Instinctive travels and the path of Rhythm

Stop selling lies to our youth

2011-09-16T21:32:00.000-07:00

"Caught up in these ways, and the worlds gone craze
Don't you know it's just a phase
Case of the Simon says
If I forget the truth then my words won't penetrate
Babylon burning in the place, can't see through the haze
Chop down all of them dirty ways,
That's the price that you pay for selling lies to the youth"

Jbux-Holy Fiyah

2011-08-10T13:03:00.000-07:00

Jbux dropping that Holy Fiyah

Jbux-Holy Fire by TrueSightMusic

Shut up and Skate

2011-05-08T01:43:00.000-07:00

2011 A.D (Africa Digital)

2011-02-01T10:35:00.000-08:00

2011 A.D (African Digital) : I think we are living in very exciting times,also very challanging i have to say.The year has hardly started and economies seems to be in turmoil,Brisbane is afloat and it seems Africa will obtain its 54th country.I had to sit down over a cup of coffee and make sense of all of this madness! Now let us ponder and reflect on the brightness of this African sun (son).I think we have so much to be greatful for,just this morning i could rotate my tap and taste the sweetest of water.I have to be honest it made me think,im always in constant bliss between reality and thought,present and past,Toureg and San,drought and sand! Every ticking minute becomes a ever elusive past,one that we could reflect over and undig like a archaeologist.I started digging and finding out what life was like under apartheid for my parents,this state of apart ness what was it suppose to yield,why do we as humans seek to impose and frown upon each other? I was struck when i heard the story of my friends Grandmother who visited Canada during the apartheid years,what stood out for this lady was the fact that she was treated like a human in a country that was strange to her.This morning i woke up from a blistering headache that stared at me like the blazing sun in a deserted island of sand;i had to sit down and reflect!

In my thought's i found the bluest of skies the clearest of oceans,i finally attempted to open my mind and i found i was still in this space with water and the clearest of skies.Hmmm where am i! Sometimes you find yourself in a desert and barren land and refuse to acknowledge the beauty in all of this "mess".To the future and whatever it may hold,may we all become fisherman in this deserted island.

Picture perfect

2011-01-16T05:22:00.000-08:00

Schaik & Definition Baroque- Picture Perfect by rushay77

Free Pen

2011-01-16T03:34:00.000-08:00

JBux & Definition Baroque-Free Pen by rushay77

The Face me project

2010-11-26T11:01:00.000-08:00

Who are we? a photo project i wish to do capturing portrait images of various faces in my community (coloured).Through these images i would like to question our identity and our place in this world where everything is centered around black and white.What happens when you black and white and every other nation on this planet?

Revolution Per Minute

2010-11-14T03:32:00.000-08:00

Beats per minute is infinite like our galaxy.Our hearts are twined like the tabla waiting for the drop of your hand,da doom da doom,from our heart drop our veins connecting bloodstreams to a mass of space that causes revolutionary emotion... our sanctuary is ♥

-Rushay Booysen

At the speed of a snail

2010-10-17T02:13:00.000-07:00

I wanna know now, for I to knock some more.
Ya see, in life I know there's lots of grief,
But your love is my relief:-Bob Marley

@rushayRushay Booysen
I think this democracy has turned us into a melancholic state for no one can be free when others are oppressed
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Time sometimes flies like a bird, sometimes crawls like a snail; but a man is happiest when he does not even notice whether it passes swiftly or slowly.
Ivan Turgenev

are we stuck in the w/hole we dug into

2010-09-06T11:17:00.000-07:00

Excuse my silence im caught in between so many spaces so many thoughts.Right now im stuck on a music blog,just continuously discovering new sounds which i would call the sound of my life.Have you ever walked a path and its composed of music,each key delivers a striking tale.i just discovered some impromptu tunes from australia (yes mate we rocking globally) I think the W is beautiful,funnnnnnnnnnnnnnk how did my parents live without this? shit let me stop clicking around and focus on my outlet.okay before i continue i need to rant,to the fool that stole my headphones i wont curse you,may you discover new sounds may it ring through your eardrums,may it colonize your thoughts and hopefully you will plant a seed.Man its hard to not be depressed when you see,hear,feel all the emotions thats ringing out through this world of ours.Recently Mozambique had some serious rioting over inflation,i got a e mail from a friend and it really made me think alot,it made me think of my position in life,how do i Inceptionize minds at a rapid speed cos light seems to have slowed down,does that mean we have to give up hope NO never that.im overjoyed by your love,by your words it feeds my craving to know and understand and so i shall pass it on and i will seek to guide.

Silvia

"I feel very sad about all this, it also affects me because cost of life

is increasing and our salaries still the same, but I stop and think
about those people who live in rural areas, those who work informally or
even those who have the minimum salary stipulated by the Government,
it's more or less 2.000MT converted into rands it's about R384.. now
tell me how can a person who owns 2.000MT each month can survive? 25Kg
of rice is about 500MT converted to rands is about R96, these people
they bills to pay, they have childrens, those childrens they go to
school, they have to pay transport, food, eish it's very sad...
While the president is renting 5 to 6 helicopters to do some campaigns
in some areas that he could go by car people here are suffering because
of all these prices that increased. Now why didn't the government reduce
the costs for helicopters and stuff like that?

Just as an example, before the independence Mozambique could produce
rice and sugar for Mozambique it self and Portugal, nowadays Mozambique
has to import sugar and rice from SA, can u believe that? We are owners
of Cahora Bassa (I don't know if u know it) that exports electricity to
SA and why do we have to buy electricity from SA? Can u see how
ridiculous this is?

But on this strike there were people who took advanced of the strike
because some of them were stealing stuff and doing vandalism acts, these
things I don't agree with coz lot of innocent people got injured and
some even die because of vandalism acts...

Yah most of rural parts are inhabited by dark skinned Africans. I got so
much to say about all these that I think I could even write a book!!! "

I think clearly there is a global trend thats happening and what the outcome will be i can not tell but its important for us to rise from the ashes.

