Gays and lesbians- who came with this Idea
“You may call me a boy or girl, it is what I am”
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.
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?”
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?
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.
Friday, February 29, 2008
A re boeleng setsong
A re boeleng setsong
Setso ke segagaborena;
Setso ke bohwa;
Setso ke bophelo;
A re boeleng setsong;
Re boeleng gagaborena;
Masuping a putswa tsabo rare.
Hleng sebjalobjalo o kare se are paella;
Goreng o kare re thoma go hlahlatha hlathing;
Gomme tsela re e lebeletse ka tse pedi dintaka;
A re boeleng setsong bana ba loko la mantsho.
Bo rare babe ba ipshina ka dijo tsa thaba;
Ba ipshina ka diphoofolo;
Ba tsoma ebile na bitswa marema;
Go be go sebja ka dithatha;
Lebese ele la go itia dihlaa;
Go mme tsatsile marema;
A wetse sa gotswa Phuti sethokgwa;
Ka gae go be go dirwa mokete;
Go a peiwa digola le ditlhako tsa basadi.
Go be go sena tshiwana;
Go be go sena tseba;
Go be go ngwathelanwa;
Go phathelanwa;
Ele gona go phethagatsa la mogologolo;
Ge a be a re bana ba motho ba ngwathelana kotwana la tsie.
Sekgowa sona re lekile thobela;
Re lekile goithuta polelo gammogo le sona setso sa bona;
Sa rena ra lahla ra tshima ge babangwe ba phutha;
Re ithutile gomme padipadi ya ba go palelwa.
Malwetsi re kgothile re ikgothetse;
Mathata re biditse re ipileditse;
Gee le dillo tsona di kaka ditsikitlano tsa meno;
Batho re melelane a dipolai kage lenaba ele yona seleng.
Are boeleng setsong bana ba Thulare;
Re efogeng malwetsi;
Re nweng mero;
Re phureng dipeu;
Re tloleng matsoku;
Re latsweng dilatswalatswane;
Re be re feleletse ka go aramela mesi ya digagabi le diphofi.
Setso ke segagaborena;
Setso ke bohwa;
Setso ke bophelo;
A re boeleng setsong;
Re boeleng gagaborena;
Masuping a putswa tsabo rare.
Hleng sebjalobjalo o kare se are paella;
Goreng o kare re thoma go hlahlatha hlathing;
Gomme tsela re e lebeletse ka tse pedi dintaka;
A re boeleng setsong bana ba loko la mantsho.
Bo rare babe ba ipshina ka dijo tsa thaba;
Ba ipshina ka diphoofolo;
Ba tsoma ebile na bitswa marema;
Go be go sebja ka dithatha;
Lebese ele la go itia dihlaa;
Go mme tsatsile marema;
A wetse sa gotswa Phuti sethokgwa;
Ka gae go be go dirwa mokete;
Go a peiwa digola le ditlhako tsa basadi.
Go be go sena tshiwana;
Go be go sena tseba;
Go be go ngwathelanwa;
Go phathelanwa;
Ele gona go phethagatsa la mogologolo;
Ge a be a re bana ba motho ba ngwathelana kotwana la tsie.
Sekgowa sona re lekile thobela;
Re lekile goithuta polelo gammogo le sona setso sa bona;
Sa rena ra lahla ra tshima ge babangwe ba phutha;
Re ithutile gomme padipadi ya ba go palelwa.
Malwetsi re kgothile re ikgothetse;
Mathata re biditse re ipileditse;
Gee le dillo tsona di kaka ditsikitlano tsa meno;
Batho re melelane a dipolai kage lenaba ele yona seleng.
Are boeleng setsong bana ba Thulare;
Re efogeng malwetsi;
Re nweng mero;
Re phureng dipeu;
Re tloleng matsoku;
Re latsweng dilatswalatswane;
Re be re feleletse ka go aramela mesi ya digagabi le diphofi.
Death on a Window
Death on a Window
By Kgobalale Peter Moruthane
Sepeketere was her name;
So good to everyone she was;
A mother to all;
And a sister to all;
But her death
Was a horrible thing I never saw.
