you find a mentor as soon as you finish the process of registrations and accessing all documents needed. A mentor is somebody who will mentor you through everything that involves the academic work at a university. This person is also responsible to clarify you with everything that concern the academic work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03.  What about finding a friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being alone is something that will make you adapt to the university life style after long time, without a friend you will be lonely, stay in your room, go to library, go to lecture rooms and sleep, which is not healthy. Get a friend that you will talk with, go around with and go for shopping with. In most universities all first entering students are occupying only double rooms where by they have room mates, this was meant to make sure that every one have a friend or someone to make her/him busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04.  Know your University&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the help of your friend you will not be afraid of going around the university, checking all services that are offered for students e.g. Health, Counseling, Arts and et cetera. This is to make sure that you are familiar with all buildings around the campus, some universities are big enough whereby you may not be able to know all sides, but it is advisable for you to know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05.  What about your resource places&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Library, Computer Laboratory, Photocopying Room and others. Make sure that you visit them very often because it is your resource room, your books and computers are there. You may also go there for refreshment, read novels and surf the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06.  Any Events to attend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check around the campus, is there any notices talking about events? Have a look and make sure that you check many of them very often. Attending events can help you and your mind, this one is regarded as refreshment. Be aware of being a party animal! Do not be one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Copyright@Kgobalale Peter Mortuthane 2007-2025&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-3207763099161866587?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/3207763099161866587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=3207763099161866587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/3207763099161866587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/3207763099161866587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/2008/05/student-guide.html' title='Student Guide'/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-4598163873818881126</id><published>2008-05-13T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:18:45.103-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010 Soccer World Cup'/><title type='text'>Deputy President Phumzile Mlambo-Ngcuka is satisfied with the progress made at Peter Mokaba Stadium</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deputy President Phumzile M&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/SCldm1wzefI/AAAAAAAAADE/VtJJiuki5FM/s1600-h/000_0057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199790166624139762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 348px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px" height="246" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/SCldm1wzefI/AAAAAAAAADE/VtJJiuki5FM/s320/000_0057.jpg" width="366" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lambo-Ngcuka visited the City of Polokwane in Limpopo, she ended her visit on a positive note that the city has made wonderful progress, but also indicated that a lot still needs to be done in preparation for 2010. Her visit to Polokwanein was in line with her programme to visit 2010 host cities to monitor progress made in respect of preparations to host World Cup Games.&lt;br /&gt;Her first visit was to the Nelson Mandela Bay municipality in the Eastern Cape. The Deputy President indicated that this programme of visits was initiated as part of the Presidency and the 2010 Inter Ministerial Committee’s oversight tool, "and it will be routine to monitor and evaluate progress".&lt;br /&gt;"We are basically here to check if everything is in place, if there is concrete on the floor and how much, if there are enough bricks and how many, to check if you are on course, and if not, why", said the Deputy President as she explained her purposed of the visit.&lt;br /&gt;"I would like to thank you mayor and the province for the progress made. Clearly from the presentation you made it shows that you have taken a broad approach", she said. Although the Deputy President was happy with the progress she also emphasized that the challenges are the major problems. She outlined that the challenge of budget overrun of about 260 millions is an issue that all tiers of government should look at seriously.&lt;br /&gt;The deputy President also suggested that the Department of Public Works be brought on board for adherence and to monitor if the city and the province were getting a fair deal from the service providers.&lt;br /&gt;The City of Polokwane has since July of 2006 established a dedicated 2010 FIFA World Cup unit with a clear plan that addresses amongst others:- integrated infrastructure development, ICT infrastructure development; legacy issues and marketing and communication.&lt;br /&gt;The stadium is expected to be finished in June 2009. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-4598163873818881126?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/4598163873818881126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=4598163873818881126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/4598163873818881126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/4598163873818881126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/2008/05/deputy-president-phumzile-mlambo-ngcuka.html' title='Deputy President Phumzile Mlambo-Ngcuka is satisfied with the progress made at Peter Mokaba Stadium'/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/SCldm1wzefI/AAAAAAAAADE/VtJJiuki5FM/s72-c/000_0057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-2081759152579099653</id><published>2008-04-16T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T02:13:45.776-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women Abuse'/><title type='text'>Men should stop raping their own wife's.</title><content type='html'>Women all of you should be aware of this, everyone can be raped by her own husband. Many of you are keeping quite, and you have been experiencing this for a long time, it is time to stand up and raise your voices, it is time for you to be heard. Gone are days were by men were just kicking and raping their own wife's without anyone being noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men should stop this old animal’s behavior or raping their companions. Let us drop the old mentality of owning women, now in South Africa it is 50/50 women has rights just like men. Women have the rights to say no if she is not ready, why do we have to force ourselves on them? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Estimates range from 960,000 incidents of violence against a current or former spouse, boyfriend, or girlfriend per year to three million women who are physically abused by their husband or boyfriend per year.”  This testifies that most of people who are abused 75% of them where abused by the intimate partner a husband or boyfriend. Nearly one-third of American women (31 percent) report being physically or sexually abused by a husband or boyfriend at some point in their lives, according to a 1998 Commonwealth Fund survey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the survey women should feel free to come out and expose these perpetrators who do perpetrations everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-2081759152579099653?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/2081759152579099653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=2081759152579099653' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/2081759152579099653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/2081759152579099653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/2008/04/men-should-stop-raping-their-own-wifes.html' title='Men should stop raping their own wife&apos;s.'/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-7648915563626500806</id><published>2008-04-15T02:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:18:45.271-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HIV/AIDS Articles'/><title type='text'>HIV Statistics of Women is S.A is shocking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/SAR6zGv_-QI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Hv0SYzDEbfo/s1600-h/banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189407689041508610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/SAR6zGv_-QI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Hv0SYzDEbfo/s320/banner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture from:&lt;a href="http://www.womenshealth.gov/hiv/what/"&gt;http://www.womenshealth.gov/hiv/what/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIV Statistics of Women is S.A is shocking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amnesty International, an international human rights body has urged the South African government to unfold hands concerning the issue of HIV and Aids. They say poor rural women are the victims of HIV in the country because they face sexual abuse and discrimination everyday when comparing to men. The report released earlier on in March stated that women under the age of 25 at risk four times to be infected with the virus than men of the same age, they additional said culture of violence and stigma worsen the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the AI report women are everyday increasing their risk of contacting the virus because they are mostly affected by poverty, unemployment and they are being abused within the hands of men. With some 5.5 millions out of 48 millions South Africans believed to be carrying the virus, the shape has changed from gay, white males to poor women living in rural areas striven by poverty and unemployment, said the report. The report outlines that young women were up to four times more likely to be HIV positive than men of their same age 12 years after the country adopted a constitution guaranteed to equal rights to all citizens.&lt;br /&gt;"Rural South African women's lives are scarred by persistent violence in their families, homes and in under-policed, unsafe communities," Michelle Kagari, Deputy Director of AI's Africa Programme, said in a statement. "The co-existence of the epidemics of both HIV and violence against women has raised the costs of violence for South African women and girls -both physically and psychologically," she added.&lt;br /&gt;Source: HIV Centre: Health24.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-7648915563626500806?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/7648915563626500806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=7648915563626500806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/7648915563626500806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='Sepedi poems'/><title type='text'>Selepe gomela</title><content type='html'>Selepe gomela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wene molomo moreperepe;&lt;br /&gt;Wene meno matsinketse;&lt;br /&gt;Wene selepe magagaila;&lt;br /&gt;Wene meno masweu mabolaya a sega;&lt;br /&gt;Goma maremo a bonala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selepe gomela maremo a bonala;&lt;br /&gt;Meloga dithito di sinamile;&lt;br /&gt;Megaba makabe o tletlebolotse;&lt;br /&gt;Mengana dikwata tletlebolotse;&lt;br /&gt;Go mme gee le metshitsane medu o konotse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesito ya gago e kwagetse maloba;&lt;br /&gt;Lentsu go kokota le kwetse maabane;&lt;br /&gt;Go fihla e bile mefagahlo;&lt;br /&gt;Meno o tsinkeditse dintlha;&lt;br /&gt;Bogale wa gagaila;&lt;br /&gt;Lesego ele lekepelepe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gomela go rema thobela;&lt;br /&gt;Sethokgwa o gagarile;&lt;br /&gt;Bophuthi ba setse molaleng;&lt;br /&gt;Bokgwale ba palelwa ke go tshetshetha;&lt;br /&gt;Bokgaka ba palelwa ke go kekeretsa;&lt;br /&gt;Ka ge o le magagaila go gagaitse naga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gomela thobela bohloko bo kwagetse;&lt;br /&gt;Gomela dikhuru re rwele mekhumogo;&lt;br /&gt;Gomela magetla re rwele di kimelo;&lt;br /&gt;Bohloko re bo apere;&lt;br /&gt;Ge ele marumo ona kgale re a swalalantse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-3225276940171478292?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/3225276940171478292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=3225276940171478292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/3225276940171478292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/3225276940171478292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/2008/04/selepe-gomela.html' title='Selepe gomela'/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-1425232140762936755</id><published>2008-04-15T02:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T02:46:38.300-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English Poetry'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Lillian</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Lillian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the day that the Lord;&lt;br /&gt;Mighty Heavenly Father;&lt;br /&gt;Brought you to this world;&lt;br /&gt;To do His&lt;br /&gt;And what you are supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise Him for that;&lt;br /&gt;Love and respect Him;&lt;br /&gt;He said to your parents;&lt;br /&gt;She shall be named Lillian;&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful blessed name;&lt;br /&gt;To reflect how blessed and special she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the day that Lord;&lt;br /&gt;Answered prayers of your parents;&lt;br /&gt;They had spent nine months kneeling down;&lt;br /&gt;Asking God to give them something special;&lt;br /&gt;And God gave them you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise them for that;&lt;br /&gt;Love them and pray for them;&lt;br /&gt;Respect them because they deserve it;&lt;br /&gt;Then you will be happy for the rest of your life;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-1425232140762936755?