Thanks to Silvia for the images

A reminisce of a remnant

2010-08-20T10:33:00.000-07:00

kaboom kaboom i hear a shaker in there somewhere,oh music beautiful music travel in every empty space fill it with blessings turn me into a soundproof studio,no turn me into a walking studio.My cd-rom is making love to the beautiful audio tunes of Mr Oliver Mtukudzi.In his music i hear the voices of my ancestors that roamed free without any concern about my internet speed or if my credit card is charged for my next pay pal purchase cos i surely do not want to taint my good purchasing record!Today was a weird day i cant place it,its also a day where i feel great things are coming to me its kinda like scary cos its not planned by me.I always make mental notes about my next goal....................but this one i can feel its coming to me and im not even prepared for it.So i have like so many mental images that i caught today.The Bold and the beautiful i should call it.Dont you just admire kids their honesty how they make us laugh and also what they take note of,unlike us adults who walk with a mouth full of teeth and a brain strained by a contaminated hard drive! So this kid sees me and she goes "mum this man got hair over his lips" now that was hella funny to hear it from a 3 year old kid but thats what the kid saw and she was fascinated by this living portrait of this man with a mouth full of hair.This guy must be a freaken weirdo why cant he just be like everybody else? I love kids i want to be as honest as a kid,so my journey carried on it took me to this mall where this South African guy told a Somalian lady she shouldnt tell him to keep quiet in his country,i think the media has covered alot of the xenophobia in South Africa so i do not need to expand on that.Right before i could chip in and attack this guy for his ignorance a lady shouted at him saying he is wrong.That brought a smile to my eyes cos someone stood up someone stood out and said NO.So often we keep shut like the bass drum and guitar in a band."never compromise who you are and the principals your parents thought you" that was the words that rung out to me,so i sat and reflected over those words,im reeling in the frequency range of the utterance it was stereo im pretty sure about it.Now you got me thinking again i wasn't suppose to think today, couldn't you just keep the thoughts captive for one day? Today i saw poverty i saw hungry mouths that needs to be fed,how can i feed them i have no capital nor am i a philanthropist.We need to sow seeds we need to plant....................i want to farm i want to speak to the creator who blows the wind to the one that molded me.........the one that speaks to me...........................the one that makes me hear these sounds................I am humbled by your grace

Violence of a different kind:i will not hesitate to shoot you!

2010-08-14T08:41:00.000-07:00

a non-violence movement of sort but do not test us we will shoot

Today i dont feel like saying much,take the images make of it what you want.

"Not everybody trusts paintings but people believe photographs" - Ansel Adams

Policy of assimilation

2010-08-09T09:30:00.000-07:00

Many Aboriginal people wanted to move to cities and find work - to get away from the control of the reserve manager or the local authority. But when they arrived in the cities they came up against racism and discrimination. Instead of being assimilated into 'white' society, they were shunned and ignored and were forced to live on the fringes of society in poverty and unemployment. In many rural areas segregation became widespread. Aboriginal people were barred from the hotels and bars, they could only use swimming pools at certain times and sit in certain places in cinemas.

Another aspect of the assimilation policy was the lack of right to citizenship. The Indigenous peoples of Australia were not recognised as citizens under the constitution until a referendum in 1967. Before the 1940s, Aboriginal people could not become citizens, but after the Second World War they could be counted as citizens if they applied for a certificate. By having a certificate, however, they had to give up all ties with theIndigenous community-www.skwirk.com.au

Litigation of my thought process

2010-08-08T02:04:00.000-07:00

So im all middle eastern this morning Salaam/Shalom,Tov toda for gazing at your computer screen and absorbing some of my thoughts.I think its important for us to recognize we all are individuals with different ideologies and so many differences.I have always regarded point of reference as a important tool in our lives,most of what we absorb from a very young age is determined by our family firstly,then the next closest line would be your community that you grow up in.So in between that phase and the next which would be adulthood there is really little space to explore outside of that realms of structured cultural dominance!The internet is for me one big book ,imagine you have so many books in front of you where would you start? So we def need a point of reference and a inquiring mind.It just frustrates the shit out of me when people quote something that they do not have a clue about.I think the internet really is a good place to do case studies,to expand and for some soul searching right.I think that is what i've tried for the last close to 15 years just seeing reaction from people and also how important a role culture and identity places in people's lives.Classic example i just quoted a few lines from Amr Diab

"Habibi, ya nour el ain,
My darling, glow in my eyes,
Ya saakin khayali.

Who lives in my fantasies"

Firstly the quote wasn't placed solely with the intention to create the reaction that i wanted,i truly love exploring culture via music but secondly i believe it created a closer bond to people i don't speak to often via social media,that person felt a closer connection to me cos of the relation to the music which transcribes back to his/her culture.If you want call me a Chameleon please don't refrain from using that title on me.The question that arises from this for me is how do we create a space where more people would expand outside of whats known to them? i think thats still one of the biggest problems.Much of my life was based around music and the words uttered by those artist,i also think being restricted or i should para-phrase myself and say i become restricted cos of my influences and that stemmed the growth process in my life in viewing the world outside of my own world.I know that sounds like Inception but it will make sense once you start exploring your dreams outside of your dreams.Sometimes i feel like a madman for thinking and breaking down everything in little fragments but i also realize how important it is for me and ultimately where i see myself heading within this world.I think its time YOU stop limiting yourself

Facing the echoes of my mind

2010-08-03T10:12:00.000-07:00

"The spaces in between
Two minds and all the places they have been
The spaces in between
I tried to put my finger on it"-Stateless (bloodstream)

So whenever i listen to this song it brings back memories like real intense archived thoughts that i dont know where to place.This song was a dedication from a lady i met a year ago round this time period,check the setup Linton Kwesi Johnson ,the African skyline and a amazing supporting band.What more could i ask for! Well it wasnt actually something i was seeking or anticipating but there is always fly sistas at live shows.Can you say Amen!There she was in front of the stage absorbed in the music,there i was backstage taking photos and enjoying my view from a different angle.She waved and smiled i bowed my head acknowledging her presence.........we never got to connected at that event.Three months passed and one day i saw this very face one a friends facebook she was tagged in one picture,all i had to do was tell my friend "say hi to that lady and give her this picture please",as open discussions on social platforms have become such a norm it was no big surprise when she added me on facebook.A month passed and i was on my way to Grahamstown to visit my friend and also formally introduce myself and my whole being to this lady.We had long talks about music,drama (she was a drama student) my beard etc etc. in the few months we bonded shared alot of laughs cultural education (she was half Polish half Tswana) she found it crazy that im Coloured ( what was i suppose to be).She was also a amazing singer when i say amazing please trust my word on that.A few months passed we really bonded but i told her i cant give her any commitment my heart is still broken over someone and i wouldnt want to give her a small piece of me.............the last month before she was due to write her final exam we stopped communicating,i guess it was a space that is so uncertain i felt i was giving her time to focus on her exam.Its been a month and we had no contact the very day i decided to send her a note via facebook was the day i came across the R.I.P messages on her facebook wall.She died that morning at 2 a.m with four other girls in a car accident.You cant even frame your reaction,is this for real! am i dreaming