She died a horrible death;
People watching;
But being useless to help;
Men and women were watching;
When a mother of all was killed.
I thought I would never;
I would never talk about it;
But now I think I have to;
Because it is something that kills me;
This woman was everything to me;
And her death really touched my feelings.
Children and adults;
Watching with silent;
Taking their hope to one person;
My mother Maselatole;
Who was morethan 50 Kilometers away;
They still continued to believe;
That she is the only one;
To stop the horrible death.
I was still young;
But I still recall;
Each and every moment;
Before her death;
And the time she was dying.
It was in the afternoon;
Before the horrible thing, death;
She called all of us at home;
My mother was not there;
And we had no phone to call her.
She gave us sweets and oranges;
And this is what she told us;
I am giving you this;
Because it is the last day of my life;
You will never see me again;
If someone comes here;
Tell her/him I am not in;
We did not get the meaning;
Of what she was saying.
At around 20:00;
There was a knock at the gate;
Before someone can open;
Two armed men were already inside;
“Where is Sepeketere?” they said.
“She is not around” my mother’s sister in law answered.
Sepeketere tried to lock herself;
Inside a separate two roomed mud house;
This two armed men;
Were the sons of her brother;
Who alleged her of being a witch;
The knocked at the door;
And there was no respond.
Within a minute;
One of them went to a window;
And tried to break it;
Sepeketere inside;
Tried to stop him;
From entering the house;
Who was she fooling;
Because they wanted to.
Suddenly a cry from the window;
Do not kill me!
Do not kill me!
She shouted;
The guy was using a very thick, heavy stick;
To break her head.
People after hearing the screams;
They came from all around the village;
Stood outside and watched;
I did not know what to say or do;
Because I was still young.
A car was hired;
To go and collect my mom;
Who was many miles away;
To come and stop the incident;
I looked at those people;
They expect one women;
To stop it coming from more than 50 miles away!
Why do not they help?
Thai is what I asked my self.
The minutes my mom arrives;
The body of Sepeketere was lying down
At the centre of Lapa;
She was dead;
There is none thing she asked;
And I will never forget it;
Why are you here;
She was asking the crowd.
Five days after the incident;
She was buried;
At Mohlaletse Cemetery.
We tried to cope;
But it was difficult;
It was very difficult to my mom;
Each and every minutes;
When she think about it;
She cries a lot;
Asking her self the same question;
How can people let someone die;
Saying they are waiting for someone;
Who is 50 miles away?
Her death is a pain in my heart;
It is a scar that will never disappear;
Her death made me to hate;
I will never forget her.
By Kgobalale Peter Moruthane
Sepeketere was her name;
So good to everyone she was;
A mother to all;
And a sister to all;
But her death
Was a horrible thing I never saw.
She died a horrible death;
People watching;
But being useless to help;
Men and women were watching;
When a mother of all was killed.
I thought I would never;
I would never talk about it;
But now I think I have to;
Because it is something that kills me;
This woman was everything to me;
And her death really touched my feelings.
Children and adults;
Watching with silent;
Taking their hope to one person;
My mother Maselatole;
Who was morethan 50 Kilometers away;
They still continued to believe;
That she is the only one;
To stop the horrible death.
I was still young;
But I still recall;
Each and every moment;
Before her death;
And the time she was dying.
It was in the afternoon;
Before the horrible thing, death;
She called all of us at home;
My mother was not there;
And we had no phone to call her.
She gave us sweets and oranges;
And this is what she told us;
I am giving you this;
Because it is the last day of my life;
You will never see me again;
If someone comes here;
Tell her/him I am not in;
We did not get the meaning;
Of what she was saying.
At around 20:00;
There was a knock at the gate;
Before someone can open;
Two armed men were already inside;
“Where is Sepeketere?” they said.
“She is not around” my mother’s sister in law answered.
Sepeketere tried to lock herself;
Inside a separate two roomed mud house;
This two armed men;
Were the sons of her brother;
Who alleged her of being a witch;
The knocked at the door;
And there was no respond.
Within a minute;
One of them went to a window;
And tried to break it;
Sepeketere inside;
Tried to stop him;
From entering the house;
Who was she fooling;
Because they wanted to.