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-509461006737649402</id><published>2008-04-15T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T02:45:32.772-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English Poetry'/><title type='text'>So proud I stand</title><content type='html'>So proud I stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand up everyday;&lt;br /&gt;Pronouncing lout who am I;&lt;br /&gt;Telling people where am I from;&lt;br /&gt;Without fear but with self confidence;&lt;br /&gt;I stand before everyone;&lt;br /&gt;Telling them whom I used to be;&lt;br /&gt;Before yesterday and today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am proud to stand up;&lt;br /&gt;And fry Masutsa;&lt;br /&gt;Drink home made Amarura beer;&lt;br /&gt;And drink home made Mageu;&lt;br /&gt;I feel proud to tell people;&lt;br /&gt;That I grew up in a poverty striven area;&lt;br /&gt;Where I used to eat Dikodi and Matsankodi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even today where I am;&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow where I will be;&lt;br /&gt;I will never leave my past back;&lt;br /&gt;I will carry them with me where ever I go;&lt;br /&gt;So proud I will always stand;&lt;br /&gt;And pronounce who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were dancing a Masoboro dance;&lt;br /&gt;Singing songs of Basemanyana;&lt;br /&gt;Eating Mabilo and Mapara;&lt;br /&gt;Drinking Borolo and Manapo;&lt;br /&gt;So proud we stand;&lt;br /&gt;And always we will;&lt;br /&gt;Without any fear of intimidation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-509461006737649402?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/509461006737649402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=509461006737649402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/509461006737649402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/509461006737649402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-proud-i-stand.html' title='So proud I stand'/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-4981903155815110411</id><published>2008-04-15T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:18:45.506-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Electricity'/><title type='text'>Rural areas should be load shaded</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/SAR4umv_-PI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tg09VWH_Q3Y/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189405412708841714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/SAR4umv_-PI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tg09VWH_Q3Y/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Rural areas should not be left out when considering the issue of load shedding because it is where electricity is used most, the issue of people saying people in rural areas should be left out because they are not consuming more electricity is not welcomed and it is not true” said Mr. Rampedi of Eskom. Rampedi was speaking to journalists in Polokwane on Monday during a press conference in regard to load shedding in the city. There are lot of sayings around rural areas because they complain that they are affected by the load shedding while they do not consume more electricity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We only use electricity for lighting, radio and television, we use fire to cook and boil water” said one of the resident who wanted to be anonymous at Ga-Makanye. “We are all poor here and we do not have these expensive electric appliances that consume electricity, but we are left in darkness everyday, this is not fare” she continued. According to Mr. Rampedi rural area people uses electricity unnecessarily just because they do not have education on how to properly use it. “Most of them have hot plates which are used to cook, boil water and serve as heaters” he continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The executive mayor of Polokwane Municipality Mr. Thabo Makunyane encouraged people to save electricity, so that they can achieve 10% targeted saving so that they can be excluded from this phenomenon. He also encouraged media people to assist on helping the government and Eskom to achieve their mission of saving energy to avoid crises. According to Makunyane polokwane municipality is already saved 7% of electricity since the start of the load shedding and he believe within the coming months they can reach the target of 10%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well to really show that they are committed to save energy, a press conference was held without any lights. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-4981903155815110411?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/4981903155815110411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=4981903155815110411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/4981903155815110411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/4981903155815110411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/2008/04/rural-areas-should-be-load-shaded.html' title='Rural areas should be load shaded'/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/SAR4umv_-PI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tg09VWH_Q3Y/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-102966349405348042</id><published>2008-04-13T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:18:46.247-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>Mbeki and Mugabe in Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/SAHQNWv_-OI/AAAAAAAAACs/wyQExx5mKOs/s1600-h/brothers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188657173571303650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/SAHQNWv_-OI/AAAAAAAAACs/wyQExx5mKOs/s320/brothers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend president Mbeki and Mugabe on friday 10 April after having a hour long meeting in Harare. Mugabe told reporters about his friendship with Mbeki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/SAHQH2v_-NI/AAAAAAAAACk/-f_i8KzMn8k/s1600-h/shapiro11april2008.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188657079082023122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/SAHQH2v_-NI/AAAAAAAAACk/-f_i8KzMn8k/s320/shapiro11april2008.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture by Zapiro: President of Zimbabwe Robert mugabe is busy counting votes by his own because he do not trust the Zimbazwean Electoral Commision. Because he is alone he is going to spent the whole month of april counting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/SAHQBmv_-MI/AAAAAAAAACc/nPPprJJRx60/s1600-h/mbekimugabe_cartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188656971707840706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/SAHQBmv_-MI/AAAAAAAAACc/nPPprJJRx60/s320/mbekimugabe_cartoon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking their relationship to a upper level: This was after Mbeki was delegated by SADC to be a mediator between ZANU-PF leader and MDC leaders in Zimbabwe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i still believe Mugabe will lead the country again, because he is counting votes by himself, how can you let yourself loose, while you are counting without viewers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-102966349405348042?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/102966349405348042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=102966349405348042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/102966349405348042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/102966349405348042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/2008/04/mbeki-and-mugabe-in-pictures.html' title='Mbeki and Mugabe in Pictures'/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/SAHQNWv_-OI/AAAAAAAAACs/wyQExx5mKOs/s72-c/brothers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-4349666317676852927</id><published>2008-04-13T01:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T01:30:56.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Most Dangerous States for Eating Out.</title><content type='html'>Are you intending to go out of the country, just to get a fresh air, before doing that check the most dangerous states that you have to abstain from eating at their restaurants. The healthinspections.com has done a study on the outcome of diseases outbreaks at some of the states and they found that five of them are most dangerous. South Africa is still safe because the studies are not yet started.&lt;br /&gt;The most dangerous states for eating out are Florida, California, Minnesota, Ohio, and New York according to the most recent federal data. Restaurants in these five states spread bacteria such as E.coli and salmonella, making nearly 3,000 customers sick and putting 65 in the hospital.  For restaurants in Florida and California, this is not good news. It's the third straight year they've topped the list for having the most dangerous restaurants.  Healthinspections.com analyzed data from the Centers For Disease Control to obtain the rankings. Here's how the states stack up for outbreaks of restaurant food poisoning in 2006, the most recent year available.&lt;br /&gt;1. Florida         74 outbreaks&lt;br /&gt;2. California    69 outbreaks&lt;br /&gt;3. Minnesota   55 outbreaks&lt;br /&gt;4. Ohio             54 outbreaks&lt;br /&gt;5. New York    50 outbreaks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The federal numbers also raise questions about food safety practices in restaurants because more and more people are getting sick from eating out. Across the country, restaurants were responsible for at least 605 outbreaks of food poisoning in 2006, compared to 532 outbreaks in 2005.  Healthinspections.com has found that many Florida restaurants – from fast food to fine dining facilities – have long records of serious health code violations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all, the restaurant had been cited for 36 violations on two previous inspections including:&lt;br /&gt;-Employees not washing&lt;br /&gt;-Employees not changing dirty gloves&lt;br /&gt;-Using dirty wiping cloths on tables and countertops.          &lt;br /&gt;-Slime contaminating the ice machine&lt;br /&gt;-Dirty soft drink nozzles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Norovirus outbreak, which couldn't be tied to a particular food item at Coconuts, the restaurant continued to have problems. Coconuts was cited for 10 violations on Valentine's Day, including food at the wrong temperature, a food cooler not working properly, and repeat violations for dirty ice machines and dirty soda nozzles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Source: The Most Dangerous States for Eating Out, Healthinspections.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-4349666317676852927?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/4349666317676852927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=4349666317676852927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/4349666317676852927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/4349666317676852927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/2008/04/most-dangerous-states-for-eating-out.html' title='The Most Dangerous States for Eating Out.'/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-6145717765431114845</id><published>2008-04-13T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T01:30:19.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Less happy people may be healthy and live long</title><content type='html'>Are you always happy or extremely happy, experts says less happy of having little worries may be healthy than being extremely happy. According to the society that we live in now people who have everything are regarded as the most happier people, and because they have everything we also regard them as the healthiest people. But according to the study done by psychologists who researched happiness for more than decades those who are less happy are more likely to be healthy that the extremely happy people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. ED Diener of the University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign told Reuters Health that people who are less happy may achieve more than those who are extremely happy. He further said that they may also live longer than the extreme happier. "Our findings suggest that extremely high levels of happiness might not be a desirable goal and that there is more to psychological well-being than high levels of happiness," Diener and his team report in the journal Perspectives on Psychological Science.&lt;br /&gt;The researchers looked at six different studies of happiness and life outcomes to investigate the optimum level of happiness. One study, the World Values Survey, which included nearly 120 000 people from 96 countries, found that those who were moderately happy, rating their life satisfaction at 8 or 9 out of 10, made more money than those who rated their satisfaction level at 10. However, 10s and 9s were more likely to have stable intimate relationships.&lt;br /&gt;Health24 note down that another study found that the happiest college students were also the most social, but they had lower grade-point averages than their slightly less happy peers. In four studies that looked at individuals' well-being several years after their happiness level was initially assessed, the happiest people wound up with less education and lower incomes than the moderately happy individuals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SOURCE: Perspectives on Psychological Science, December 2007. – (Reuters Health)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-6145717765431114845?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/6145717765431114845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=6145717765431114845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/6145717765431114845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/6145717765431114845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/2008/04/less-happy-people-may-be-healthy-and.html' title='Less happy people may be healthy and live long'/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-4492728446599968701</id><published>2008-04-13T01:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T01:28:31.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mbeki is Mugabe’s best friend</title><content type='html'>President Thabo Mbeki said on weekend to the reporters that the Zimbabwe’s election standoff is not a crisis and its electoral commission must be given time to release the results of a presidential poll held two weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;I do not believe what President Thabo Mbeki has just said on weekend, how can he say the Zimbabwe’s standoff election is not a crisis? How can people wait for election results for weeks? That is something that worries me about Mbeki, I am not sure how far is too far he is going with his friendship with Mugabe.