We are all born with different gifts and talents. Yet we’re not all born with the knowledge nor wisdom of using our “gifts and talents” for our great influence unto others.

Some who realized their dreams early lost their lives; because they lacked the unique technique, of figuring how to fight violence with intelligence.They died because of the disguised faces of the wolves in sheep’s clothing’s; and the laugh’s of the hyena’s, so called friends! that overwhelmed and overpowered them to take their own lives.

We are killed because we are rare and different: we live like bird’s in our own societies, that lack’s freedom and peace. The only freedom and peace found in our societies is “gun’s and javelins.” This is the “generational curse” that is more contagious than anything in this land of the living. The only education that is taught by the streets is how to murder and bring to pass unnecessary riots.

We see the untimely deaths, that are celebrated by the likeness and manner of the wedding ceremonies; such cruelty of the township. It supports violence more than intelligence. Everyone wants to be feared! that is why the majority of youngsters associates with those who are feared, aka “gangsters” while they forget who is their almighty creator and vindicator in this life.

At the end of the day they become victims, because the mentality of criminals is not stable, it is controlled by the darker sides of this world; and they’re able to turn and kill their own best friend’s.You don’t need to be feared by being involved in troops: “War is not won by troops but by silence.” Choose silence and live. The best safest place is found in silent places.

The streets are gifted with noise and the gift of smooth talking, making one believe immediately; especially when the plan for you is on their blueprint, don’t fall for them. The streets trend is “why.” when someone is not into their own standard of living, nor doing their traditional way of living and doing things.

“Why is he/she able to afford while we can’t?” toxic normality and lack of maturity. When you bath and always clean or even not roaming around, You think you’re better. No one is concerned about living the quiet life, all that dominates therein is competition and violence that embarrasses them at the end of the day. Tear’s of a man are cheaper than a bubble gum.

When you don’t comply with them: their solution to conclusion about your life is to get rid of you; or to destroy your life completely by leading you to substance abuse…Instead of learning from you! they kill you or make you an object of scorn. Grave’s are filled with innocent soul’s while criminals walks free, God make them pay the fee for their deed’s.

We took the “jungle” and brought it into our own daily lives, we created the wilderness for our own selves, the soul’s cries for vindication without help. The brains of our people are programmed with hatred and jealous: murdering is what runs in their minds always when something is not familiar with them.

It is said when you reach out to the certain levels in life, you meet different devil’s, so it’s true best believe. The township streets are toxic without brackets. Ducking and diving is our daily routine, and daily breakfast; for us victims of the situation, whom tries to reach out our own potential dreams. We have to stay unemployed for the sake of them.

Slim are the chances of the victim’s to survive, for the society gathers for the individuals whom are collecting themselves to oppress them and ruin their lives…So that they may live according to their own standard’s. In order to survive this norm of the streets, you have to be bold as a lion; and remain being humble to obedience on your perimeters, (indoors.)

The streets makes teenagers to abandon school, due to easy accessible money, training them up to be wild destroying killing machines: Telling them that prison is like paradise everything is free therein, condemned is our people. Day and night we are at war with the multitudes, that doesn’t know what righteousness is. Even life itself surrendered to wickedness because no one wants to see anyone succeeding.

The ground floors of the earth cries out and trembles: They crack and say we have drank too much blood of the innocent soul’s. Creator open the flood’s gates of heaven to clean up this mess of madness. We have turned funerals into dancing concert’s stages. Life is standing on the other side of paradise, observing the wicked spirit taking over. Anyone your silence won’t make a change speak up.

The main reviling and reproaches are aroused by who wears the expensive brand’s than the other, who can afford our daily bread, as they bragg, listen attentively, bragging lead’s to death. Tear’s of the poor innocent soul’s cries out without any savior: The streets overcomes and swallow you; if you don’t acknowledge who created the earth itself! isn’t that God?

Song’s that are being composed and played this nowadays are not of comfort, but of oppression for us to attract far depression that relates with the lyrics of the same song. As we dive deep in them, we drown without any savior and a shoulder to cry on. They became the sword that pierces through the heart without touching the rib’s: they became gossip and reproach that diminish the soul’s of mankind; and extinguish their excellency in the land of the living.

