Tuesday, 13 August 2013

Classic Calendar

Calendar at Bulawayo Club © Ernest Mackina (2013)



On a cold Thursday, comforted by the sharp rays of the midday sun, I walked on the gloomy streets and breathed the dry air which was decorated by dusty particles, the kind that would easily choke any sense of hope. 

I was kept company by my companion pessimism whose character was strengthened by previous seasons of sombre tragedies and memories of melancholic moments.

Maybe, just maybe - hope lies in the mind, maybe, the right thought would saturate surroundings into an atmosphere of optimism, which one day would in condenses into pregnant clouds of appreciations, and precipitate torrents of trust, maybe... just maybe, it may start with this thought:


"These are the good times in our lives

So throw on a smile, it will be alright"

I would like to know how this classic calendar has stood through time, I asked how it braved generational cases of sadness, and as I looked at it's vintage wisdom, it replied:


"Time heals all wounds"



Thursday, 1 August 2013

Crescent Of Dreams


Crescent Of Dreams

Meandering streets of dreams
Crescents that give essence

To residents resident in these areas of residence
A road sign whose name is so eloquent

Residual of the ambition once upon a time resident
Now broken dreams evident

Solutions can only be heaven sent
Two minds better than idle thoughts

Misguided and starved of the fragrance carried by focus scent
Declare a bright future - one to be a participant


 

Tuesday, 23 July 2013

Kind Sir Mr Moon

Dangling in the air
Without a care
Here,
There, 
Everywhere.
Leaving its graffiti inscribing mark : Find me anywhere

Tell me, Oh kind Sir Mr Moon
What it's like to watch over the whole galaxy
it's inhabitants
And still be alone?

Tell Me, Oh Kind Sir Mr Moon,
What its like to be in orbit of Earth,
To be in synchronous rotation of Planet Earth
To show only one face (many others you choose to unearth)
The Moon © Ernest Mackina (2013)

Tell Me, Oh kind Sir Mr Moon
What its like to be second fiddle
In brightness after the sun;
Yet you are always there?

Tell me, Oh kind sir Mr Moon
How your mere presence inspired many a technological innovation 
and sparked even more mythology

Maybe, Kind sir Mr Moon
I should not ask you,
Maybe as I dig into this fish-tuna
The answers to the questions I ask
May not lie with you
But with madame Luna



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Tuesday, 25 June 2013

Self Renewal by Ernest Mackina

Note to self:
Dear self: Get into the habit of ‘Sharpening the Saw’

       Reading is a culture that has since receded into oblivion, yet it has the potential to open new dimensions and evoke vivid images during the transfer of text from the author to the reader. The culture of reading enables the reader to undergo the cognitive process of understanding of written linguistic messages. An author can trap a frame, a thought, a conversation, an ideology or a paradigm in a paragraph. Upon reading these sentences and clever grouping of words one can transform their knowledge and unlock new possibilities.  Recently during this practice of reading, I came upon a discovery of Stephen Covey’s 7th habit of being a highly effective person. This self development expert coined the term ‘Sharpening the Saw’ as a means of ‘preserving and enhancing the greatest asset we have’: Ourselves. Many a time, we have experienced a block, or a stage where fatigue stifles our progress and we are so convinced that we cannot move forward from that point.

Turning Point: Remember that time when you stopped and asked yourself: ‘what’s the point?’

Well the solution is simple:

Self renewal.

      Covey rightfully postulates that having a balanced program for self renewal in the four areas of your life that is; your physical, social/emotional mental and spiritual well being are the key towards re-invigorating yourself and ultimately ‘Sharpening the Saw’. Let’s take a look at these areas and try to come up with examples of activities that can execute Covey 7th habit.

Physical Renewal

    In the physical being, an individual can undergo self renewal by eating healthier. Paying attention to a balanced diet, taking four meals a day and drinking at least six glasses of water as well as avoiding saturated fats and junk food, food with artificial coloring are steps towards healthier eating habits that aid self renewal. It is also important to consume food in its right proportions, too much of one thing can be unhealthy. It is also important to take the time out to exercise. According to Wikipedia, physical exercise maintains physical fitness and overall health and can boost the immune system. Exercise can also be done recreatively for personal enjoyment and fulfillment. At the end of the day, after the hustle and bustle of life it is very beneficial to give the body that works and the mind that thinks time to rest.


 Ok, Rest and Exercise. What else?



Image by © Ernie-MacPics: "The skies are independent, why can't we be too?"

          The human body maintains a stable equilibrium through homeostasis comprising of physiological processes that regulate a bodies organ functions. Continuous work for prolonged periods such as staring at a screen all day for instance working with spreadsheets and the Internet can strain the body and result in Carpel Tunnel Syndrome (CRT), Repetetive Strain Injury (RSI) as well as migraines and dehydration. Regular breaks permit the body to renew and re-focus its energies and enables increased productivity in both studying and in the work environment. Simple exercise and stretching can make a difference between a tiresome day to an extremely fatigued day. Get adequate amounts of sleep, resting at odd hours deposits fatigue into the following day and at the end of the week one’s body can crash from this collective fatigue. Do remember, sleep is not for children alone, you too need to recharge your batteries.