&lt;br /&gt;After Mbeki held an long meeting with president Mugabe, on his way to Zambia to discuss the crises of elections in Zimbabwe he told reporters that he wouldn’t describe that as a crisis. He said It is a normal electoral process in Zimbabwe. “We have to wait for ZEC to release the results,” Mbeki told reporters after the meeting” he added.&lt;br /&gt;It is not really sure of what they were discussing for that hour long, but I assume the issue of not going to attend a summit in Lusaka came out. That is why Mugabe ended up telling journalists after the meeting that, he is not going to the summit, but is best friend and brother Mbeki is going. “Sometimes you attend and sometimes you have other things holding you back” said Mugabe.&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday the opposition leader in Zimbabwe Tsvangarai met with Mbeki concerning the crime but northing was revealed about their discussion, it is believed they never got any agreement, which is why he further more went to other African continents to look for help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-4492728446599968701?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/4492728446599968701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=4492728446599968701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/4492728446599968701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/4492728446599968701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/2008/04/mbeki-is-mugabes-best-friend.html' title='Mbeki is Mugabe’s best friend'/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-6471728936520082640</id><published>2008-04-04T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:18:46.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kakanyo ya go hloma Khansele ya baswa ya tša bokgabo e thoma go otlologa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/R_Y7JTtVOYI/AAAAAAAAAB8/okUfwGKvDSo/s1600-h/National.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185397052058974594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/R_Y7JTtVOYI/AAAAAAAAAB8/okUfwGKvDSo/s320/National.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Limpopo Youth Arts Council- ye ke khansele yeo e ka bonwago ka mono probenseng ya Limpopo nakong yeo e sa fetšego pelo. Baswa bao ba tšerego maitapišo a bona ba a bea tiragatšong ya tša bokgabo gammogo le setšo, ba kopantšhitše di hlogo go netefatša gore khansele e a kgonagala. David Ramakgwakgwa ye ka sebele a lego moswa wa go tsenelela ka gare ga ditiragatšo tša bokgabo le setšo o re kakanyo ye ye hlwahlwa e tlile ka Komišene ya baswa ya Limpopo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morero mogolo wa khansele ye ke go tla go netefatša gore dinyakwa tša badiragatši ba tša bokgabo ka mono Limpopo di a lebelelwa ebile ditalente tša bona di tšwetšwa pele. “ Khansele ye e tlile gape goba yona gomang ka nna ya go kgobaketša badiragatši ba go swana le Direti, dibapadi tša sefala, bangwadi, babetli gammkogo le ba torowi. “Bontšhi bja baswa ba Limpopo ba nale talente ye kgolo re lebeletše mererong ya tša bokgabo, efela ka lebaka la gore ga go nale motho yoo a ba hlokometšego ditalente tša bona di feleletša di lahlega, ke ka lebaka leo re nyakago go dira khansele ya mohuta wo yeo e tlabego e lebeletše baswa feela” gwa realo Ramakgwakgwa ge a be a hlalosetša lešaba la badiragatši nakong ya ge go be go swerwe kopano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramakgwakgwa go tšweleng pele ga gagwe o laeditše gore khansele ye e tlile go thoma dileteng tše hlano tša ka mono probenseng, gomme ka morago gwa hlongwa boetapele bja probense. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-6471728936520082640?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/6471728936520082640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=6471728936520082640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/6471728936520082640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/6471728936520082640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/2008/04/kakanyo-ya-go-hloma-khansele-ya-baswa.html' title='Kakanyo ya go hloma Khansele ya baswa ya tša bokgabo e thoma go otlologa!'/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/R_Y7JTtVOYI/AAAAAAAAAB8/okUfwGKvDSo/s72-c/National.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-5457013680450815273</id><published>2008-04-04T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:18:46.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A council meeting is not a play ground!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/R_Y6YjtVOXI/AAAAAAAAAB0/KT9WpXyOFV8/s1600-h/LOGO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185396214540351858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/R_Y6YjtVOXI/AAAAAAAAAB0/KT9WpXyOFV8/s320/LOGO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A council meeting is not a play ground!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really embarrassed and enraged for three days which I have attended Capricorn Polokwane municipality Council Meetings. These meetings are taken as a play ground, when the councilors do not have anything to do at home they just call a special council meeting even if there is northing to discuss, I mean yesterday on Thursday there was a special council meeting at Library Auditorium in Polokwane, guess what happened, a chair women of the meeting laid ground rules and after that a councilor from a Democratic Alliance Movement stood up and pour stinking water on her. He told the poor chair women that she do not have to lay ground rules to them, she better lay ground rules to herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chairperson tried to call the councilor to order, but unfortunately said to him “Put that micro oven down instead of saying put that microphone down”. Another DA councilor stood up and said “Point of Correction, a microphone not a micro-oven”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not wonder why these kinds of meetings are called often; there is a catering of high level which is called every time when having these jokes called council meetings. For my surprise on Thursday some councilor brought their children in with then. I do not think I will ever go to these meetings again, but unless when I am bored, just to go there and laugh. But if there is something serious to attend I do not think I can even try to go there, I do not care whether there is nice well done food or not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-5457013680450815273?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/5457013680450815273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=5457013680450815273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/5457013680450815273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/5457013680450815273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/2008/04/council-meeting-is-not-play-ground.html' title='A council meeting is not a play ground!'/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/R_Y6YjtVOXI/AAAAAAAAAB0/KT9WpXyOFV8/s72-c/LOGO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-2584977361619132190</id><published>2008-04-02T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T02:33:54.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Most of my Highly rated Poems</title><content type='html'>Do you want to see some of my highly rated poems?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These poems was earlier this year published by the AVUSA media devition online called Reporter.co.za. Below are the link to the publishes poems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Reporters Articles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reporter.co.za/poetry/article.aspx?ID=RP21A639647"&gt;http://www.reporter.co.za/poetry/article.aspx?ID=RP21A639647&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reporter.co.za/poetry/article.aspx?ID=RP21A640542"&gt;http://www.reporter.co.za/poetry/article.aspx?ID=RP21A640542&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reporter.co.za/community/article.aspx?ID=RP21A630789"&gt;http://www.reporter.co.za/community/article.aspx?ID=RP21A630789&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reporter.co.za/article.aspx?ID=RP21A624675"&gt;http://www.reporter.co.za/article.aspx?ID=RP21A624675&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reporter.co.za/poetry/article.aspx?ID=RP21A643065"&gt;http://www.reporter.co.za/poetry/article.aspx?ID=RP21A643065&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reporter.co.za/poetry/article.aspx?ID=RP21A644392"&gt;http://www.reporter.co.za/poetry/article.aspx?ID=RP21A644392&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reporter.co.za/poetry/article.aspx?ID=RP21A644387"&gt;http://www.reporter.co.za/poetry/article.aspx?ID=RP21A644387&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reporter.co.za/poetry/article.aspx?ID=RP21A689003"&gt;http://www.reporter.co.za/poetry/article.aspx?ID=RP21A689003&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reporter.co.za/poetry/article.aspx?ID=RP21A689997"&gt;http://www.reporter.co.za/poetry/article.aspx?ID=RP21A689997&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reporter.co.za/newszone/article.aspx?ID=RP21A690689"&gt;http://www.reporter.co.za/newszone/article.aspx?ID=RP21A690689&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reporter.co.za/poetry/article.aspx?ID=RP21A693116"&gt;http://www.reporter.co.za/poetry/article.aspx?ID=RP21A693116&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reporter.co.za/poetry/article.aspx?ID=RP21A693613"&gt;http://www.reporter.co.za/poetry/article.aspx?ID=RP21A693613&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reporter.co.za/poetry/article.aspx?ID=RP21A695270"&gt;http://www.reporter.co.za/poetry/article.aspx?ID=RP21A695270&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reporter.co.za/poetry/article.aspx?ID=RP21A695274"&gt;http://www.reporter.co.za/poetry/article.aspx?ID=RP21A695274&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reporter.co.za/poetry/default.aspx?Page=RP21P91628"&gt;http://www.reporter.co.za/poetry/default.aspx?Page=RP21P91628&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reporter.co.za/poetry/article.aspx?ID=RP21A696226"&gt;http://www.reporter.co.za/poetry/article.aspx?ID=RP21A696226&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reporter.co.za/poetry/article.aspx?ID=RP21A699594"&gt;http://www.reporter.co.za/poetry/article.aspx?ID=RP21A699594&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reporter.co.za/poetry/default.aspx?Page=RP21P91628"&gt;http://www.reporter.co.za/poetry/default.aspx?Page=RP21P91628&lt;/a&gt;  NB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reporter.co.za/poetry/article.aspx?ID=RP21A700563"&gt;http://www.reporter.co.za/poetry/article.aspx?ID=RP21A700563&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reporter.co.za/poetry/article.aspx?ID=RP21A701693"&gt;http://www.reporter.co.za/poetry/article.aspx?ID=RP21A701693&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reporter.co.za/poetry/article.aspx?ID=RP21A703032"&gt;http://www.reporter.co.za/poetry/article.aspx?ID=RP21A703032&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reporter.co.za/poetry/article.aspx?ID=RP21A705782"&gt;http://www.reporter.co.za/poetry/article.aspx?ID=RP21A705782&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reporter.co.za/poetry/article.aspx?ID=RP21A707063"&gt;http://www.reporter.co.za/poetry/article.aspx?ID=RP21A707063&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reporter.co.za/poetry/article.aspx?ID=RP21A707068"&gt;http://www.reporter.co.za/poetry/article.aspx?ID=RP21A707068&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reporter.co.za/poetry/default.aspx?Page=RP21P91628"&gt;http://www.reporter.co.za/poetry/default.aspx?Page=RP21P91628&lt;/a&gt; NB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reporter.co.za/poetry/article.aspx?ID=RP21A708998"&gt;http://www.reporter.co.za/poetry/article.aspx?ID=RP21A708998&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reporter.co.za/poetry/article.aspx?ID=RP21A709856"&gt;http://www.reporter.co.za/poetry/article.aspx?ID=RP21A709856&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reporter.co.za/poetry/article.aspx?ID=RP21A715283"&gt;http://www.reporter.co.za/poetry/article.aspx?ID=RP21A715283&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reporter.co.za/poetry/article.aspx?ID=RP21A716334"&gt;http://www.reporter.co.za/poetry/article.aspx?ID=RP21A716334&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reporter.co.za/poetry/article.aspx?ID=RP21A718537"&gt;http://www.reporter.co.za/poetry/article.aspx?ID=RP21A718537&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reporter.co.za/poetry/article.aspx?ID=RP21A720029"&gt;http://www.reporter.co.za/poetry/article.aspx?ID=RP21A720029&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reporter.co.za/poetry/article.aspx?ID=RP21A720031"&gt;http://www.reporter.co.za/poetry/article.aspx?ID=RP21A720031&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reporter.co.za/poetry/article.aspx?ID=RP21A722283"&gt;http://www.reporter.co.za/poetry/article.aspx?ID=RP21A722283&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reporter.co.za/poetry/article.aspx?ID=RP21A723695"&gt;http://www.reporter.co.za/poetry/article.aspx?ID=RP21A723695&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reporter.co.za/poetry/article.aspx?ID=RP21A724257"&gt;http://www.reporter.co.za/poetry/article.aspx?ID=RP21A724257&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reporter.co.za/poetry/article.aspx?ID=RP21A725115"&gt;http://www.reporter.co.za/poetry/article.aspx?ID=RP21A725115&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reporter.co.za/poetry/article.aspx?ID=RP21A726057"&gt;http://www.reporter.co.za/poetry/article.aspx?ID=RP21A726057&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reporter.co.za/poetry/article.aspx?ID=RP21A727022"&gt;http://www.reporter.co.za/poetry/article.aspx?ID=RP21A727022&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reporter.co.za/poetry/article.aspx?ID=RP21A727024"&gt;http://www.reporter.co.za/poetry/article.aspx?ID=RP21A727024&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 2008 stories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01.  &lt;a href="http://www.reporter.co.za/poetry/article.aspx?ID=RP21A737787"&gt;http://www.reporter.co.za/poetry/article.aspx?ID=RP21A737787&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02.  &lt;a href="http://www.reporter.co.za/poetry/article.aspx?ID=RP21A734230"&gt;http://www.reporter.co.za/poetry/article.aspx?ID=RP21A734230&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03.  &lt;a href="http://www.reporter.co.za/poetry/article.aspx?ID=RP21A737200"&gt;http://www.reporter.co.za/poetry/article.aspx?ID=RP21A737200&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04.  &lt;a href="http://www.reporter.co.za/poetry/article.aspx?ID=RP21A738679"&gt;http://www.reporter.co.za/poetry/article.aspx?ID=RP21A738679&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-2584977361619132190?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/2584977361619132190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=2584977361619132190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/2584977361619132190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/2584977361619132190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/2008/04/most-of-my-highly-rated-poems.html' title='Most of my Highly rated Poems'/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-1099848872778324910</id><published>2008-03-30T00:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:18:46.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Badudi ba Mankweng ba bolailwe ke lenyoro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/R-8-ADtVOWI/AAAAAAAAABs/cZ3A2q1OZZ0/s1600-h/Meetse.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183429866843093346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/R-8-ADtVOWI/AAAAAAAAABs/cZ3A2q1OZZ0/s320/Meetse.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mafelelong a beke yeo e fetilego badudi ba bolailwe ke lenyoro o šoro ka ge motse wa Mankweng o be o sena meetse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Kgobalale Peter Moruthane &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dipakete tšeo di bego di rwele ke badudiDitikologong tše dingwe batho banwa meetse babe ba tšholle letšatši ka letšatši ntle le go a kwela bohloko, Motse wa Mankweng ke o mongwe wa metse yeo. Efela ka labohlano le mokibelo wa beke ya go feta 14-15 March motse woo o be o omile o šoro batho ba hloka le meetse a gonwa. Badudi bare mmasepala ga se wa ba lemoša ka tiragalo yeo ya sehlogo. Go ya ka bona mmasepala o be o swanetše goba o ba boditše nako e sale gona gore ba kgone go gelella meetse ka gare ga magapa a magolo gammogo le diteramo.&lt;br /&gt;“Re reka meetse, ga gona ka mokgwa wo re ka dirago ka gona” gwa realo yo mongwe wa badudi ba Unit D. Baithuti bao ba dulago ka metseng yeo ya Mankweng ya go wela ke lenyora ba laeditše gore babe ba ekga meetse ka univesithung ya Limpopo ka magapa le dipakete. “Re hlwile ka tlala ka gore ga gona meetse a go apea” gwa realo Lettah Mpete elego yo mongwe wa baithuti bao ba dulago ka motseng. “Re palela le ke goya ka ntlwaneng ya botswelamare ka gore ke mathata, ruri regakanegile” gwa realo Mpete ge a tšwela pele. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seipone se kgonne go etela mafelo ao a amegilego gomme a boledišana le babangwe ba badudi bao babego ba rwele magapa le dipakete tša meetse. Raditaba oile go bolela le a be a swarwa ke lenyora gomme a swanelwa ke goya go kgopela meetse go bao ba šetšego ba rekile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-1099848872778324910?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/1099848872778324910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=1099848872778324910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/1099848872778324910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/1099848872778324910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/2008/03/badudi-ba-mankweng-ba-bolailwe-ke.html' title='Badudi ba Mankweng ba bolailwe ke lenyoro'/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/R-8-ADtVOWI/AAAAAAAAABs/cZ3A2q1OZZ0/s72-c/Meetse.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-4575637717115814725</id><published>2008-03-30T00:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:18:46.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dikamora tša ka mafuri, ke mokgwa wa go dira mašeleng ka Mankweng</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/R-89qjtVOVI/AAAAAAAAABk/rcgf_yhvWzs/s1600-h/Makoko.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183429497475905874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/R-89qjtVOVI/AAAAAAAAABk/rcgf_yhvWzs/s320/Makoko.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dikamora tša ka mafuri, ke mokgwa wa go dira mašeleng ka Mankweng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ekaba o nale kakanyo ya go dira kgwebo ka tikologong ya Mankweng, gona dikamora tša ka mafuri e tlaba kgetho ye botse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Kgobalale Peter Moruthane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tšedingwe tša dintlo: Ga MakokoKgwebo ya go rentiša dikamora tša ka mafuri ka tikologong ye ya Mankweng e tloga e tonne mosela, e gola letšatši ka letšatši, ka lebaka la bontšhi bja baithuti bao ba dulago ka tše mmalwa tše di fitilego ke ile ka rata go dira dinyakišišo malebana le menyetla ya kgwebo ka tikologong ye. Ke dirile se lebaka ele kgeregelo yeo e bonalago tikologong ye ya batho, batho ba bantšhi ba gotšwa dikarolong tša go fapana ba kgeregela motse se toropo wo letšatši ka letšatši go balwa le batšwa ntle. Geke sepela ke kopane le dikgwebo potlana tše mmalwa go swana le go rekišwa ga dienywa, dinama tša go bešwa goba Mnandis gammogo le diphatlo. Efela bontšhi bja dikgwebo tšeo di šomago ga botse ke tšona tša go rentiša dikamora tša ka mafuri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dikarolo tša go swana le Zone 01, Makaye, le Mamotintane ke tšeo di nyaumago ka baithuti bao ba tsenago ka unibesithi. Bontšhi bja baithuti ba dula ka dikamoraneng tša ka morago kage ba itlhokela sa bona, gomme bao ba dulago ka khamphaseng ke bao ba tšwago malapeng a goikgona. Tše dingwe tša dintlo di tloga di agelwa gona go rentišwa. Seipone seile sa kgona go boledišana le yo mongwe wa basadi bao ba iphidišago ka mokgwa wowa kgwebo. Anna Mamabolo yo a agilego kgauswi le Gate 03 ya unibesithi o laeditše gore yena o nale dikamora tše 20, gomme ka gare tšona go dula baithuti ba babedi ba babedi, seo sera gore o rentiša baithuti ba 40. “Ka kgwedi ba mpha R 350, 00 bjalo ka tefo kaotee kaotee” Mamabolo a fetola ka leo a bontšha goipsina. “Ke kgona go hlokomela lapa laka ka tšhelete ye ke e hwetšago” o tšwetše pele ka leo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go dumelwa gore baithuti ba palo ya go feta dikete tše nne gaba dule ka meagong ya unibesithi, gomme seo ke monyetla wa gore badudi ba Mankweng ba kgone go tliša letseno ka gae. “Rena re kgetha go dula ka ntle ga unibesithi ka gore ka gare goa turwa, re kase kgone go lefela mašeleng ao ka gore retšwa malapeng ao a ithlokelago” gwa realo rantobeng Mpho gotšwa seleteng sa Sekhukhune. Rantobeng o tšwetše pele ka gore mo ba dulago gona ba lefela feela R3500 ka ngwaga, moka ka khamphaseng ba swanela go lefela R 7000. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-4575637717115814725?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/4575637717115814725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=4575637717115814725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/4575637717115814725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/4575637717115814725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/2008/03/dikamora-ta-ka-mafuri-ke-mokgwa-wa-go.html' title='Dikamora tša ka mafuri, ke mokgwa wa go dira mašeleng ka Mankweng'/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/R-89qjtVOVI/AAAAAAAAABk/rcgf_yhvWzs/s72-c/Makoko.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-7704236569283049012</id><published>2008-03-30T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:18:47.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baithuti! Le seke la tlaiša baithuti ka lena ka go robala le ba lekani ba lena pepeneneng!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/R-89XjtVOUI/AAAAAAAAABc/mke7lMNAZiA/s1600-h/Limpopo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183429171058391362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/R-89XjtVOUI/AAAAAAAAABc/mke7lMNAZiA/s320/Limpopo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unibesithi ya Limpopo ka Turfloop, e ile dibekeng tše pedi tša go feta ya swara ditlhahlo tšeo di tšwetšego baithuti mohola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Kgobalale Peter Moruthane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baithuti ka moka bao ba tsenago Univesithing ye, ba bile le nako ye botse ya go boledišana le batšeakarolo ba bohlokwa malebana le ditirelo tsa baithuti. Seo sedirilwe ka mokgwa wa tlhahlo le dipoledišano magareng ga batšeakarolo le baithuti. Ditlhahlo tše di thomile letšatšing la 25 February - 14 March gona ka Unibesithing. Ditlhahlo tše tša mohola go baithuti di diragaditšwe ke ba lefapa la dintlo, maano ele go tsebantšha baithuti le merero gammogo le melao ya bona ka di hosteleng. Ditlhahlo tšeo di tsenetše ke baemedi go tšwa mafapeng a mmalwa go swana le tša maphelo, tšhireletšo, tlhabollo ya dithuto, baemedi ba baithuti le ba tša merero ya baithuti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morena PW Moselekwa elego yena gomang ka nna ka lefapeng la tsa dintlo gammogo le mothuši wa gagwe Mohumagadi Lemekwane babe bale gona go etelela pele dipoledišano tšeo. Baithuti ba ile ba fa dingongorego tša bona malebana le go hlokega ga meetse ao a fišago ka dihosteleng. Babangwe ba baithuti le bona ba llile malebana le baletadikgoro bao ba beilwego dihosteleng tša bona ka gore ga baba dumelele ge ba tsena ka hosteleng le bagwera ba go feta o tee ba bašemane. “Rena rele baithuti re dira mešomo ya sekolo ka dihlophana, gomme dihlopha tša rena di akaretša bašemane le banenyana, re swanetše go direla kae mešomo ya rena ka gore ba gana bagwera barena ba tsena le rena ka dihostele” gwa realo yo mongwe wa baithuti yo a bego a nyaka phetolo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moselekwa o hlohleleditše baithuti go šomišana mmogo le bona gore batle ba kgone go dula lebaka le letelele ka dihosteleng, go bane esego bjalo ba tlile go swanela ke go phuthaphutha diporogwane tsa bona ngwaga o se wa fela. Moselekwa o tšwetše pele ka gore baithuti ba swanetše go tlogela mekgwa ya bona ya go se amogelege ya go tlaiša baithuti ka bona ka go robala le balekani ba bona pepeneneng. Go tšweleng pele gagagwe o laeditse gore kgweding ya go feta go nale moithuti yoo a išitšwego kgotla kgalemong malebana le ditiro tšeo tša go ješa dihlong pele ga batswadi bagagwe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-7704236569283049012?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/7704236569283049012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=7704236569283049012' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/7704236569283049012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/7704236569283049012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/2008/03/baithuti-le-seke-la-tlaia-baithuti-ka.html' title='Baithuti! Le seke la tlaiša baithuti ka lena ka go robala le ba lekani ba lena pepeneneng!'/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/R-89XjtVOUI/AAAAAAAAABc/mke7lMNAZiA/s72-c/Limpopo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-6584840054272494791</id><published>2008-03-30T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T00:09:38.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A girl not interested on Marrying a pastor</title><content type='html'>Neither am I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not want;&lt;br /&gt;To talk about it anymore;&lt;br /&gt;Like you do;&lt;br /&gt;I told you;&lt;br /&gt;Long time ago;&lt;br /&gt;The first time when you meet me;&lt;br /&gt;Yes;&lt;br /&gt;I told you;&lt;br /&gt;That a Pastor;&lt;br /&gt;I will never;&lt;br /&gt;I will never associate myself with;&lt;br /&gt;A Pastor’s wife;&lt;br /&gt;I will never be;&lt;br /&gt;But if deciding to take that road;&lt;br /&gt;You will be traveling alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-6584840054272494791?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/6584840054272494791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=6584840054272494791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/6584840054272494791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/6584840054272494791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/2008/03/girl-not-interested-on-marrying-pastor.html' title='A girl not interested on Marrying a pastor'/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-8929005266185803369</id><published>2008-03-30T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T00:07:26.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>President Robert Mugabe</title><content type='html'>It is election time in Zimbabwe this weekend, people are going to vote for a person who they think he will bring joy, in to their life, a person who is going to take Zimbabwe from where it is to a better level, althou Mugabe says It will take a Decate for Zimbabwe to be solved, Opposition parties do not think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as Peter Moruthane, i agree with him, he says it will take a decate if someone tries to fix it, Zimbabwe will only be fixed by Mugabe when and if he want to. This man is a great leader according to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want to let you that he is a Role Model to me. VIVA MOGABE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is a poem for him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;President Robert Mugabe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A true African president;&lt;br /&gt;Who believes his country;&lt;br /&gt;He believes his decisions;&lt;br /&gt;And he trusts his actions;&lt;br /&gt;He is a rock;&lt;br /&gt;That can not be shaken;&lt;br /&gt;A rock that can not be moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some call him a blocking rock;&lt;br /&gt;While other ululate when glimpsing his face;&lt;br /&gt;To others he is a role model;&lt;br /&gt;And to others just a piece of a hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84 years he is;&lt;br /&gt;Still strong;&lt;br /&gt;And young looking;&lt;br /&gt;Still leading;&lt;br /&gt;Without shaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than two decades in power;&lt;br /&gt;President Robert Mugabe;&lt;br /&gt;An true iron fist leader;&lt;br /&gt;He destroys everything;&lt;br /&gt;He builds and destroys;&lt;br /&gt;That is what he is known of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consultations for him;&lt;br /&gt;Is a waste of money;&lt;br /&gt;Negotiations for him;&lt;br /&gt;Is a waste of time and energy;&lt;br /&gt;He is a president;&lt;br /&gt;A leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some call him a leader;&lt;br /&gt;And some says a dictator;&lt;br /&gt;He is&lt;/span&gt; Robert Mugabe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-8929005266185803369?