Brother Johnny's sun

2010-08-01T01:37:00.000-07:00

I find it amusing that wherever i find myself in my community people always refer to me on my dad's name example Hi Johnny,Brother Johnny's son,Broeder Johnny,John they bluntly refuse to refer to me as Rushay, after all i am a being standing on my own two legs right!So i had to sit down and analyze this situation in retrospect and understand its root,i believe there is a root to every problem every situation,good or bad.What creates that reaction how far was the seed planted just to name a few of a collection of thoughts that runs through my mind,yes i know i often over-analyze a situation.I also got to acknowledge i come from a long line of people that sewed seeds and im bearing the fruit of that seeds that was sown.I have to thank this people some of them i never got to know some of them is around me right now i will never stop reiterating the importance of having and being a foundation in your kids life.A kid does not necessarily mean your own biological creation but these beings thats all around you.So i heard many stories from my dad about his family and i guess so they passed on stories from generation to generation and sometimes it just sounds like stories,it does not take on the form of actual happening in peoples lives anymore cos it took place in another lifetime,i guess once again.So all these voices that called me on my dad's name is a reflection of the seeds he planted in other people's lives and me being his seed they are calling me from the root of my trunk which would be my father!

Oil,Vehicles and Oppression

2010-06-05T04:38:00.000-07:00

the ever evading freedom

2010-05-28T10:31:00.001-07:00

freedom, originally uploaded by Rushay.

Hmmmm i wonder what is the cost of this freedom,is it obtained after 27 years in prison! Does BEE and tenders enrich those who constantly eludes this elusive label named FREEDOM! If freedom had a ring around her neck would she be 18 carat! Is Freedom peachy or dark skinned! Could it be that freedom is the biggest whore whose expensive price tricked us all into believing she is a true gem! I dont know,i dont have the answers but im not free thats all i know.

we all affected

2010-05-22T11:26:00.001-07:00

we all affected, originally uploaded by Rushay.

whether you realize it or not we all affected if not infected.

Space age

2010-04-24T04:42:00.001-07:00

http://www.mediafire.com/file/igvdnymctmd/5.SPACE.mp3

Space Age

Verse One

Stutter poems an owed to new vices

Thundering assumption bruise your blue Nike airs

Hundreds of us confuse the two right ?

So I’ll shimmy when the city reduces fuel prices

Can’t cut a rug but prove to move light years

Buttery utterance, punctuated and timeless

Deep space, hunter becomes the moons nightmare

I wonder if the mother ship knew we grew time here?

Guess not, sentences text watch-

How I benefit from everything on your desk top

Barney Rubble made it right back to Bedrock

But my body double made imaginary friend boss

(Ooh) Right in the bread box

Right time, wrong melody “A” got-

To be kidding me the enemy aint us

Still trying to figure just where the hate was

Chorus

When I say “A” sound-

The alarm we on the freight train bound-

For infinity and beyond their town

Cut a space age fillet

We lace A- Sounds

When the beat come back

Decorate it with elaborate drum tracks

Separate the space with some thumb tact’s

I’m the one, son something when the sun don’t laugh

Verse Two

Bad habit, the rabbit out of the hat trick

Took a stab at it and managed bury hatchets

Only took one good strike to make a has been

Built a whole industry out of a struck match stick

He fresh to def, I’m done with deaf rappers

Left necks snapped with half the text backwards

Scribble what I’m into and enter the next chapter

Said “What’s the point of getting your damn hands up (No)

Put your damn hands down

Trouble with you kids can’t let them stand out

One hit wonder- why he got a glass house

Let’s throw stones just for a laugh now

Simmer down young brethren

Better call A-Sounds for your first

In serendipitous fist in the air fashion

If you heard that then we get them all clapping

Repeat Chorus

chunkee munkee

2010-04-18T07:42:00.001-07:00

chunkee munkee, originally uploaded by Rushay.

The construct of race always amazes me i think growing up in race obsessed south africa led to a interesting discovery of race and how its viewed.I think race transforms all over the world.This morning i woke up to Radah telling my dad upon entry to our house that she is coloured.My word,alot of thoughts ran through my mind,firstly she is half indian half coloured and all of that should be embraced but i find that the heirachy syndrome is still very much alive.Her Indian grandmother tried very hard to train her that she is indian but when she came to live with her coloured family its as if the tussle to be "something" just increased.I really am trying to understand at what age does racial identification become a important part of a childs identity?The sound of oneness is amazing and something i would absolutely love to see,but there is so many factors that seems to impact on division of all sort.Can we become one and lose our culture,can we speak one language,can we give up on class divisions! I like variety i absolutely love it and i think we should embrace who we are but not impose our values on others.

TweetMic | rushay's audio tweet on the king of rock

2010-04-14T11:00:00.000-07:00

TweetMic | rushay's audio tweet

Where were you at this particular stage of your life?How did you view hip hop and as a late bloomer how would you sum up the contribution of this collective to the rise of the hip hop movement?

Beyond Epic a Easten Cape tale

2010-04-11T11:01:00.000-07:00

True Sight Music is about to give birth to these two artists gems take a listen enjoy and feel free to make the mp3s viral!