See the township streets are too toxic more than the acidic poison itself. If the untimely deaths could tell, they’d say “enough is enough.” For this is not normal anymore. “I heard a grown up individual say: in the times of old the world was not like this.” Surely it was not. Revival we need! and yet never fear to be alone, or to do thing’s alone for a good change unto the lives of other’s. No matter how scary thing’s may look wherever you are now in life, keep safe using the safest technique of doing things.

See there’s the one who is unseen; yet makes his works to be seen in the midst of the public, so they may know and acknowledge that the earth didn’t create itself, best believe. Change starts from you, and surely the pure hearts supernaturally they’ll adapt. The streets are cruel, and I don’t care who will try to defend the township streets; or any other toxic places round about us. I was born and raised in the township…

Yet I didn’t inherit the mentality nor engraved the routine of it in my bowels, or even gave it a chance to over rule my visions. In the township to finish school and furthering your studies it’s a serious “crime.” Moreover “why” you don’t become like them. Don’t be like them no matter how hard you’re pressured and pressed on: Criminals who kills should be killed: because when you forgive them, They are making them to be more possessed and worsen than ever before. Justice must be served.

A rod and correction is needed for those parents who allows their children to feed from the innocent soul’s. So does education is needed to those who will be glad to digest it, so they may learn and know what is to live life as human being’s.

Yes save the soul’s that are blindfolded by temporary joy, because that is a trap of untimely death to he them. Joy of this world is unending, people only end their own lives by forcing to seek happiness in the midst of the dark nights.

The streets are filled with intelligent people, who lost their integrity due to oppression from the society. Media platforms I call upon you to change the system…In our societies, the storylines of gangsterism are not digested as education; but a practitioner of practicing what it seen on TV physically on our daily lives.

May the end of every storyline show the gangsters being changed or charged, so they may know that there’s life on the other side of the stigma; and correction for harming innocent soul’s.

I was bullied from an early age, Even till today; yet I didn’t think of taking my life, nor my mind thought of any toxic harm unto thine self, because I came to live by force despite circumstances. “Don’t kill yourself, Skill yourself.” I say. If you are in a situation whereby you’re restricted to live your life in fullness, read this attentively, “God is preserving your life, when you obey him and acknowledge him.” Surely he will deliver you from the snares of the fowlers.

Strive not to own the streets nor to be the boss of the streets as them: A goal of a criminal it is to be feared and to own everyone and boast about it, how sad it is! while some of us wants to change our homes situations and groom our future kid’s with honor. “I am a father of one.” Strive to live a quiet life. Strive not to be feared because of your weapons. Strive not to be away from God or the spirit you believe in for your life that preserves your life. Be the light unto others.

By the God who reignest: tell yourselves that even if it means death, I shall part for my own life; and I will live according to my own standard’s, not by the standards of the street oppressors. Never allow to be controlled nor to be pressurized by the streets, If I had right internet and resources, I would be raising this awareness live, yet I wrote! May all broken heart’s be healed; and the souls that died prematurely rest in eternal peace.

I AM NOT YET OUT OF THE TOWNSHIP; YET I BELIEVE IN VINDICATION! I’M RELEASING THIS TECHNIQUE OF SURVIVAL WHILE TIME IS THERE. “SURVIVE BY BEING SILENT IN THE MIDST OF YOUR OPPRESSORS, ALLOW YOURSELVES TO BE CALLED COWARDS AND ALL SORTS OF MOCKERY AND BE PRESERVED, GOD ALWAYS HAS A WAY TO TURN SHAME INTO FAME. LIFE IS YOURS! AND YOU GET TO CHOOSE WHETHER YOU BECOME A HUMBLE PEACE WARRIOR, OR A RECKLESS REBELLIOUS WARRIOR! THAT REJOICES IT’S OWN OPPRESSORS, CHOOSE WISELY. I AM ELIAS RAKOBOA THE UNCHANGING NATURE OF EVERGREEN.

I dedicate to all the victim’s of the situation, a song by:(Ringo Madlingozi-Vuka)