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/8929005266185803369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=8929005266185803369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/8929005266185803369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/8929005266185803369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/2008/03/president-robert-mugabe.html' title='President Robert Mugabe'/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-5525742820146935894</id><published>2008-03-29T23:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T00:01:21.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Not sure what was happening"</title><content type='html'>Hi guys, i was not sure what was happening because i did not update my Blog for a long time, but well now everything will be ok, i am back with a demand.  Please Continue enjoying my poetry and latests news in my blog. The news are writen in Sepedi and In English.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-5525742820146935894?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/5525742820146935894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=5525742820146935894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/5525742820146935894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/5525742820146935894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/2008/03/not-sure-what-was-happening.html' title='&quot;Not sure what was happening&quot;'/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-2475246718461161234</id><published>2008-03-06T01:31:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T01:31:53.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>University Residential workshop was very useful to students</title><content type='html'>University Residential workshop was very useful to students&lt;br /&gt;“Do not abuse your room mates by sleeping with girls/boys in front of them”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Students from all residences in the campus were able to interact with different stakeholders of the university for the first time ever. The department of housing hosted a seven days workshop at MBL Dining Hall, in order to introduce students to the university lifestyle and services. The workshops started last on the 25th February and it ended on the 5th March. The workshops attended by university stakeholders from Security, Housing, Health, Academic Development and Student SRC and the office of the Student Affairs. Mr. Moselekwa the director of Housing and his assistance Mrs. Lemekwane were there to also facilitate the programme. The main role of the workshop was to introduce residential Policy guide line to students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After every presentation students managed to ask questions and clarities, and also make suggestions were applicable. They complained about their residence because there is no running hot water. Some they complained about the issue of security at the entrance of their residence, ladies said they are treated unfairly because they are not allowed to enter their residence with more than one male classmate, because they are only allowed to get in with one male friend. “What should we do when we want to do a group work in our rooms” said one of the students at MBK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The director of housing Mr. Moselekwa encouraged students to cooperate in the residence in order for them to be there for a long time. “ I do not want to meet you at the hearing, I love you and I care enough for you, you are my children” said Moselekwa. He also asked students not to abuse their room mates by coming sleeping with girlfriends/boyfriends in the room while the roommate is there. “Last week we called the parents of a student who slept with a girlfriend in the room while the roommates is watching, his parents were shocked and I do not want to see you doing the same” he continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The workshops were very successful because more that two hundreds students managed to attend daily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-2475246718461161234?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/2475246718461161234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=2475246718461161234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/2475246718461161234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/2475246718461161234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/2008/03/university-residential-workshop-was_06.html' title='University Residential workshop was very useful to students'/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-8086285403244681272</id><published>2008-03-06T01:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T01:31:52.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'>University Residential workshop was very useful to students</title><content type='html'>University Residential workshop was very useful to students&lt;br /&gt;“Do not abuse your room mates by sleeping with girls/boys in front of them”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Students from all residences in the campus were able to interact with different stakeholders of the university for the first time ever. The department of housing hosted a seven days workshop at MBL Dining Hall, in order to introduce students to the university lifestyle and services. The workshops started last on the 25th February and it ended on the 5th March. The workshops attended by university stakeholders from Security, Housing, Health, Academic Development and Student SRC and the office of the Student Affairs. Mr. Moselekwa the director of Housing and his assistance Mrs. Lemekwane were there to also facilitate the programme. The main role of the workshop was to introduce residential Policy guide line to students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After every presentation students managed to ask questions and clarities, and also make suggestions were applicable. They complained about their residence because there is no running hot water. Some they complained about the issue of security at the entrance of their residence, ladies said they are treated unfairly because they are not allowed to enter their residence with more than one male classmate, because they are only allowed to get in with one male friend. “What should we do when we want to do a group work in our rooms” said one of the students at MBK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The director of housing Mr. Moselekwa encouraged students to cooperate in the residence in order for them to be there for a long time. “ I do not want to meet you at the hearing, I love you and I care enough for you, you are my children” said Moselekwa. He also asked students not to abuse their room mates by coming sleeping with girlfriends/boyfriends in the room while the roommate is there. “Last week we called the parents of a student who slept with a girlfriend in the room while the roommates is watching, his parents were shocked and I do not want to see you doing the same” he continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The workshops were very successful because more that two hundreds students managed to attend daily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-8086285403244681272?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/8086285403244681272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=8086285403244681272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/8086285403244681272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/8086285403244681272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/2008/03/university-residential-workshop-was.html' title='University Residential workshop was very useful to students'/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-7398792873907771390</id><published>2008-03-06T01:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T01:30:52.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Know your status and live a healthy life</title><content type='html'>Know your status and live a healthy life&lt;br /&gt;Get tested today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Kgobalale Peter Moruthane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has came to my mind that even now many people still do not know what it means to go for HIV test. People think about many things that are not even there in this world, like after testing you are going to die, these perceptions is because they do not have information. I want to urge all young people especially students to go for VCT because it is good for them. Get tested today, and start living a healthy life. If you did not test you are really walking in a dark towards running water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voluntary counseling and testing (VCT) for HIV is the process whereby an individual or couple ndergo counseling to enable him/her/them to make an informed choice about being tested for HIV. This decision must be entirely the choice of the individual/s and he  must be assured that the process will be confidential. VCT is much more than drawing and testing blood and offering a few counseling sessions. It is a vital point of entry to other HIV/AIDS services, including prevention and clinical management of HIV-related illnesses, tuberculosis (TB) control, psychosocial and legal support, and prevention of mother-to-child transmission of HIV (MTCT). High-quality VCT enables and encourages people with HIV to access appropriate care and is an effective HIV-prevention strategy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VCT can also be an effective behavior-change intervention. VCT offers a holistic approach that can address HIV in the broader context of peoples’ lives, including the context of poverty and its relationship to risk practice. VCT offers benefits to those who test positive or negative. VCT alleviates nervousness, increases clients’ perception of their vulnerability to HIV, promotes behavior change, facilitates early referral for care and support—including access to antiretroviral (ARV) therapy—and assists in reducing stigma in the community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is demand for VCT (people want to know their HIV serostatus). Demand can also be created when comprehensive services are made available and stigma is reduced. An increasing number of countries are rapidly addressing the quality and quantity of care-related programs. Care-related activities include increased access to ARV therapy. VCT services must be made more widely available given this dynamic context and that access to care (including ARVs) requires people to know their HIV serostatus. In most universities we have health centre and all of them they offer and facilitate VCT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-7398792873907771390?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/7398792873907771390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=7398792873907771390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/7398792873907771390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/7398792873907771390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/2008/03/know-your-status-and-live-healthy-life.html' title='Know your status and live a healthy life'/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-5893446402458394337</id><published>2008-03-05T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T23:49:35.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kebe ke morata 01</title><content type='html'>Kebe ke morata 01&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Kgobalale Peter Moruthane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maikemisetso a sereto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morago ga gore lekgarebe laka leo ke bego ke lerata le lahlegelwe ke bophelo, ke ile ka kwa ke kgwathegile maikutlo gaesale, ruri ke sa tsebe gore ke dire eng. Guile gwaba boimanyana go nna gore ke amogele tiragalo yeo. Sebotsana e be e le kgarebe yam mala wo moswana, a re ge a thoma go ntebelela ka mahlong ke thoma go ebela bjalo ka moloi a swaregile, e be ele ditsohle tsaka. Ka boripana nna le sebotsana go be go sena yo a ka rekgaogantshago le ka letsatsi la mohlolo, rebe rele ntepa le lesago. Letsatsi la mafelelo g eke mmona re be re ile go ya go epshina lifelong la diphoofolo tsa digagabi ka ntle ga teropo ya Polokwane. Ke ile ka leo le latelago mesong ka a mogela mogala gotswa go batswadi ba gagwe go ntsebisa gore bosegong bja maabane gase a lala a bo patile, ka tsela yeo oithobaletse bjo bogolo. Ke ile go kwa seo ka ela nona ya megokgo ye mehubedu tekano ya matsatsi a mararo. Ke ka tsela yeo ke ngwadilego sereto se.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sereto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kebe ke morata 01&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O be a re ge a nkgwatha ka kgwathega;&lt;br /&gt;O be a re ge a nthalokisa ka ralokisega;&lt;br /&gt;O be a re ge a nkatla ka a tlega;&lt;br /&gt;O be a kgona go ntlosa bodutu dinakong tsohle;&lt;br /&gt;O be a tloga a kgona go utolla bonna bjaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ga bjalo ke gopola botse bja sefahlego sa gagwe;&lt;br /&gt;Ke gopola botse bja seemo sa gagwe;&lt;br /&gt;Botse bja botho bja gagwe;&lt;br /&gt;Ke gopola bose bja lentsu la gagwe;&lt;br /&gt;Leo o ka rego le apeetswe ka gare ga pitsa;&lt;br /&gt;Ke gopola bonolo bja seatla sa gagwe;&lt;br /&gt;Seo a bego a se sumisa go ntlaetsa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masuana a nkgopotsa mohlang wola re kopana;&lt;br /&gt;E be ele Lamorena morago ga dijo tsa matena;&lt;br /&gt;Kgwedi ele yona ya Phybjane;&lt;br /&gt;Yeo e bego e swere matsatsi a mane;&lt;br /&gt;Ngwaga ele wa kete pedi le tshela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O be a phadima, a satswa go kwala kwena;&lt;br /&gt;A feleletse ka diaparo tsa mebala ya matsoba;&lt;br /&gt;Mmala wa gagwe wo moswana, wa lerata;&lt;br /&gt;O be o phadima o benya ka gare ga matsoba ao a bego a a apere;&lt;br /&gt;Ge ele sefahlego sa gagwe sona;&lt;br /&gt;Sebe se legile ka gare ga nkgepetlana;&lt;br /&gt;Yeo mmejana wa gagwe wa go felela ka seatleng;&lt;br /&gt;O bego o feleletse ga yare ga yona. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ke be ke mo letile ka fase ga Morula;&lt;br /&gt;Ka mmona a batamela;&lt;br /&gt;A thoma go takataketsa;&lt;br /&gt;Ge ka pela a tla fosetsa bofofu ka fase ga morula;&lt;br /&gt;Ka yeo nako pelo ya ka;&lt;br /&gt;E be e rema, e thula ebile e tulatula;&lt;br /&gt;Ke sa tsebe seo ke tlilego go mmotsa sona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ka leo letsatsi;&lt;br /&gt;Kgopana ebe e lle lesela thobela;&lt;br /&gt;Ka mo lebelela ge a nteba;&lt;br /&gt;Ka mo tomolela mahlo ka dintakaneng tsa go phadima;&lt;br /&gt;Gomme go kopaneng garena;&lt;br /&gt;Ya ba goipshina ka lehlabula la marega.