Hishaam Orinoco
Imaginary friends are the pseudonyms or extensions or alternate selves that we create to represent a part of ourselves that's not "normal" (subject to criticism of course) so in an ironic twist our "imaginary friends" help us get closer to our true selves...hope that answers your question-Hishaam

http://www.mediafire.com/?4jnhzf2mtdz

Say No,next thing you getting a tatoo man she gonna change you like Erykah Badu did to common........she gonna start small by flippin your hairdo.Say NO!-Epic

http://www.mediafire.com/?ahbnzfo2tyt

A African tale

2010-04-09T12:27:00.000-07:00

Lets explore Africa are you down? I think in my lifetime the importance of music was always to transport culture and identity and speak about issues such as war such as race,love and love lost.Over the last number of years i have become increasingly obsessed with hearing more African music or any music that's off the radar.T.I.A -This Is Africa

Im telech mi yechabek oti kacha

2010-04-04T11:00:00.001-07:00

IF YOU LEAVE (Im Telech) -Idan Raichel

If you leave who will hug me like this
who will listen to me at the end of the day
who will console and calm me
as only you know how

And if you leave who will I wait for by the window
in a festive dress
to come hug me so,
when you arrive

When you leave go, I'll go out to the sun,
in the golden field, morning and evening,
the moon will light up my face
which dreams all day long of you

When you come back,
you'll carry me in your arms,
from the field to the river,
you'll wash my face and tell me words
as only you know how

As you should have noted by now im a fan of the Idan Raichel's work,i feel its impossible for me to deny the honesty that their music reflects.Its just something in their music that draws me something i find missing in alot of music that comes out these days.So im ranting do pick up their music listen to it actually no devour it!

Father

2010-02-21T00:17:00.000-08:00

We ask sociologically why are there so
Many messed up families, what’s the problem?
Well in most of those cases, those children
Have no or little example to follow.
There are exceptions but in most of those cases
They have little or no example to follow.
A good father is more than one who
Provides shelter, food and body coverage.
Now i pray that those fathers who are
Here and those mothers who had to
Be fathers also and everyone once in a while we find
Some fathers who had to be mothers also-Saul Williams

Reparate me

2010-01-25T10:07:00.000-08:00

Smile

2010-01-23T09:42:00.000-08:00

Joy Happiness Laughter pride beauty Life Pleasure Love

Pain hurt Anger Murder Sodomy Kill Maim Hate

Speak out against any form of abuse

Numbers

2010-01-16T22:21:00.001-08:00

May Hashem bless you and protect you. May Hashem cause His countenance
to shine upon you and favor you. May Hashem lift His face to you, and
grant you shalom.' They shall bestow My Name upon B'nei Yisroel, and I
will bless them." Numbers 6:22-27

Lord come down and rescues us S.O.S

2010-01-04T20:08:00.001-08:00

People killing, people dying, people lying, people blind
People don't see the sign, watching money all the time
Get the pennies, get the dimes, get the dollars is the mindstate
Of the human race, people on the paper chase
The environment is fragile, and we been on the gradual
Declining in a lifetime or lose the battle
Get burned by volcanoes, get blown by tornadoes
Cause mother nature signals, is trying to warn NATO
We got a new terror threat, it's called the weather
More deadlier than chemical and nuclear together

Silence

2009-11-13T10:11:00.000-08:00

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move.inspire.motivate

2009-10-29T10:59:00.000-07:00

There are no whole truths: all truths are half-truths. It is trying to treat them as whole truths that plays the devil-Alfred North Whitehead

Never apologize for showing feeling. When you do so, you apologize for the truth-Benjamin Disraeli

Love,Peace and Nappiness

2009-09-24T11:14:00.000-07:00

There are some things pure while certain things blur
Dilute it with the lie and you believe when it occur
Falsified information got my people in the stir
We have to be in search of something equal to the cure
Straight out the door, I come to give you more
Lay the law keep it raw, when I speak it from the core
Get underneath your skin like I scratched you with a claw
Conflicted with the rich 'cause I kick it with the poor
I laugh in the face of adversity-CHALI 2NA

Genesis 10:5
From these the maritime peoples spread out into their territories by their clans within their nations, each with its own language

We have come a long way a long,hard,difficult route to "freedom" its kinda strange how you grow and your mind reacts to certain situations.The issue of race amongst YOU humans seem to stay the same.I think everything is twisted in this world and history as we see and understand it is one twisted version that we got wrong.When i was younger i fought this black/white war and up to this point it still seems to be at the same point.One thing i can tell yall the Devil played us all,for we are one people,same brother same sister we left our ant colony thousands of years ago.

I choose PEACE. peace LOVE & abundance for humanity today

A thousand times a million doors to eternity

2009-09-05T15:36:00.000-07:00

Sometimes in life you feel the fight is over,
And it seems as though the writings on the wall,
Superstar you finally made it,
But once your picture becomes tainted,
It's what they call,
The rise and fall

The vices of life,i wonder often actually i make believe more so.Tonight i found solace in the lyrics of so many of Sting's music lets say it just spoke straight to my heart.I often choose not to say much as my eyes devour and memorizes each uttered word,each uttered movement.FREEZE!Stand still,stop,blink,think for just one moment!I cry foul whats happening to humanity.Once upon a time long ago i absorbed many doctrines and many beliefs i fought for you and you,in the end i had to return to the teachings of my dad.My dads teachings was not Christianity no way his teachings has been about a relationship with God.This journey has been a amazing one of growth of understand of love.I Love you!So i stare once again over the ocean not knowing my fate but believing my purpose is of a higher calling which i cant define if u ask me as its definition is defined by each journey i descend upon.

Thank u Jesus

Her Heart

2009-08-23T11:31:00.000-07:00

A wife of noble character is her husband's crown, but a disgraceful wife is like decay in his bones.
Proverbs 12:3-5

A sanctified union,a sacred clause,a friendship,a joint venture!What is love who discovered this thing we call love?Will love ever become redundant? Marriage at times seems like a lottery but what i realize is that any union that's connected through the basic principals could be a everlasting one.Yes that's true even in this lucky packet day and age.

a nation unified in exhale!

2009-08-07T09:27:00.000-07:00

In the dark it's more likely that you notice light
In the light more likely that you notice night
Hungry more appreciation for that meal
Dead broke more appreciation for that grill
A bad day'll make you really notice ones that's good
And that'll make things a little better understood-*Make you feel that way*-Blackalicious

It seems when you dont have you more likely to notice what you had.

a collection of words and sounds that mesmerizes me

2009-07-17T11:48:00.000-07:00

This Blog post wont have a lot of words the soul of this post is captured in the images and the sounds,im mesmerized by the beautiful music that enlightens me on this journey to learn and discover more about my world.

