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On the page the novelist-poet questions in Kiran Bhat’s seminal work: We of the Forsaken World

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The passionate outsider is people. Male people, female people, the displaced, dispossessed who live within the boundaries and structures of psychological extremes.

In a broken world of country made up of leaving our sorrows behind, painters and poets who turn into novelists everything is either temporal or temporary.We have lived in a normative depressive age for centuries with automatic thoughts of cognitive semantics, highly nuanced disordered thinking, personality disorder, dysfunctional world beliefs and we have been indoctrinated by journalists and television evangelists of the like that the world has never seen, propaganda, by war, by silent protest, art and culture and the emotive language of film. That most dramatic of all the arts. When it comes to, We of the Forsaken World the novel is mapped into sections.It teaches us by all possible dimensions, by theorisations of the elements of what drives both the tribe and the individual from the asphalt jungle of the city, to the rural countryside, to the ergonomics of the digital divide, and, by any means necessary, yes, we can look at the context in which race matters, for is it not race that matters tantamount to anything else in society. We must look at inter-faith matters with authenticity, what qualifies us to conceptualisation, anti-racialisation, the technique and style of has always been versions of the catharsis of anti-black racism, the false enchantment of ultra-democracy on the diaspora, uncommodified racism, and that yesterday’s powers are in co-existence with the science of the instrumentalist, the race of sustained commitment, unity and solidarity in defiance, the use of resources, and the under-representation of the Non-European, the African.

As it stands, the Non-European, the African is colour blind to their own potential, order, structure and shape. Ultimately, the discourse must transcend race, the elite and the establishment. The discussion must devise implementation. The complex debate must give rise to vigour and understanding our mentality, how vulnerable and conditioned our understanding of the psyche and intellect is of the marginalised, conditioned and disadvantaged tribe cast out of society because they do not conform to the norms and values of what and who a fixed and inter-dependant society thinks is relevant and socially, politically important. The elite are the wealthy, the educated, the prosperous, the intellectual, but how did they become part of the elite if they didn’t inherit their wealth, or education, or their prosperity, or their intellect. I believe it is through the clarity of the mind, the practice of perfecting the subtle nuances in the brain. All we are, are but segments of text in the ultra-nationalism of what I call the “tribalsystem”. What is the tribal system, what is it based upon, who created it, a philosopher or theologian? There is a social expectation on both genders, racial prejudice that exists between younger and older women. Labyrinths dominated by men thinking with anti-colonial non-racialism and racial prejudice.

During apartheid South Africa words such as “boycott’, “socialist”, “the order”, “non-collaboration”, “refusal to organise communities” were espoused and a door was opened into the psyche of a divided nation, highly politicised, and the aftermath of that has been xenophobia. The design and principles of Kiran Bhat’s book is the writing of an intellectual. It invents criteria. Presented as a language model to bridge situation, conflict, class, knowledge, distinction. It is the story of a poet, an open door, a master revival act, social justice around the issues of poverty, disadvantages, rise in crime and unemployment amongst university graduates as well as school leavers. This conception of the world is filled with highly multifunctional characters with political, inter-cultural, religion, social, territory, nationality, and borders as the new vocabulary, the curriculum is at work deliberately, predominantly where the interplay between the apparatus and the appraisal is connected now meets the contextual. With comparison comes language, with a new dispensation comes a new curriculum, a new government, a new cabinet, new leaders, new debate, discussion, reasoning, different expertise set into motion.

Kiran Bhat is a young lion who has the background of a poet. His ideas put forward in this book are phenomenally socio-forward-thinking. As he struggles for recognition and searching for grace, concept and narrative, style and technique and legacies of the past with their transitional figures of prophecy, realism and modernism, at the end of the day he finds himself standing in the gap of both philosopher and theologian. We think that the fixed and variant sociological ideas of a society transitioning itself into an ultra-democracy wills itself against the grain of neo-conceptualisation. For myself, I think that we live with three identities in a leading European discourse, the metamorphosis of the working classes to the Black elite in Africa, and the Black working-class individuals exist in their own pool of thought. We have to look at the social identity in the context of experimental identity and the complex identity of the co-dependent, inter-dependent and non-active participant as individuals, build their identity as such on the premise of an ultra-democratic nation built upon socialisation, social cohesion, and the integrational.