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ile a ntswara;&lt;br /&gt;A nkatla;&lt;br /&gt;Ka moswara;&lt;br /&gt;Ka moatla;&lt;br /&gt;Ka molemosa ka tsela yeo a utswitsego maikutlo a ka;&lt;br /&gt;Le yena a thaba kage ele seo a bego a se emetse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ga bjalo ke mo gopotse;&lt;br /&gt;Ke gopotse go bona mokino moseong wa legano la gagwe;&lt;br /&gt;Ke gopola mahlabula ohle ao re a hlabutsego mmogo;&lt;br /&gt;Obe a nthabisa, ke mothabisa;&lt;br /&gt;A kgona go ntsikiditla, ke motsikiditla;&lt;br /&gt;Re be rele bo tshwene bomakopong;&lt;br /&gt;Re kgona le go rinana dinta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moletemohlaelathupa ke mo gabjalo a ilego gona;&lt;br /&gt;Ruri a palelwa le ke go ntshiela mokgokgothi;&lt;br /&gt;Gore ke sale ke mogopola ka wona;&lt;br /&gt;Ruri a palelwa k eke go ntshiela la bosuana;&lt;br /&gt;Gore ke sale ke mogopola ka lona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E fela gee le mediro ya gagwe;&lt;br /&gt;Ke tla sala ke mogopola ka yona;&lt;br /&gt;Ke tla mo gopola ka dinako tsohle;&lt;br /&gt;Ge letsatsi lehlaba;&lt;br /&gt;Le ge letsatsi le dikela.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-5893446402458394337?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/5893446402458394337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=5893446402458394337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/5893446402458394337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/5893446402458394337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/2008/03/kebe-ke-morata-01.html' title='Kebe ke morata 01'/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-5145711545983244793</id><published>2008-03-05T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T23:31:53.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I said what was on my mind</title><content type='html'>I said what was on my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am South African;&lt;br /&gt;And I have rights;&lt;br /&gt;Like other South Africans;&lt;br /&gt;I have a right;&lt;br /&gt;To say what ever I want to;&lt;br /&gt;As long as is not a harm to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did the same;&lt;br /&gt;Spoke what was in my mind;&lt;br /&gt;In order to help;&lt;br /&gt;But unfortunately;&lt;br /&gt;What I said;&lt;br /&gt;Fell in to the ears;&lt;br /&gt;Of people who do not want;&lt;br /&gt;To hear what wrongs they are doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was emotional;&lt;br /&gt;And angry;&lt;br /&gt;When people compromise their own lives;&lt;br /&gt;Because of a silly tiny thing;&lt;br /&gt;I love them;&lt;br /&gt;They are my sisters;&lt;br /&gt;And I care for them;&lt;br /&gt;I do not want them to suffer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they fell pregnant;&lt;br /&gt;Because of invalid reasons;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me angry;&lt;br /&gt;Because the minutes;&lt;br /&gt;They begin to suffer;&lt;br /&gt;They will come back to us;&lt;br /&gt;Crying for our help;&lt;br /&gt;It is better to tell them;&lt;br /&gt;What I feel now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said what was on my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-5145711545983244793?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/5145711545983244793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=5145711545983244793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/5145711545983244793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/5145711545983244793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-said-what-was-on-my-mind.html' title='I said what was on my mind'/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-8901560209045114667</id><published>2008-03-05T23:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T23:29:57.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I decided to quit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I decided to quit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promoting a healthy lifestyle;&lt;br /&gt;At University of Limpopo I did;&lt;br /&gt;Educating students;&lt;br /&gt;About their health life;&lt;br /&gt;Challenges and how to tackle them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a peer educator;&lt;br /&gt;Very disciplined and dedicated;&lt;br /&gt;And very professional I was;&lt;br /&gt;For full four years;&lt;br /&gt;Without being appreciated;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have heard enough;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked hard;&lt;br /&gt;But for the sake of students;&lt;br /&gt;And for the sake of my fellow south African;&lt;br /&gt;Without support and appreciation;&lt;br /&gt;I continued with all my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I was trapped;&lt;br /&gt;Because I just made;&lt;br /&gt;A very little silly mistake;&lt;br /&gt;By only saying what I had to;&lt;br /&gt;A mere personal comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now fingers are pointing at me;&lt;br /&gt;I am being called a rotten potato;&lt;br /&gt;It is enough;&lt;br /&gt;I can not take it any more;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to quit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-8901560209045114667?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/8901560209045114667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=8901560209045114667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/8901560209045114667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/8901560209045114667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-decided-to-quit.html' title='I decided to quit'/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-6085123216269485839</id><published>2008-03-03T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T06:59:17.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Survival of the fittest</title><content type='html'>Survival of the fittest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Kgobalale Peter Moruthane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our parents struggled;&lt;br /&gt;20 years back;&lt;br /&gt;They fought for freedom;&lt;br /&gt;They fought against;&lt;br /&gt;White supremacy;&lt;br /&gt;So that we can be;&lt;br /&gt;A rainbow nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed;&lt;br /&gt;They fought;&lt;br /&gt;And they won;&lt;br /&gt;But now what is happening;&lt;br /&gt;Are we still going back;&lt;br /&gt;Were our parents are from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why domination;&lt;br /&gt;Of a certain tribe or color;&lt;br /&gt;Why are we fighting&lt;br /&gt;In our own country;&lt;br /&gt;Why are we discriminating;&lt;br /&gt;Against each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does a color still matter;&lt;br /&gt;Does a tribe still matter;&lt;br /&gt;I know color is there;&lt;br /&gt;And tribes are there;&lt;br /&gt;But let then not put us apart;&lt;br /&gt;Because we are the children of this soil;&lt;br /&gt;All of us;&lt;br /&gt;Black or white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are we killing each other;&lt;br /&gt;In the name of racism;&lt;br /&gt;Why are we assaulting each other;&lt;br /&gt;In the name of racism;&lt;br /&gt;Our grandfather once said;&lt;br /&gt;Never, never and never again;&lt;br /&gt;Do we disrespect;&lt;br /&gt;What he said;&lt;br /&gt;South Africans;&lt;br /&gt;Let us sing a song;&lt;br /&gt;A song of a rainbow nation;&lt;br /&gt;Nkosi sinkeleli Africa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-6085123216269485839?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-5806329208826398913</id><published>2008-03-02T02:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T02:15:22.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life a mystery</title><content type='html'>Life a mystery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Kgobalale Peter Moruthane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.moruthanepeter.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One person said to me;&lt;br /&gt;On my first year at University;&lt;br /&gt;He said not all of us;&lt;br /&gt;Will leave this university;&lt;br /&gt;Carrying degrees or diplomas;&lt;br /&gt;But only few of us;&lt;br /&gt;Not even half;&lt;br /&gt;But few of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may not be our fault;&lt;br /&gt;And not our parents;&lt;br /&gt;But because life is mystery;&lt;br /&gt;Some will die;&lt;br /&gt;Some will drop out;&lt;br /&gt;And some will fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some will get involved;&lt;br /&gt;In issues that do not concern them;&lt;br /&gt;And at the end of the day;&lt;br /&gt;They will be expelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three years at a University;&lt;br /&gt;It is a long way;&lt;br /&gt;Which need one;&lt;br /&gt;To be careful on were he sits;&lt;br /&gt;Be careful on what you say;&lt;br /&gt;And be careful on friends you choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not so;&lt;br /&gt;Then one will be part;&lt;br /&gt;Of those who will go home;&lt;br /&gt;Without their degrees;&lt;br /&gt;Those who will go home dead;&lt;br /&gt;And those who will never go home;&lt;br /&gt;Because they would be jailed for life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-5806329208826398913?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-5954528741966522449</id><published>2008-03-02T01:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T01:22:15.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Student guide Volume 01</title><content type='html'>Student guide Volume 01&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Kgobalale Peter Moruthane&lt;a href="http://www.moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.moruthanepeter.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adaptation to a University life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A life at university is a totally different life when comparing to all lifestyles, because people who attend a tertiary education are from different lifestyle background, and they are from different countries, provinces and villages. Every one of them had a type of life he/she was living at her/his place. When all type of life styles and backgrounds meet a one complex type of life style is formed and it is called a Tertiary Life Style. Although all students will end up enjoying this type of life style, there are few steps that the first entering students should follow to adapt quickly this unique life style. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01.  Make Sure that you apply for university admission early&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New students should apply early to high institutions to avoid last minutes rush and disappointments. After admitted and registered, make sure that you collect all documents needed e.g. Student Card, Cafeteria Smart Card and Library Card. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02.  Find a mentor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure that you find a mentor as soon as you finish the process of registrations and accessing all documents needed. A mentor is somebody who will mentor you through everything that involves the academic work at a university. This person is also responsible to clarify you with everything that concern the academic work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03.  What about finding a friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being alone is something that will make you adapt to the university life style after long time, without a friend you will be lonely, stay in your room, go to library, go to lecture rooms and sleep, which is not healthy. Get a friend that you will talk with, go around with and go for shopping with. In most universities all first entering students are occupying only double rooms where by they have room mates, this was meant to make sure that every one have a friend or someone to make her/him busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04.  Know your University&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the help of your friend you will not be afraid of going around the university, checking all services that are offered for students e.g. Health, Counseling, Arts and et cetera. This is to make sure that you are familiar with all buildings around the campus, some universities are big enough whereby you may not be able to know all sides, but it is advisable for you to know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05.  What about your resource places&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Library, Computer Laboratory, Photocopying Room and others. Make sure that you visit them very often because it is your resource room, your books and computers are there. You may also go there for refreshment, read novels and surf the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06.  Any Events to attend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check around the campus, is there any notices talking about events? Have a look and make sure that you check many of them very often. Attending events can help you and your mind, this one is regarded as refreshment. Be aware of being a party animal! Do not be one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Copyright@Kgobalale Peter Mortuthane 2007-2025&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-5954528741966522449?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/5954528741966522449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=5954528741966522449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/5954528741966522449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/5954528741966522449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/2008/03/student-guide-volume-01.html' title='Student guide Volume 01'/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-116822342417048717</id><published>2008-03-02T01:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T01:21:04.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A alleged bus accident disturbs students</title><content type='html'>A alleged bus accident disturbs students&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Students may have had an accident on their way to funeral in Malelane, Mpumalanga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Kgobalale Peter Moruthane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.moruthanepeter.