Suddenly a cry from the window;
Do not kill me!
Do not kill me!
She shouted;
The guy was using a very thick, heavy stick;
To break her head.
People after hearing the screams;
They came from all around the village;
Stood outside and watched;
I did not know what to say or do;
Because I was still young.
A car was hired;
To go and collect my mom;
Who was many miles away;
To come and stop the incident;
I looked at those people;
They expect one women;
To stop it coming from more than 50 miles away!
Why do not they help?
Thai is what I asked my self.
The minutes my mom arrives;
The body of Sepeketere was lying down
At the centre of Lapa;
She was dead;
There is none thing she asked;
And I will never forget it;
Why are you here;
She was asking the crowd.
Five days after the incident;
She was buried;
At Mohlaletse Cemetery.
We tried to cope;
But it was difficult;
It was very difficult to my mom;
Each and every minutes;
When she think about it;
She cries a lot;
Asking her self the same question;
How can people let someone die;
Saying they are waiting for someone;
Who is 50 miles away?
Her death is a pain in my heart;
It is a scar that will never disappear;
Her death made me to hate;
I will never forget her.
Ke serumula
Ke serumula
Ke Serumula marumulane;
Ke sesu matupelele;
A rego go tupa;
Motse ka moka wa tupelelwa.
O nthumotse ke ituletse;
A ntshela ka maraga;
A ntupisetsa ka musi wa mokuelela;
Ka a ra mela,
Ka beta pelo;
Le ge ke ekwa gore ka gare e bina malopo;
E bile e tlantla makgakgasa.
Ke be ke dutse ka marago pankaneng;
Ke bala pukwana ka direto tsa marato;
A tsupologa botsupologo;
A thumila, a ntshumela mosi wa serumula;
Ka homola ka tswalela molomo nna mahomolane.
Lenna lege kele mahomolane;
Bonna kenale bjona;
Kage thabeng tsa leolo ke boile ke tlotse ka letsoku;
Go modumella a nkgotla ka mafuri nkaseke;
Go modumella a nkapesa ditomo nkaseke.
Lereng bjalo le sola nna;
Lereng le sola nna mola le motseba ale serumula;
Le a motseba ke sfehlefehle;
Se fehla pitsa ya megafa banna kgorong;
Ntlogeleng gase maikemisetso a ka;
O nthumutse, a ntupisetsa musi wa mokuelela.
Ke Serumula marumulane;
Ke sesu matupelele;
A rego go tupa;
Motse ka moka wa tupelelwa.
O nthumotse ke ituletse;
A ntshela ka maraga;
A ntupisetsa ka musi wa mokuelela;
Ka a ra mela,
Ka beta pelo;
Le ge ke ekwa gore ka gare e bina malopo;
E bile e tlantla makgakgasa.
Ke be ke dutse ka marago pankaneng;
Ke bala pukwana ka direto tsa marato;
A tsupologa botsupologo;
A thumila, a ntshumela mosi wa serumula;
Ka homola ka tswalela molomo nna mahomolane.
Lenna lege kele mahomolane;
Bonna kenale bjona;
Kage thabeng tsa leolo ke boile ke tlotse ka letsoku;
Go modumella a nkgotla ka mafuri nkaseke;
Go modumella a nkapesa ditomo nkaseke.
Lereng bjalo le sola nna;
Lereng le sola nna mola le motseba ale serumula;
Le a motseba ke sfehlefehle;
Se fehla pitsa ya megafa banna kgorong;
Ntlogeleng gase maikemisetso a ka;
O nthumutse, a ntupisetsa musi wa mokuelela.
Ruri ke a itshola
Ruri ke a itshola
By Kgobalale Peter Moruthane
Ke itoma leleme;
Ke itsipa kgafetsa kgafetsa;
Ke a tshatshamela;
Ke hlohlonelwa nako le nako;
Ruri ke a itshola thobela.
Kgogeding gona o nkgogetse;
Gona gare gare swiswing la kgotlompo;
Morago rago moseong wa dithagwaragwane;
Gona gare gare ga mafogohlo a diropo;
Gare gare moseo wa di dula fase.