What is uppermost for me are the internal portraits of the mind which are not that nothing is played out in the scenarios of that, that have been exposed to being very powerfully overt before being rejected completely by the medical fraternity and the scientific community. What propels nature versus nurture? The brain, interpersonal relationships, social participation and interaction, social skills, the advances made in technology, artificial intelligence, the information communication technology, sexuality and exposure to the spoiled identity, the identity which does not conform, and that the agendas of consistent stigma, labelling and discrimination attaches itself to. How to we detach from alienation religions, factions, conflict situations that may lead to war and civil unrest, isolation from your peers, family and contemporaries and society due to illness, abandonment and neglect, rejecting that early and astute renaissance state of denial, denial, denial.

We must now look to past diplomatic studies, diplomatic treatises, modern diplomatic lessons in authenticity, reconciliation and negotiation as we navigate the treacherous waters of the world that we ae living in today. Understanding corruption at the highest level of government, making mental health awareness programmes mandatory for all age groups in society to prevent the cycle of depression and the narrative of mental illness and maladaptive behaviour,  phasing history back into the curriculum so that all children can understand the group dynamic of the nuclear family, their heritage, culture, tradition and social inclusion into modern society. For us to sustain life and youth, we need the renewal and vigour of both not to diminish in the face of all the problems and challenges that the world faces today.

We live in a social world that has an internal point of reference and an external locus point of control. The people in that world are oftentimes ambiguous and leave us with contradictory impressions. The conception of the world around us is what we make of it. If you only take one thing away from this nexus of this book, the interplay, the roleplaying, the flux of the nature of a digitised community advancing towards a macro-economic dystopia think of the world becoming more inter-connected, people from all walks of life inter-relating to each other on the spiritual level, with a novel understanding of each other’s cognitive, emotional and verbal reasoning. In the future we will correspond with technology in much the same way a man like Nikola Tesla did. It will become child’s play. 

Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net nominated shortlisted and longlisted poet Abigail George is a recipient of four writing grants from the National Arts Council, the Centre for Book and ECPACC. She briefly studied film, writes for The Poet, is an editor at MMAP and Contributing Writer at African Writer. She is a blogger, essayist, writer of several short stories, novellas and has ventured out to write for film with two projects in development . She was recently interviewed for Sentinel, and the BBC.

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Truth and the third wave of the pandemic: To be vaccinated or not to be vaccinated

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I have endured the worst possible case scenario. Being locked up in a mental institution for six months while in my late teens, early twenties. Even though I was of sound body, mind and soul. I am 42 years old now and I haven’t come all the way back from that experience. Everyone wrote me off when I returned home to Port Elizabeth as Gqeberha was known in those days but worse was to follow. Inhumane treatment from those closest to me, rejection from society. I was taught that I had a mental disability and would never be able to work again, hold down a steady job or earn a monthly income. I was told in no uncertain terms that I had to now live on the fringes of society since I would be unable to make a positive contribution to society. For twenty years this continued. I had to all intents and purposes not only given up on myself, my personal success, development of my potential and fulfillment and engagement in a relationship that would lead ultimately to my future happiness. The goal of marriage and having a child, bringing children into the world and raising a family was not only put into the distant past, I thought that it would always be non-existent for me.

I would spend my time listening to sad music, love songs on the radio and wonder why it was not me caught up in the scenario of having a relationship with the opposite sex. I sank even further into the pit of the hell in f despair and hardship. I virtually had lost control over my life, received a disability grant which I did not spend on anything which I personally needed. Family considered me to be the proverbial black sheep of the family. When I got angry at the way I was treated I was certified. My rights were taken away from me. I was verbally, mentally and emotionally abused. I did everything in my power to be loved and accepted by both my maternal and paternal family which is why I believe so strongly today in dismantling the stigma that surrounds issues concerning mental illness and depression mania, euphoria and elation (however mild or all-consuming it might be). At this late stage of my life I have become an advocate for mental wellness. To stop the fight and curb the alienation and isolation of sufferers of mental illness. I want people from all walks of life to realise that people with mental illnesses can enrich our lives and can make a positive contribution to society.

I myself have always sought solace in writing. I have found it to be an instrument for change and therapeutic as well.