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On weekend there were unconfirmed disturbing rumors around the campus that students had an accident on their way to a funeral in Mpumalanga. Students came in numbers to lay to rest one of their classmate and a media student Nkosinathi Lucky Mhlongo. Mhlongo died last week on Thursday,  he was on his way with other students from student march in Pretoria, were they handed over a memorandum of concerns to the education minister Naledi Pandor.  It is alleged that his death came after an argument over revolutionary songs. It is believed that his body was thrown out of a moving taxi on the way towards the campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three students who are arrested in conjunction with the incident are Tabane Serumula, George Tswai and Raymond Mabelebele. They appeared in Mankweng magistrate court last week Monday and charged with murder case, and the case was adjourned to March 3, 2008. Students will again embark on a march to Magistrate to validate the reason of the perpetrators of not to be given bail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-116822342417048717?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/116822342417048717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=116822342417048717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/116822342417048717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/116822342417048717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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ngwe gore ba bo phurunya bjang;&lt;br /&gt;Go ba mohlomongwe ke bjona bja Unibesity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O a kgarama ngwana wa batho,&lt;br /&gt;O a kgatha ebile oa kgara misa,&lt;br /&gt;O tsena yohle mejako ebile o tsene yohle,&lt;br /&gt;O ba fetola bjalo ka leobu,&lt;br /&gt;O ba eneditse bjalo ka kodi megwanyeng,&lt;br /&gt;E bile o ba feferile bjalo ka leselo mabeleng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ke gona ge bare ke ona wa go ephidisa;&lt;br /&gt;Go ba ke bjona bo mapimpane;&lt;br /&gt;E kaba o abetse mang yo a go bolailego;&lt;br /&gt;Go ba ke lona leina le lagago;&lt;br /&gt;Gape ba gologolo bare leina lebe ke seromo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O a kgatha o a kgarama,&lt;br /&gt;Ga o kgetje ga ohlaswe,&lt;br /&gt;O a mogela tsohle o a mogela bohle,&lt;br /&gt;Ga o lape o lapolla bohle,&lt;br /&gt;E bile ga olape o lapisa bohle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ruri ruri ke bofe bjo o bo phelago;&lt;br /&gt;Bafahlusi o tswile le bona;&lt;br /&gt;Baithuti o boile le bona;&lt;br /&gt;A o itira pudi orata goja mere yohle;&lt;br /&gt;A oitira wa go gana go botswa yo a wetsego komeng tsa batho?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A o phela bofe bjo bangwe ba sa bo bonego;&lt;br /&gt;Ga ke gane madila ga oa tsebe, ebile le mesi o a e tshaba,&lt;br /&gt;E fela bjagago bo phelo bo a mmakatsa;&lt;br /&gt;Dintlokgetwa o dieneditse ele gona go tsoma baba kaone,&lt;br /&gt;Merafe ka moka oe eneditse ele go kwa ditatso ka moka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O a lapolla ebile oa lapisa,&lt;br /&gt;O mma legogwana o a lela bohle,&lt;br /&gt;O hlephi o phela o hlephisitse,&lt;br /&gt;A fa o tla feleletsa o le mmago semanyamanyane?&lt;br /&gt;Hlepholla marokgo, Phutha legogwana,&lt;br /&gt;O tlogele gohlwa o adile,&lt;br /&gt;Ye ke Unibesity.&lt;br /&gt;Ga o digadikele go di phura.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-4312500876900706194?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-5582459596489432496</id><published>2008-03-01T05:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T05:10:25.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O ba kwetse sekeleng</title><content type='html'>O ba kwetse sekeleng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ba kwele kwii kwii kgeke;&lt;br /&gt;E bile tsa bona ditaelo o dilatetse;&lt;br /&gt;Bammoditse tsebe gokwa;&lt;br /&gt;Gore a seke a ba a leka;&lt;br /&gt;Go sumisa wa mogogorupa go gora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ga senke aleka go gora ka wona;&lt;br /&gt;Ga se nke a o sumisa wa mankokonono;&lt;br /&gt;O sa phadima o sa kganya;&lt;br /&gt;E bile osa bonala boswa;&lt;br /&gt;O tloga a ekwele kwii kwii ya batswadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babe bare ba a mothusa;&lt;br /&gt;Babe bas are ba a molahletsa;&lt;br /&gt;Babe bare ba a mothusa, ba a moeletsa;&lt;br /&gt;E bile babe ba moruta bophelo;&lt;br /&gt;E fela gee le gabjalo ba setla moloi pelo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ga bjalo o godile, o godisitse;&lt;br /&gt;Tsa gagwe dithaka di mosile ka tema;&lt;br /&gt;Dipatlama fase tsa ngwaiwa magetla;&lt;br /&gt;Di dula fase tsa gelwa a go tlosa lenyora;&lt;br /&gt;Gee le yena o ithoma ka letolo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kgeke yeo gabjalo bosa hlwego bo moswanela;&lt;br /&gt;E a sekgitla, e a sehwidinya;&lt;br /&gt;Batswadi bao ga bjalo elego diputswa;&lt;br /&gt;Le bona ba tletse ka boitsholo;&lt;br /&gt;Ka gee le thorwana ele nosi yeo ba bego ba etshepile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee le bagaditsong bona;&lt;br /&gt;Ba ipshina ka go di swaswatha;&lt;br /&gt;Bare kgale re ba botsa;&lt;br /&gt;Babe bare wa bona otla felela kae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ntle le gore bagwera ba mollies;&lt;br /&gt;Ba itswere matheka, bare oile a etira nkgwete;&lt;br /&gt;O ba tlogetse ba bapala are batswadi ba molaile;&lt;br /&gt;Are wa gagwe monwana bamolaile;&lt;br /&gt;Baile aseke aba aleka go gora ka wona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O godile gabjalo ebile o kgekotse;&lt;br /&gt;Kgole ke mo a tswago;&lt;br /&gt;Kgauswi ke mo ayago ka ge le tsa gona dikgogo di motsosa;&lt;br /&gt;O dirile wo mmotse mohlala wa gokwa batswadi;&lt;br /&gt;Efela ga bjalo o a etshola ka ge a hloka le ya go thoma;&lt;br /&gt;Batswadi ba molaile ga botse;&lt;br /&gt;E fela yena o kwetse sekeleng.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-5582459596489432496?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/5582459596489432496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=5582459596489432496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/5582459596489432496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/5582459596489432496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/2008/03/o-ba-kwetse-sekeleng.html' title='O ba kwetse sekeleng'/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-3641684504988628067</id><published>2008-03-01T04:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T04:53:05.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I do have wings</title><content type='html'>I do have wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Kgobalale Peter Moruthane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is true;&lt;br /&gt;I do have wings;&lt;br /&gt;Wings to fly;&lt;br /&gt;Like other birds;&lt;br /&gt;And I do know;&lt;br /&gt;I know how to sing;&lt;br /&gt;Like other birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you say that;&lt;br /&gt;I do not have wings;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you say that;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know how to sing;&lt;br /&gt;If I do not fly when with you;&lt;br /&gt;Does it mean I do not have one?&lt;br /&gt;If I do not sing when with you;&lt;br /&gt;Does it mean I do not know how to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask;&lt;br /&gt;Ask me to;&lt;br /&gt;Ask me to fly;&lt;br /&gt;Do not assume I do not have;&lt;br /&gt;Ask;&lt;br /&gt;Ask me to;&lt;br /&gt;Ask me to sing;&lt;br /&gt;Do not assume I do not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am not ready to fly;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am not ready to sing;&lt;br /&gt;Do not say I do not have;&lt;br /&gt;And do not say I do not know how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not you see;&lt;br /&gt;That I am like other birds?&lt;br /&gt;Or do you see any different?&lt;br /&gt;I have feathers;&lt;br /&gt;And I have a peak;&lt;br /&gt;Those are the characteristics of a bird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-3641684504988628067?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/3641684504988628067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=3641684504988628067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/3641684504988628067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/3641684504988628067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-do-have-wings.html' title='I do have wings'/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-2705402752585927469</id><published>2008-03-01T04:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T04:52:40.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am just alone</title><content type='html'>I am just alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Kgobalale Peter Moruthane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to this world being alone;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up in the hands of my family;&lt;br /&gt;I spent more time with them;&lt;br /&gt;And I also spent more time with my friends;&lt;br /&gt;And now I am independent;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer depending on my parents;&lt;br /&gt;I have responsibilities;&lt;br /&gt;For every action I take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something I learned;&lt;br /&gt;I am alone;&lt;br /&gt;And I will always be alone;&lt;br /&gt;In this world;&lt;br /&gt;Because I was alone when I came here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of the things I did;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout my entire life;&lt;br /&gt;Up until now;&lt;br /&gt;I learned that I used my responsibilities;&lt;br /&gt;Some I was responsible;&lt;br /&gt;And some I was irresponsible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends sometime may be my influence;&lt;br /&gt;Environment sometime can also be my influence;&lt;br /&gt;But I learned something;&lt;br /&gt;That I am just alone;&lt;br /&gt;Let me not be influenced by external matters;&lt;br /&gt;Let me do things in my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the way my parents want;&lt;br /&gt;Not the way my friends want;&lt;br /&gt;Not the way my teachers want;&lt;br /&gt;But in my own;&lt;br /&gt;And not forgetting to consider their advice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-2705402752585927469?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/2705402752585927469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=2705402752585927469' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/2705402752585927469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/2705402752585927469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-am-just-alone.html' title='I am just alone'/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-210341650433816974</id><published>2008-03-01T04:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T04:45:00.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ntshenge a new born South African Reggae Icon</title><content type='html'>Ntshenge a new born South African Reggae Icon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“His music teaches, bless and entertain”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Limpopo born artist is an inspiration to all reggae music supporters in Limpopo and in South Africa in General, his latest album with the Jah live named Cornerstone is an example to show people how multi talent he is. Being a leading vocal and at the same time backing vocal is what he does in his album cornerstone. In his Music he speaks about social problems that people faces each and every day e.g. Track 03 in the album It is Tough for me, in this song Ntshenge try to show people how he has suffered, after he moved from rural area looking for job and find out that there is no jobs there, and after finding a Job he never get paid. He talks about what is exactly happening in South Africa for people who do not have Jobs. He also speaks about Love, religious issues and politics.&lt;br /&gt;His track “Call for a World Peace” is provoked many people, he speaks about people like President Robert Mugabe and how world leaders can contribute to bring back peace in country like Uganda where people dies because of hunger. In the song Ntshenge emphasized the fact that all world leaders should call for an International peace conference to address this issue of wars and poverty in African countries. He further indicated that apartheid is South Africa is no longer there because of Unity and it also means that if all world leaders can come together then peace can be with people around the world. “ I want this song to reach all countries of the world, I just do not know how but people really need to hear it will transform all nations” said Ntshenge.&lt;br /&gt;His music is suitable for all types of people, Christians, non-Christians and even Rastafarians. According to Bula Music because of his musical background that dates back to when he was just five when he was playing the drums and singing has contributed much to his talent which he just honored by recording his album titled “Cornerstone”.&lt;br /&gt;Ntshenge is from a rural area in Limpopo province called Venda, and he was born from a family of a musical background because his father was a musician. I think all people should make sure that they catch his album because it is not the one to be missed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-210341650433816974?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/210341650433816974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=210341650433816974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/210341650433816974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/210341650433816974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/2008/03/ntshenge-new-born-south-african-reggae.html' title='Ntshenge a new born South African Reggae Icon'/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-5632731429356651221</id><published>2008-03-01T03:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:18:47.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thobela FM staff awards 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/R8lAaznLN0I/AAAAAAAAAA0/W61Z-eezukM/s1600-h/thobela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172736476287022914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/R8lAaznLN0I/AAAAAAAAAA0/W61Z-eezukM/s320/thobela.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thobela FM Staff Awards 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thobela FM yet celebrates the achievements of its staff members by giving them awards for the hard work and dedication shown during the year. The award ceremony, which will be in form of a gala dinner.  