Ka lebaka la bonolo bjaka;
Ke ile ka nolofala;
Ka itira sekwakwalala;
Ka leka go tsena ka gare;
Ka ba ka sobelela le ka wa mannapanyane.
O mpontshitse tsa moseo ntshobelele;
Ntakana tsaka tsa nyaka go foufala;
Ge ele molato wa tswa ka kgoro;
Bothata ya ba thetsego;
O mpuletse ntshobelele;
Ka be ka tsena le ka menwana ya maoto.
Lehono ke otile;
Ba mpitsa ka maina;
Ke bitswa Tsodio;
Boitsholo bokaka ya rite thaba;
Le ge selemo ele ngwagola;
Gomme nkabe ele ngwana morago.
By Kgobalale Peter Moruthane
Ke itoma leleme;
Ke itsipa kgafetsa kgafetsa;
Ke a tshatshamela;
Ke hlohlonelwa nako le nako;
Ruri ke a itshola thobela.
Kgogeding gona o nkgogetse;
Gona gare gare swiswing la kgotlompo;
Morago rago moseong wa dithagwaragwane;
Gona gare gare ga mafogohlo a diropo;
Gare gare moseo wa di dula fase.
Ka lebaka la bonolo bjaka;
Ke ile ka nolofala;
Ka itira sekwakwalala;
Ka leka go tsena ka gare;
Ka ba ka sobelela le ka wa mannapanyane.
O mpontshitse tsa moseo ntshobelele;
Ntakana tsaka tsa nyaka go foufala;
Ge ele molato wa tswa ka kgoro;
Bothata ya ba thetsego;
O mpuletse ntshobelele;
Ka be ka tsena le ka menwana ya maoto.
Lehono ke otile;
Ba mpitsa ka maina;
Ke bitswa Tsodio;
Boitsholo bokaka ya rite thaba;
Le ge selemo ele ngwagola;
Gomme nkabe ele ngwana morago.
I am born to
I am born to
By Kgobalale Peter Moruthane
Many people do;
And they do it everyday;
They ask questions;
About what I am doing;
They forget;
That I am born to.
Since I was young;
My parents asked me why;
I did not have an answer;
When I go to school;
My friends also asked me;
I did also not have an answer.
I am a leader;
And I will always be;
I am a community developer;
And I will always be;
I am an educator;
And I will always be;
I am a motivator;
And I will always be.
Ask me no more;
Because what I am doing;
Tells you who am I;
Ask me no more;
Because I am born to.
Do not worry;
Do not mind;
It is me.
Do not worry;
Do not mind;
It is me;
Because I am born to.
By Kgobalale Peter Moruthane
Many people do;
And they do it everyday;
They ask questions;
About what I am doing;
They forget;
That I am born to.
Since I was young;
My parents asked me why;
I did not have an answer;
When I go to school;
My friends also asked me;
I did also not have an answer.
I am a leader;
And I will always be;
I am a community developer;
And I will always be;
I am an educator;
And I will always be;
I am a motivator;
And I will always be.
Ask me no more;
Because what I am doing;
Tells you who am I;
Ask me no more;
Because I am born to.
Do not worry;
Do not mind;
It is me.
Do not worry;
Do not mind;
It is me;
Because I am born to.
A bright flower
A bright flower
By Kgobalale Peter Moruthane
Too bright;
It is;
Red, red and red;
Any one passing next to it;
Have to take a look;
Anyone passing next to it;
Have to touch;
So bright;
It is a bright flower.
It is beside others;
They are also bright;
But not like it.
Everybody wants this rose;
All people want to touch it;
They even want to take it;
Take it to where they stay;
So that they can see it every day;
So that they can smell it every day;
And so that they can touch it everyday.
It is a bright flower;
One day the owner came;
It was in the morning;
Carrying water to water it;
She was surprised;
The flower was yellow in colors;
She was sad;
Because it was due to die.
The owner realized something;
There is only one thing;
That is making this flower;
To be like that;
People loved it;
They touched it;
And they also smelled it.
At the end of the day;
The flower was dead;
No more red roses;
No more bright colors;
But dead;
And it was removed from other.
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