Talking matters…

         Covey also claims in his 7th habit that by ‘making social and meaningful connections with others, one is able to renew themselves socially and emotionally. It goes without saying that humans thrive on attention and on social relations. Our social lives have a bearing on how we operate and can be the same factor that boosts our productivity or outright demotivate us. Creating, maintaining and mending our social relations with friends, relatives and colleagues can rekindle our passion for life and light up a flame that can help us look forward performing tasks and getting things done. So go ahead, strike a conversation with that long lost cousin, call an old friend, visit a colleague out in hospital surprise your parent with a gift. Not only will you make them smile, you will realize a happiness which has the potential to renew you.


Learning for self renewal
           You can renew your mental being by learning new things, reading literature, writing down your experiences and feelings. Taking time out to share what you know by conducting demonstrations, teachings and lectures can give you a sense of self fulfillment and empower those around you. You can even mould protĆ©gĆ©s through mentorship. Putting aside time to teach is like giving out pearls of wisdom and these are gems which can last a lifetime.


Connecting with your spirituality

            Man has a connection with his spirituality and this section could start a whole new article. However, Covey claims in his 7th habit of ‘sharpening the saw’ that man can renew his spiritual being by ‘spending time in nature, expanding spiritual self through meditation and music’.


At the end of the day, all I’m trying to say is…

            You are the engineer of your own happiness. It is a script that only you are responsible to write down. Your happiness is not someone else’ responsibility, but your very own. So next time you feel all worn out and all your emotions are spent, why don’t you try ‘sharpening the saw’? Renewing yourself could prove to be revitalizing and make you highly effective as a person.

Let’s get to renewing self!!!


Monday, 10 June 2013

Our Very Own Van Gogh by Tebo Ndlovu

Our Very Own Van Gogh by Tebo Ndlovu

With complete abandon,
He loved to talk about
His latest 'masterpiece'
Raising high his hopes for
That one that will catch the king's eye.

But the king
- his Majesty's eyes stayed occupied
When the young lad
Came knocking at the palace gate
And so would begin the journey back home
On which was the carpenter's son:
Swinging the window agape
Joked "Come back tomorrow!"
And the merchant's daughter
Giggling due to the strange imagery
The product of the artist's brush strokes.

It made him angry and happy
When they turned up their noses
Because he felt in pictures
And would set to work
Painting his feelings
Laying out a maybe-magnum opus.

One night the snow
Fell too hard
Our 'van Gogh' journeying
From the carpenter's cottage.
They found him the next morning;
The chill of the blizzard
Had reached into his bones
And history states
He dropped to the white dirt
Frozen solid, face-down

We gathered
All through that week
Weeping, celebrating, reflecting
He perished trying
Our van Gogh
Never did shred a painting
Hurl a tantrum
Or shorten his own life.

The merchant's wife
Purchased the first painting
Only within four fortnights
The queen another
The village beauty yet another
And the carpenter's son?
His father carved an easel
Ornate and new under the sun
In honor of our fallen hero
We bestowed upon him a high honor:
Inscribed 'our van Gogh'
On the gray tombstone
Bid farewell
To our definition of the fairer version
Of the real supernova.


Poem is a Copyright © 2013 of  Tebogo Ndlovu. Tebogo  is a global citizen hailing from Zimbabwe and a never ending source of inspiration to me, and has scaled heights in the field of writing and has won accolades for her outstanding strength of character. She is currently based in Georgia, Atlanta in the United States of America making strides in her studies in Engineering.


Friday, 7 June 2013

The Colour of My Voice by Bongani Ncube

I was raped. In the morning I was raped
He came and took what was mine
He came and my destiny was unshaped
He told me it would all work out fine

My land he came and made it his own
My religion went out to the dogs
My language I was made to disown
I was made to worship two nailed logs

He said my ancestors were far from real
That his God was the one I should see
So in front of his altar I was made to kneel
And worship Gods new mother, Mary

My ancestors were thrown to the pigs
Along with the tongue of our mothers
A new song I was now made to sing
In the tongue of his white fathers

Nothing I had was sacred anymore
Nothing I owned could I call mine
Everything I knew went out the door
And still he said it would all be fine

And to my shame I allowed him to do it
His song I sang, mine but just a memory
Into his new world I tried so hard to fit
I tried so hard to change my history

Yes I was raped that morning so long ago
Right to the very depths of my soul
And now regarding myself in the rivers flow
I see that I am no longer whole





Image Title: PiĆ©ta Madonnna 
By :              Michelangelo 
Source:       The Vatican Collection

Poem is a copyright of © Bongani Ncube . Bongani is a computer scientist, seasoned writer, observer, critique, educator and talented poet who is pursuing studies in Paris, France. He has featured in many respectable publications, most notably Mail and Guardian and has left his mark as a global changemaker. For more of his insightful 'Echoes of his voice' log onto Bongani's Echoes Of My Voice