The ceremony will be held on Friday, the 07th March 2008 at Honeymoon Lodge in Seshego Township as a way of taking radio where it belongs, to the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The objectives of these awards is to encourage and reward hard working officials, increase staff morale and also assisting management in retaining talent in order to keep the brand appealing and ensuring the empowerment of first citizens and stakeholders. The station celebrates the efforts made by its staff members, rewards creativity, talent, commitment and dedication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This initiative will also highlight the support that the station is giving to its listeners in order to realise that the station is right where the people are.  The winners will be voted for by the listeners and will be presented by some of the stakeholders and partners who are involved in making this event a success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The station has been in a process of creating the new sound and imaging.  This imaging will be revealed at the same event.  The imaging was developed by Mashabela Creatives.  “This is the powerful sound that Thobela FM will be recognized with from the 7th March 2008.  The sound is fresh, contemporary and defines the station perfectly.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The event will be attended by amongst other dignitaries, the Head of SABC PBS, Mr. Thami Ntenteni, the Spokesperson of SABC, Mr. Kaizer Kganyago, and The SABC Limpopo’s Regional General Manager, Mr. Victor Ravhuanzwo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be different forms of entertainment for the invitees, including poetry, comedy and music etc. DJ What What from the stable Will of Steel and DJ Raymond will be taking care of the dance floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of those initiatives that will be applauded by both listeners and stakeholders alike.  The station ranks no 4 in the top 10 of the country’s most happening radio stations.  This Limpopo audience leader, rules Pretoria and also grew audience in the higher LSM especially in Gauteng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other event that will be taking place the same weekend, that is on the 8th March by the station, is the opening of Sesani’s house.  Sesani is a young woman who lost all her family members and had to go through a trauma of watching her mother’s dead body for four months at the morgue.  This humble and engaging radio station, that is also broadcasting and acting for Total Citizen Empowerment, in partnership with Mopani District municipality assisted this young woman with the mother’s burial and coordinated that she gets a fully furnished house.  The official opening of the house will take place on the 8th March 2008 at Mopye village in Bolobedu.&lt;br /&gt;For more information contact Mamolefe Segakweng Thobela FM Marketing Department, (015) 290 0230/0064.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-5632731429356651221?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/5632731429356651221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=5632731429356651221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/5632731429356651221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/5632731429356651221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/2008/03/thobela-fm-staff-awards-2008.html' title='Thobela FM staff awards 2008'/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/R8lAaznLN0I/AAAAAAAAAA0/W61Z-eezukM/s72-c/thobela.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-8126563036918156903</id><published>2008-02-29T04:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T04:11:23.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gays and lesbians- who came with this Idea</title><content type='html'>Gays and lesbians- who came with this Idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You may call me a boy or girl, it is what I am”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am worried and wondering about a kind of a person who just came up with this idea of introducing a gays and lesbians. I also have a question in mind about the nature of people who adopted this idea. I am aware that each and every time there are things that are introduced and people adopt and start to associate themselves with. If it may mean I am offending anyone they must pardon me. I am really against this idea because it does not correspond with cultural norms and even religious norms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was listening to a Radio Turf, a Campus radio in the University of Limpopo early Saturday morning; the host of the morning drive Pappie Maja invited a gay guy called Dumi, well the programme was full of call in’s people were asking this gay guy questions about what type of like they are going through. Dumi told the listeners that they may call him/her boy or a girl, “what a shame”! Said one of the callers, “When you were given birth your parents were very happy, they did not say you are a girl, but a boy now what is it that you are doing?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also one of the people who do not concur with the idea of saying this fashion of gays and lesbians is nature, in our rural communities there is northing like that, you will never hear some body saying she is a lesbian or saying he is a gay. But go to urban areas, most people who claim to be gays and lesbians are people who some time we take them as being our role models e.g. artists and celebrities. I never saw a poor gay or lesbian, is this fashion about being rich or what is its agenda?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and gentlemen in the early years God created Adam and Eve, men husband and wife, then these other things that we see I do not know where they are going to end. Do these gays and lesbians sometimes think of having children or family in particular? If the answer is yes then something should be some how wrong with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-8126563036918156903?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/feeds/8126563036918156903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2330909083856926290&amp;postID=8126563036918156903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/8126563036918156903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2330909083856926290/posts/default/8126563036918156903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moruthanepeter.blogspot.com/2008/02/gays-and-lesbians-who-came-with-this.html' title='Gays and lesbians- who came with this Idea'/><author><name>Moruthane Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027965460364843858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-2349122827755430009</id><published>2008-02-29T04:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:18:48.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A re boeleng setsong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/R8f1UjnLNyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/yTT6lFN_CyA/s1600-h/Calabash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172372430564046626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/R8f1UjnLNyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/yTT6lFN_CyA/s320/Calabash.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A re boeleng setsong &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setso ke segagaborena;&lt;br /&gt;Setso ke bohwa;&lt;br /&gt;Setso ke bophelo;&lt;br /&gt;A re boeleng setsong;&lt;br /&gt;Re boeleng gagaborena;&lt;br /&gt;Masuping a putswa tsabo rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hleng sebjalobjalo o kare se are paella;&lt;br /&gt;Goreng o kare re thoma go hlahlatha hlathing;&lt;br /&gt;Gomme tsela re e lebeletse ka tse pedi dintaka;&lt;br /&gt;A re boeleng setsong bana ba loko la mantsho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bo rare babe ba ipshina ka dijo tsa thaba;&lt;br /&gt;Ba ipshina ka diphoofolo;&lt;br /&gt;Ba tsoma ebile na bitswa marema;&lt;br /&gt;Go be go sebja ka dithatha;&lt;br /&gt;Lebese ele la go itia dihlaa;&lt;br /&gt;Go mme tsatsile marema;&lt;br /&gt;A wetse sa gotswa Phuti sethokgwa;&lt;br /&gt;Ka gae go be go dirwa mokete;&lt;br /&gt;Go a peiwa digola le ditlhako tsa basadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go be go sena tshiwana;&lt;br /&gt;Go be go sena tseba;&lt;br /&gt;Go be go ngwathelanwa;&lt;br /&gt;Go phathelanwa;&lt;br /&gt;Ele gona go phethagatsa la mogologolo;&lt;br /&gt;Ge a be a re bana ba motho ba ngwathelana kotwana la tsie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekgowa sona re lekile thobela;&lt;br /&gt;Re lekile goithuta polelo gammogo le sona setso sa bona;&lt;br /&gt;Sa rena ra lahla ra tshima ge babangwe ba phutha;&lt;br /&gt;Re ithutile gomme padipadi ya ba go palelwa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malwetsi re kgothile re ikgothetse;&lt;br /&gt;Mathata re biditse re ipileditse;&lt;br /&gt;Gee le dillo tsona di kaka ditsikitlano tsa meno;&lt;br /&gt;Batho re melelane a dipolai kage lenaba ele yona seleng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__emljozBVnY/R8f1fznLNzI/AAAAAAAAAAs/YdTy6yEUKrg/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172372623837574962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330909083856926290.post-5703715714308872948</id><published>2008-02-29T03:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T03:54:59.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death on a Window</title><content type='html'>Death on a Window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Kgobalale Peter Moruthane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sepeketere was her name;&lt;br /&gt;So good to everyone she was;&lt;br /&gt;A mother to all;&lt;br /&gt;And a sister to all;&lt;br /&gt;But her death&lt;br /&gt;Was a horrible thing I never saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She died a horrible death;&lt;br /&gt;People watching;&lt;br /&gt;But being useless to help;&lt;br /&gt;Men and women were watching;&lt;br /&gt;When a mother of all was killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would never;&lt;br /&gt;I would never talk about it;&lt;br /&gt;But now I think I have to;&lt;br /&gt;Because it is something that kills me;&lt;br /&gt;This woman was everything to me;&lt;br /&gt;And her death really touched my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children and adults;&lt;br /&gt;Watching with silent;&lt;br /&gt;Taking their hope to one person;&lt;br /&gt;My mother Maselatole;&lt;br /&gt;Who was morethan 50 Kilometers away;&lt;br /&gt;They still continued to believe;&lt;br /&gt;That she is the only one;&lt;br /&gt;To stop the horrible death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was still young;&lt;br /&gt;But I still recall;&lt;br /&gt;Each and every moment;&lt;br /&gt;Before her death;&lt;br /&gt;And the time she was dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was in the afternoon;&lt;br /&gt;Before the horrible thing, death;&lt;br /&gt;She called all of us at home;&lt;br /&gt;My mother was not there;&lt;br /&gt;And we had no phone to call her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gave us sweets and oranges;&lt;br /&gt;And this is what she told us;&lt;br /&gt;I am giving you this;&lt;br /&gt;Because it is the last day of my life;&lt;br /&gt;You will never see me again;&lt;br /&gt;If someone comes here;&lt;br /&gt;Tell her/him I am not in;&lt;br /&gt;We did not get the meaning;&lt;br /&gt;Of what she was saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 20:00;&lt;br /&gt;There was a knock at the gate;&lt;br /&gt;Before someone can open;&lt;br /&gt;Two armed men were already inside;&lt;br /&gt;“Where is Sepeketere?” they said.&lt;br /&gt;“She is not around” my mother’s sister in law answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sepeketere tried to lock herself;&lt;br /&gt;Inside a separate two roomed mud house;&lt;br /&gt;This two armed men;&lt;br /&gt;Were the sons of her brother;&lt;br /&gt;Who alleged her of being a witch;&lt;br /&gt;The knocked at the door;&lt;br /&gt;And there was no respond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within a minute;&lt;br /&gt;One of them went to a window;&lt;br /&gt;And tried to break it;&lt;br /&gt;Sepeketere inside;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to stop him;&lt;br /&gt;From entering the house;&lt;br /&gt;Who was she fooling;&lt;br /&gt;Because they wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly a cry from the window;&lt;br /&gt;Do not kill me!&lt;br /&gt;Do not kill me!&lt;br /&gt;She shouted;&lt;br /&gt;The guy was using a very thick, heavy stick;&lt;br /&gt;To break her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People after hearing the screams;&lt;br /&gt;They came from all around the village;&lt;br /&gt;Stood outside and watched;&lt;br /&gt;I did not know what to say or do;&lt;br /&gt;Because I was still young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A car was hired;&lt;br /&gt;To go and collect my mom;&lt;br /&gt;Who was many miles away;&lt;br /&gt;To come and stop the incident;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at those people;&lt;br /&gt;They expect one women;&lt;br /&gt;To stop it coming from more than 50 miles away!&lt;br /&gt;Why do not they help?&lt;br /&gt;Thai is what I asked my self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The minutes my mom arrives;&lt;br /&gt;The body of Sepeketere was lying down&lt;br /&gt;At the centre of Lapa;&lt;br /&gt;She was dead;&lt;br /&gt;There is none thing she asked;&lt;br /&gt;And I will never forget it;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you here;&lt;br /&gt;She was asking the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five days after the incident;&lt;br /&gt;She was buried;&lt;br /&gt;At Mohlaletse Cemetery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried to cope;&lt;br /&gt;But it was difficult;&lt;br /&gt;It was very difficult to my mom;&lt;br /&gt;Each and every minutes;&lt;br /&gt;When she think about it;&lt;br /&gt;She cries a lot;&lt;br /&gt;Asking her self the same question;&lt;br /&gt;How can people let someone die;&lt;br /&gt;Saying they are waiting for someone;&lt;br /&gt;Who is 50 miles away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her death is a pain in my heart;&lt;br /&gt;It is a scar that will never disappear;&lt;br /&gt;Her death made me to hate;&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2330909083856926290-5703715714308872948?l=moruthanepeter.blogspot.com' alt='' 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