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Tupac Shakur

2009-07-08T13:49:00.001-07:00

Tupac Shakur, originally uploaded by ipwallpapers.

Don't settle for less - even the genius asks-es questions
Be grateful for blessings
Don't ever change, keep your essence
The power is in the people and politics we address
Always do your best, don't let the pressure make you panic
And when you get stranded
And things don't go the way you planned it
Dreamin of riches, in a position of makin a difference
Politicians and hypocrites, they don't wanna listen-Me against the world

He came and left at a young age,he touched millions of people around the world.Tupac's music was often criticized for its violence and anger yet that anger and frustration is a botched up feeling that millions of urban and poor people suppress.I am because of you! Remember that take this young mans words and recycle it and see how it still applies til this day R.I.P Tupac

The Story of The Idan Raichel Project

2009-06-28T12:16:00.001-07:00

amazing collective if you into music this will def captivate your ears.

virtual insanity 2010

2009-06-27T07:08:00.000-07:00

http://bit.ly/SNx5R Musica for free

Qalazive http://bit.ly/YjQIg (free Track)

jbux http://bit.ly/3HWpr (I salute YOU)

The man who refuse to be moved

2009-06-15T23:50:00.000-07:00

Proverbs 3:3

3 Let love and faithfulness never leave you;
bind them around your neck,
write them on the tablet of your heart

The man that cant be moved! hmmmmmmmmm sounds like me.When best my words are spoken it's through a artist that hits straight to my heart,my mind and my soul.Each entry into this journal is like taking a step alongside Rushay Booysen if you find yourself sinking into quicksand be strong hold on every passage will be reached if you set your heart on it!The days when there was no electronic journals when there was no thought of blogging i sat silently and sewed my thoughts on a piece of paper, that was many miles ago and i kept the door to that book locked.My ear became tuned to the streets and sounds and words became my reality.This blog became my reality as of late as im able to share with you the tattered pieces of a fragmented mind that seeks to impose and decode the modern day Morse code,as a alienated race called humans we so often make new bonds and sometimes that bonds get broken.The beauty in all of this is that life is so unpredictable and just when you thought you reached dead end along comes a smile that lightens the room.

maybe ill get famous for the man who cant be moved
and maybe you wont mean to but you'll see me on the news
and you'd come running to the corner!

Nneka

2009-06-04T22:03:00.000-07:00

I am a music junkie im skinny cos the majority of my time is spent devouring sweet,thick sounds that feeds my mind,recently i stumbled upon Nneka might only be recently cos i do not spend my time listening to the airwaves.I am a digger i dig and search like a new aged Christopher Columbus.My aim to defrost those captured minds that looks at history and only see the negative aspect that is presented to us,minds that are conditioned by someone else's ideal and agenda!i had to change my mindset from that of a oppressed mind,oppressed minds still think in terms of devid,still think in terms of a cause for a particular group.I like to view global i like to think in confine's of individual's and selfishness,later on it would be transferred to groups and collectives but for now i think its important to search for that truth that makes sense to me.I so often find myself amongst people that speak about them who are they? nobody seems to be able to tell me who this THEM are!So im sharing with you Nneka this song speaks so much truth.

U keep pushing the blame on our colonial fathers
U say they came and they took all we had pocessed
They have to take the abuse that they have caused our present state with their intruding history
Use our goodness and nourishment in the Name of missionary
Lied to us,blinded slaved us,misplaced us,strengthen us,hardened us then
they replaced us now we got to learn from pain
Now it is up to us to gain some recognition
If we stopp blaming we could get a better condition
Wake up world!!
Wake up and stop sleeping
Wake up africa!!
Wake up and stop blaming
Open ur eyes!!
Stand up and rise
Road block oh life penalty

Why do we want to remain where we started
And how long do we want to stop ourselves from thinking
We should learn from experience that what we are here for this existence
But now we decide to use the same hatred to oppress our own brothers
It is so comfortable to say racism is the cause
but this time it is the same colour chasing and biting us
Knowledge and selfishness that they gave to us,this is what we use to abuse us
Wake up world!!
Wake up and stop sleeping
Wake up africa!!
Wake up and stop blaming
Open ur eyes!!
Stand up and rise
Road block oh life penalty

Those who have ears let them hear
Brothers who are not brainwashed takt ruins and rest
Pick them up and stick them back together
This is the only way we can change this african weather
Lied to us,blinded slaved us,misplaced us,strengthen us,hardened us then
they replaced us now we got to learn from pain

Wake up world!!
Wake up and stop sleeping
Wake up africa!!
Wake up and stop blaming
Open ur eyes!!
Stand up and rise
Road block oh life penalty

you got to wake up please
youuuuu got tooo
(wake up africa wake up and stop blaming)
blaming ha ha ha
open yours eyes your eyes
stand up and riise
road block oh life penalty
wake up...

Afrikaans is alive and well

2009-05-28T04:36:00.000-07:00

Jitsvinger has been blazing the airwaves brandishing his style of afrikaans hip hop.Me and some students just had a interesting discussion regarding afrikaans and its place in South African society.What i find so often is that history gave a misplaced journal of the language we are so often reminded of Soweto and the rise against the education of afrikaans.I think not many people know about the rise of the language in a community that was raised with it and that made it uniquely South African,a slave language that was transformed and recycled as it occurred in several colonized states around the world ala south america/carribean etc etc. so i bring to u Jitsvinger

True Sight Music - BYOA - Port Elizabeth/San Francisco exchange

2009-05-12T11:54:00.001-07:00

The WOMAN that took on the world

2009-05-10T13:09:00.000-07:00

Happy Mama's day to all the ladies,amazing woman that took time out to birth us alienated humans.I find myself in a world where male domination seems to be at a constant apex not losing any balance on this scale we call life.So this post is basically dedicated to a woman out of Zimbabwe .Every woman is special out there so Men learn to respect your woman.