I have firsthand knowledge and experience of being called anything from schizophrenic to being diagnosed with bipolar mood disorder and because of the heavy psychotropic medication I have taken over the years I have had a host of illnesses presenting themselves. Chronic fatigue syndrome, insomnia, an underactive thyroid, chronic kidney disease, gout and heart disease. These diseases manifested themselves early on in my life before the onset of middle age when they would be more prevalent in someone who would be prone to these sorts of illnesses because of not living a healthy lifestyle.

I take each day as it comes now and live in the moment. I have my good days. I have my bad days. I have a mean temper and constantly have to watch what I eat, watch what I say and how I react to people who treat me as him I am a second class citizen because of everything I have been through in my life. Truth be told I always knew I was different. The depression started in childhood for me. I was always an overachiever. I would come home in the afternoons after school but no one ever helped me with my homework, told me either that they were proud of me or believed in me or loved me for that matter.

Everyday I am a work in progress. It is tough dealing with moodswing but that is the currency I deal in and the territory that borders my sense of self-control.

I have been called many names. None of them pretty or lovely. I have had zero support from my immediate family and my estranged family has complete written me off and washed their hands off of me thinking there is nothing they can do for me. This has been very hurtful and even has made made me feel quite suicidal over the years and in my hour if need, my hours of silence, pain and collective trauma I turned to God, prayer and meditation in my hour of need. At the time of the outbreak of the pandemic I got corona and was admitted to the psych ward at Provincial Hospital here in Gqeberha. I had no medical aid and was once again at the mercy of the system but I survived hell and that harrowing experience again to live to tell the tale of how to overcome the impossible, to live and to learn, to remain humble and kind even in the face of adversity and cruelty.

Loneliness, abject poverty, homelessness can either kill you or make you realise that you are powerful beyond measure and I have realised that I am powerful beyond measure.

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Thoughts From the Frontline

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“Hip/Hop, Trap. I would describe my music as different, unique, compared to what I hear in the music industry in South Africa. It is a different sound of genre based on hip hop. In my downtime I listen to artists like Mexikodro, Playboi Carti, Diego Money, Pyrex Whippa, Lil Gotit and Sahbabii. In my life my family has been and still is a major influence, I just want to see them happy and stress free. I want to be successful so that they can spend the rest of lives living comfortably. I chose music because I believe that it is something I’m good at. I wouldn’t call myself a musical genius, or say that I’m talented musically because I’m not but, I have taken the time to learn everything that I know today, I started as a rapper, but now I am a producer as well, a very good one if I should say, I mix and master vocals, well I try to. It is still something I am learning on a daily basis and I believe that one day if not soon, I will understand that aspect of music. The guys who I record with are so gifted at what they do, we really inspire each other to take it to the next level. I would be lying if I said that I inspire myself, well maybe I do, I don’t know, however what I do know is that we can go to the next level together because nowadays you rarely see a duo or a group of rappers in the South African music industry, there are 4 of us in our group including others who aren’t full time as yet, I think that makes the odds better for us to take it to the next level as opposed to being a solo” SUPREME ZEE, CEO OF Holidae Don’t Stop!

“What inspires me to take it to the next level is basically my daughter, Family and my everyday experiences growing up and living in Westbury losing friends and family to gang violence had a huge effect on me since a young age I’ve been through hell and back if I may describe in short and I’ve realized, to make it out you really need to dig deep. This is also one of the main reasons why I started writing music. I love Music, it is my passion that is mainly why I chose to make music, ever since a young age I’ve just been through the worst writing music and articulating every word I write is therapeutic. Manifesting and having faith in God has carried me through. Major influences in my life remains God, my baby girl, my family and obviously my Team Holidae Dont Stop! We always encourage one another to do our best we definitely do bring out the best in each other and I’d say the beats that supreme Zee creates brings out the best in me personally and it’s also one of the major influences in my music career it’s only elevated since the moment we started. In my down time I listen to All types of music mostly Gospel & HDS. I would describe my music as being one in a million very versatile, real and unusually different from the usual and it has an unorthodox flow and style to it so you can literally expect only the best” TheGR8ACE, CEO and co-founder of Holidae Dont Stop!

