Unless and until my tongue is cut-off like they did to Tonderai Ndira, i will continue spitting venomous words to poison the system. It's been a while since i updated this blog. i took some time to reflect (praxis is the combination of action and reflection). I lost a number of comrades; they went six feet under but their blood still wets my appettite for struggle against the vampires. I was able to express myself in Jozi;expressed myself like i did when i uttered that cry coming out of my mother's womb. And i am not sorry, will not apologize,. not now, not ever; am totally subjective, no pretence at being objective; fuck mugabe, fuck the dictatorship. i've wounds in my heart.
The run-off or is it run-over came and ran off. One man's solo run-away. Ari kumhanya pfungwa. He is running the mind. He is crazy. But in which track is the opposition running? I must admit that the withdrawal from the election was for me the first of brilliant displays of wisdom from Morgan. But then again where do we run to? To the streets, to the streets. Milosevic n' Surhato fell from this run in the streets. Ahoy!
Even if you cut out my tongue my fingers will typewrite the thought-tracks on which i run this revolution.
Run-away rebel!
The run-off or is it run-over came and ran off. One man's solo run-away. Ari kumhanya pfungwa. He is running the mind. He is crazy. But in which track is the opposition running? I must admit that the withdrawal from the election was for me the first of brilliant displays of wisdom from Morgan. But then again where do we run to? To the streets, to the streets. Milosevic n' Surhato fell from this run in the streets. Ahoy!
Even if you cut out my tongue my fingers will typewrite the thought-tracks on which i run this revolution.
Run-away rebel!

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