"So sometimes in life when you suspect the absolute worst thing, God sends you an angel."-Jenni Williams

http://www.mg.co.za/article/2009-05-10-the-woman-who-took-on-mugabe

article courtesy of Mail and Guardian

Of all the terrible things that have happened to Jenni Williams over the past six years -- and there have been many -- there is one incident that stands out from the rest.

It was October 2008. She had been arrested by Zimbabwean police after taking part in a peaceful protest outside a government complex. The marchers were asking for food aid, in a population where three-quarters of the population is starving under Robert Mugabe's oppressive regime. Bundled into a police van, Williams and a colleague were taken to prison and denied bail.

She was in jail for three weeks. On one "particularly bad day" Williams recalls being forced by the guards to sit for hours in the burning sunshine. "I am of light skin, they knew I was going to get very badly sunburnt, and we were just made to sit there for some form of punishment," she says. "And when we tried to object, they started accusing myself and my colleague of being lesbians because she had been beaten and I was rubbing her back.

"So it was a very bad day, and our lawyer had not been able to come to give us any update on our appeal process and I just thought: I don't know how we're going to get through this."

At 47, Jenni Williams has experienced more brutality than most of us will face in a lifetime. She is the founder of the underground activist movement Women of Zimbabwe Arise (Woza), an organisation that, since 2003, has been mobilising Zimbabwean women to demonstrate in defence of their political, economic and social rights. In a fragmented country where women are marginalised by patriarchy, downtrodden by severe financial hardship (official inflation runs at 7 000%) and weakened by the acute lack of food or clothing for themselves and their children, Williams faces an almost insurmountable daily struggle simply to keep going.

Under Mugabe's dictatorship, the threat of state-sanctioned violence is ever-present. Despite being a movement dedicated to peaceful protest, Woza's 70 000 members are routinely arrested, beaten and intimidated.

As an outspoken critic of the current Zimbabwean regime, Williams is one of the most troublesome thorns in Mugabe's side. In a region where anti-government protesters have an uncomfortable habit of disappearing or turning up dead, her day-to-day existence is hazardous: although her main residence is in Bulawayo, south-west Zimbabwe, she moves in and out of safe houses and never stays more than six months in one place. She has been arrested 33 times.

Once she was abducted by police for 24 hours and driven 45km outside the city to an unknown destination. "They were telling me they were going to murder me and bury me and no one would ever know," says Williams. "Luckily for me, we ended up in a police station and some of the police officers were very sympathetic. There was no food there but one of those police officers came and whispered into the window of our cell: 'I'm bringing you food from your house. I know you are hungry.' So sometimes in life when you suspect the absolute worst thing, God sends you an angel."

She says, when I ask her if she ever loses hope in humanity, that this is her answer: finding goodness where you least expect it. Even at her lowest point in that prison yard, forced to sit for hours in the sunshine, her skin burning and her spirits shattered, something happened to salvage her hopes and keep her going. "My colleagues came and told me that Barack Obama had won and was going to be the next president of America and it was -- " She breaks off, then emits a loud squeal of delight: "YES! And that made the pain not so bad."
In person, Jenni Williams looks as strong as she sounds. She has a broad face, substantial shoulders and thick, powerful arms. Her hair is braided in tight plaits that snake across her skull. She is mixed race -- her mechanic father, who was absent for most of her upbringing, was black. Her mother Margaret is the daughter of an IRA man who emigrated to what was then Rhodesia from County Armagh. He became a gold prospector and married a local woman from the Matabele tribe.

Williams readily admits that dissidence runs in the family: "It's an incredible mix of this Irish and this Matabelean nation, which is a fighting nation. My grandmother was once arrested during the early 80s because the Mugabe regime said she had arms caches. That's the melting pot that I come from."

At first the combination of her looks and her history can make Williams seem a slightly forbidding presence, but as soon as you talk to her you realise that she has an internal composure that gives her a tender, almost maternal quality. She comes across as a protector rather than an aggressor. When she talks, it is in a bubbling stream of flat Zimbabwean vowels spliced with laughter. She smiles a lot.

We meet on one of her infrequent visits to the UK -- she is deliberately vague about her movements in case the Zimbabwean authorities attempt to stop her, but she has the backing of Amnesty International and this time has been able to move around relatively freely.

"We [Woza] get scared like anyone else," she says. "But I think what gives us the commitment to continue to do the things we do is that we speak 100% the truth, and we speak it from the moral authority that we are the mothers of the nation, and if your mother cannot speak out on your behalf then you have no one that will speak for you. So that is why we are committed to doing this: because we want a better future for our children."

The horrible irony for Williams is that being the mother of a troubled nation means she finds it increasingly difficult to be the mother of her own family. Her husband Michael, an electrician, and her three adult children -- one daughter, Natalie (28) from her first marriage, and two sons, Christopher (24) and Richard (22) -- all live in the UK. It would be too dangerous for them to stay in Zimbabwe.

When Woza organised its first Valentine's Day march in 2003 (14 February, with its connotations of love and understanding, is a crucial date for the organisation, which promotes strategic nonviolence), Christopher, then 18, was arrested for handing out roses. Although the Zimbabwean Constitution grants the right to peaceful protest, the authorities argue that it cannot be carried out in the streets without prior notification.

"I couldn't do anything," says Williams now, twisting her hands on the table in front of her. "It was just deeply frustrating for me to be a mother and see that my child had now gotten arrested for something that I was doing, and I was helpless. And so with Christopher's arrest, my mother-in-law [who lives in the UK] got a little bit worried and said: 'Look, please can we have the kids?'

"Also, because of my activism there were threats that they would be taken and put in the youth militia, where they train these kids to be violent, so I had no other option but to allow my two sons, who were still living in the house, to come and be in the UK. My daughter is much older; she had already left home.

"It's not easy for me to live apart from them. But we are very, very busy leading this organisation. I already work 14 to 15-hour days. There's no way right now I can be a mother to my children because I'm too occupied being a mother to the nation."

Does she feel guilty about the choice she has made, about placing the political over the personal? "No, I don't because I know and they know and we all understand and discuss these issues and they know why we're doing it. So it's not a matter of guilt. I miss them terribly. I miss my husband terribly. But I know it's for them I'm doing it, and they know that, too."