My inspiration comes from knowing that I have a God given talent and my friends (HDS) and family that motivates me day to day to do better. I chose music because as a hobby it is something I love doing which started out in high school where I had friends that used to rap over beats and I’d just stand within the circle and listen to their rhymes and it became to amuse me when I found out that there are people in my community creating their own music, whereas in 2019, I linked with the crew Holidae Dont Stop! and it has been a wonderful journey ever since! Learning and growing at the same time. My mother has played a role as one of my biggest inspirations including friends (HDS) have been a major Influence in my life, for they always pushed me to be a better me. Not giving up on me and providing not bad advice but love and positivity. I’ve been in difficult situation in the past and I am just trying to make a better standard of living for my family, my friends as well as my community (Westbury). In my down time I listen to various genres like Rock, Rnb, Hip/Hop, Rap, Emo Rap. I would describe our music as Western Plug for it derives from Hip-hop with an offbeat including 808s and guitar and piano samples that Supreme Zee (Producer) recreates and when hearing the beat, I can automatically put my heart on it.” Bando -recording Artist at Holidae Dont Stop!

 To conclude this, we are all from Johannesburg South Africa as one of our members spread across as far as Cape Town, temporarily. Our member who are not full time are – Leiph Camp (Splaash66) Stock broker, Razaak Benjamin (Glock) Salesman and Marion Reyners (Marion The Great) Facilitator. “Our music is Bold, Iconic and timeless” TheGr8ce. Our crew is based in Jozi (Johannesburg) although we do not have a manager as yet. Our follow up record will sound similar to the “Western Plug tape” that we have recently released, followed by 3 singles. Plug is a genre that derives itself from Hip-Hop and our next single will drop in 2 weeks. The link to our music is on all platforms and the Love and support would be much appreciated. We literally wont stop! –

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Slavery and the real life bending sinister

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What is slavery? It is nothing more than poverty of the mind. It is not a school of thought or a philosophy. It is scarcity. It is lack. It is cumbersome. It is heavy. It is a burden.

What does it have to do with politics? Ask what it has to do with genocide.

What does it have to do with the power of having a slave mentality? Just as easily as we rise, we fall. A leaf. Ask yourself this. Does the leaf or gravity have the slave mentality or is it just a path to its consciousness, and if it is a meandering path to its consciousness what does that make of gravity? Gravity is easily the culprit or saboteur. A cup carries water but how does the water break through the physical wellness of the body to sate thirst, how does water flow through the universal meridians and find sanctuary in all the wild places that the ocean cannot contain, in code, in which case what observations come out of these natural and bohemian studies.

A slave is a slave is a slave. My grandfather was a slave. My great-grandfather was a slave. On both the paternal and maternal side they are non-existent for me. I live for my father. My father is not a slave. You see his mind is not enslaved. His psyche, his mental, emotional, physical wellness, intellectual prowess and integrity is intact inasmuch as he is not a slave to the peculiarities and eccentricities of the people he finds himself amongst.

In the stages of my own life I can see that I have been enslaved (my mindset and attitude was) by my body image, my identity of cosmic Africa, the cosmos, my self as an African, what I was entitled to, my basic self esteem. I was a slave to my sister, her dalliances, her whiteness, her renouncing Africa for America then Europe and I understood what loneliness, family, friendship and family finally meant and this frightened me a great deal because I realised I had never really loved myself before. I was a slave to every moment up until I heard James Baldwin speak up. I had truly been a slave to waiting for someone to release me and offer me relief somehow from this kind of suffering and cognitive thinking. I wanted happiness but the price for my freedom was this. Somebody else had to love me before I could.

Ask what slavery has cost us as humanity. Look back at history. When I look back at history, all my life I never felt safe. Whether it was the bogeyman, or a horror film, or apartheid, or reading about apartheid, acknowledging it was the difficult part. How would you even begin that dialogue? What could you partner with those hectic images that left you with an urgency and a sense of betrayal from God? So, I grew up with an unpleasant disdain for middle class families in South Africa. It was easy for me to picture them as racist which they were and still are to a certain degree and yet how could I not be? The thought of slavery and decolonization never left me even as a child as I sought to fight for the betterment of society and to right all the evil wrongs.

Slavery is everything. It is primitive. It is visible if you look hard enough. We haven’t even begun to talk about or discuss in rational terms without venting or becoming agitated or irrational about race relations in South Africa or slavery as a concept or narrative in Africa.

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