Much of her life has been spent taking care of other people -- at the age of 16 she dropped out of school to help her single mother care for her six siblings. And, like the Woza members, 70% of whom have not completed secondary education, she has experienced at first hand the vicious hardships of a Zimbabwean upbringing: in 1994, her eldest brother died of HIV/Aids, and because of her mixed heritage she has experienced racism from both sides of the ethnic divide.

"In some ways, my blood has been too black to be beautiful," she says sadly. "In other ways, my skin has been too white to be right. And yeah, it's been a problem ... My first marriage failed because, at the wedding ceremony, my ex-husband's mother and father arrived at the wedding and the reality that I was mixed race hit them when they saw my mother and they saw my brothers, who are much darker than me, and they just couldn't take it and they left the ceremony. They hounded my husband with all this stuff about the son of Ham and all this racist rhetoric, and: 'You're going to have black children' and our marriage failed as a result of that.

"And now under Mugabe, quite often police officers who do not know me, who do not know my background, will make all sorts of racist [anti-white] comments to me and so I've also had that ... So it hasn't been easy."

But perhaps it was this sense of never quite belonging, of having to prove herself in the face of adversity, that gave Williams the sheer single-mindedness she has needed to pursue what she believes is right in a land where the idea of justice is, at best, illusory. "Seeing my mother want something better for me and seeing her sacrifices [as] a single mother raising seven children -- it motivated me a lot ... It was her as a role model and the fact I had seen so much discrimination that made me want to become a human rights defender."

In what she refers to as "my previous life", Williams ran her own public relations company. From 1994 to 2002 the business was so successful that it won a sizeable contract to do all the communications for the Zimbabwean Farmers' Union. This brought Williams directly into conflict with the government -- Mugabe's controversial policy of land reform enables white farmers to be forced off their properties in order to "redistribute" wealth. "It was very hot and heavy and I was under threat," says Williams. "The police kept visiting the offices. It was just impossible. It ended up losing me my company." Enraged by the injustice of what happened, Williams became politically active. A year later, Woza was formed.

Its grassroots members, many of whom come to the organisation from church groups, are the ordinary women of Zimbabwe who would otherwise remain voiceless -- the seamstresses, the vegetable sellers and hairdressers. Williams leads regular street demonstrations, during which the protesters sing gospel songs and carry brooms, embodying their desire to sweep the government clean. It is a terrifying process: "Sometimes when we are singing, we are extremely discordant because, you know, your mouth is dry, you're scared and you're watching out the whole time for the police."

Dispiritingly, Williams says that there has been no noticeable improvement in conditions since the power-sharing agreement brokered in September between Mugabe and Morgan Tsvangirai, the leader of the opposition. "We had huge expectations that it would have ... but we have not noticed any change. In fact, in some ways we can say the pressure on us has increased because post the signing of this deal, I then found myself back in prison. And after having made bail -- and it was a huge legal battle -- we then found that we were restricted to a 40km radius, and that has never happened before.

"Since Morgan Tsvangirai was sworn in, there is more food on the shelves, but our members certainly cannot afford to buy that food. There's 94% unemployment, and the 6% that's left over probably cannot even afford to pay for their bus transport into work.

"Our members, what are they going to do? They can't afford the school fees. They're desperate for their children to get educated. The decision is: do I feed this child right now or do I buy chalk so they can go to school? And that's a horrible choice that parents are being forced to make in Zimbabwe. So daily life is just horrific."

In prison, conditions are even worse. "It's a living nightmare," says Williams. "It's a death sentence." At mealtimes food is so scarce that the portions are measured out in teaspoons. After Williams's three-week incarceration last October, a female prisoner begged her to leave behind her underwear. "They said: 'We have not seen a pair of panties for two or three years while we've been in prison.' And, I mean, someone can be stripped of their dignity, but if you're a woman you really want to be able to have a pair of panties -- it's something basic."

She has a vivid memory of being taken to a men's prison and seeing hundreds of skeletal inmates in the courtyard. "These were men who were -- what's the word -- you can't say crouching because that implies a bigger body space -- people were so thin that they looked like spiders, when they close themselves up and you can't see any limbs. They were like ghosts: rows and rows of ghosts."

Although she would never admit to it, it is clear that the prospect of being sent back there fills Williams with dread. The trial relating to her October arrest on charges of disturbing the peace is still ongoing -- at the time of going to press, Williams and her co-leader Magodonga Mahlangu were due to appear in front of the Bulawayo magistrate's court on 30 April.

Meanwhile, the daily struggle continues. Williams refuses to dwell on the negative, and perhaps this is a necessary technique of self-preservation: how else would she be able to carry on fighting, with such good-humoured courage and tenacity, in the face of such intimidation and danger?

Before she leaves, I tell her that I know no one who possesses the necessary strength to do what she does. "I know lots!" she shrieks happily, shrugging herself into a huge padded black coat. "I know all the Woza members. We are constantly arrested, hundreds of us, and we make each other strong, defend our rights and help each other cope. So I am in extremely good company."

She zips up her coat and gives me a warm hug. Then she walks away, back to fight the battles that no one else dares to face

more time with words and sounds that captures my vision

2009-04-27T02:27:00.000-07:00

A night of music,poetry,dub and splendor,each journey with every artist i come in contact with makes my own journey much smoother.I bring to you a night with Linton Kwesi Johnson,enjoy!

"duped
doped
demoralised
dizzied
dozed
traumatized

blinded by resplendent lite of love
dazzled by di firmament of freedom
im couldn deteck deceit
all wen it kick im in im teet
im couldn cry khorupshon
an believe inna man
im nevvah know bout cleek
im did umble an meek
im nevvah know intrigue
im nevvah inna dat deh league
im nevvah andahstan
dat on di road to sawshalism
yu could buck-up nepotism
im wife dangerous
im bredda tretchero
an im kozn very vicious"

Listen ♫♪♫♪♫♪

2009-04-19T11:13:00.000-07:00

"Hear this, you kings! Listen, you rulers! I will sing to the LORD, I will sing; I will make music to the LORD, the God of Israel"-Judges 5:3

Am i hearing Horns and Trumpets could that be the signal of war in the modern days! could life consist of recycled keynotes! Im wondering,the countless reference to music in the Bible/Torah proved to me the importance of music in the lives of those before me and also the importance in the lives of the present.If you should ever mummify me please concrete my ipod in my hand and keep it on repeat.My search for music that feeds my soul has taken me to the abyss of life,anybody can be a artist but not everybody could be a leader.I have dug deeper than your top 40 hits i have dug deeper than your conscious artist.My understanding of music and words surpasses your quote of the month it surpassed the thumping beats of your Scott Storch and whoever charges 100000 dollars a beat.You see im a modern day hippie with charisma and a frown that leaves you in doubt,im the manager that you want cos i paint a picture in your listeners ear's.Watch and listen carefully whats marketed to you,next time when you pick up a mic study what you mime..........become a leader and remember your instrument is a weapon

These are the men David put in charge of the music in the house of the LORD after the ark came to rest-1 Chronicles 6:31

Im linked in with all of yall beyond the stereotype of self made media

2009-04-19T08:22:00.000-07:00

"my contact with conscious rap has made me tolerant of a lot of things.It has inspired me to seek answers to questions i have about the world"-Rushay

zataki

2009-04-18T18:55:00.000-07:00

South African/Canadian diva (diva is a female version of a hustler he he) Zaki Ibrahim

Fragmented beautiful world

2009-04-16T10:59:00.000-07:00

"You quench my thirsting soul and you fill my appetite
I give myself to you because you treat me right
Put my trust in the world and the world gets tight
Shift my trust to you it's like a crystal clear night"-Matisyahu

"You open up my eyes and give me sight
Super energized and everyday I feel you give me life
I seen the ways of the world intoxifying on pride
Young man don't you know drugs impurify your mind"-Matisyahu (Got no water)

A dedication to God and his creation that inspires me to be the change i wish to see!

Jbux interview on UCT radio

2009-04-10T10:10:00.000-07:00

Mr Phraser Interview on Uct radio in Cape Town

Free download Jbux-I Salute http://tinyurl.com/cjhpv6

Freedom of speech just watch what you say!

2009-04-07T11:26:00.000-07:00

SPEAK OUT YOUR VOICE IS POWERFUL

This writing is a excerpt out of my mind will i remain silent will i allow my voice my mind to be infiltrated by exterior forces!

"aint no use in stepping if we aint stepping up"-Roots Manuva

Revolution has become tainted like slavery!I naturally excluded myself from conforming to any norm created in the society i grew up in,i searched outside of those boundries and i found the traits are similar,as much as freedom of speech is allowed its also controlled.Ads have taken over all our brain space and every fluid running through your body has been injected with a potion that controls what you buy,what you listen to and what you believe!Now you may say i have included alot of exclamations and you might ask me for concrete proof,well i cant give you concrete cos concrete came from fluid so when i reverse these liquid creation you will see things dont always come in concrete form.If you see wrongs speak out say it loud i meant LOUD!The writing is on the wall my time might be counting down so you need to carry my voice and the voice of those youth that's still to follow,tweet it,spray it,sing it but just destroy silence.

"This living dead noose, the bane of life in the west

But who's down for civil unrest?

In times like these comrades is hard to find

The beast keeps the masses toeing the line

With them sneaky tactics they'll keep them boys running

So they can have a market for their guns and ammunition

Keep the third world in a stagnant position

Begging for monetary aid from IMF

Who don't seem too keen to write of the third world debt

Cause they profit from holding it down

Soon there'll be no dollars, no yens, no pounds

Just madness, microchips and hi-tech war

And all because the beast wants to gain control

Of each and every mind, body, spirit and soul"-Roots Manuva (soul decay)

2010 til infinity

2009-03-15T02:42:00.000-07:00

So the question remains what does the football world cup hold for the average South African citizen that still struggles to put food on the family table? The hype is on the tickets have gone on sale and the worlds biggest event comes to Africa for the very first time.We have already seen the developments that's taking place and there has been doubts placed on the ability of South Africa to host this prestigious event.

So i have gone online i have placed my name in the draw and now im being patient about the outcome 2010 here i come!Some of my biggest questions i have asked myself what is the benefits of the world cup what would it have honored those south africans that have invested billions of rands into offering this magnificent sports event to the world.I bring to you the progress of the 2010 stadium in Port Elizabeth,South Africa

Discussion with a young mind

2009-02-25T11:43:00.000-08:00

dont mind the typos its I.M and we expressing freely without any borders without any constraints this is MY medium this is my VOICE so SHUT me up!

I had a question thrown at me by a national television channel and i had to get into the mind of the NOW who happens to be Sizwe,my answer would not have been a reflection of the current as i do come from a generation before before.Here goes our I.M thanks to Sizwe

Sizwe is online.
RuSh: they send me two copies one for u and one for me
i got it here

Sizwe: wow man, are u willing to post it to me? if it is possible?

RuSh: yeah i will just but tight to get to a post office

Sizwe: thanks hey. i'm not in a rush though. you can take your time. would really love to hear it
can i send you my address later?

RuSh: tell me that track itself
the one u did
would u say its a poltical track?

Sent at 9:05 PM on Wednesday
Sizwe: that was the whole intention. politics at that time was deteriorating in SA. no one was willing to speak about it.
so we went ahead with it
many people did think we did it just to sound 'conscious' and so forth.. that was not the intention really.
lotta research went into that track actually

RuSh: cos it seems nobody speaking bout whats happening in SA currently
and all the artist i find are performing for the %#*
but i know its cos these artist are manipulated by money
so nobody is willing to speak against the powers that be cos they feed and link these artist to more money
while the values in our society are declining

Sizwe: the whole point of expression has changed
its not about it anymore

RuSh: so what would u say contributes to the change in mindset in the youth THESE days
as opposed to when we had a STRUGGLE

Sizwe: well the common youth is very priviledged. i mean, i live around these people.
they just don' care what has happened and what is happening around them because it does not adversely or directly affect them
life is too good.

RuSh: so then we would have to say that people that do have access to making and recording music are more privaleged?

Sizwe: i really do not mean to generalise. but that is the common case.
there's nothing driving the,
they have it all already
no struggle to put into a song
that is what i have noticed myself

RuSh: so as someone thats PRIVILAGED what would u say keeps you from not falling into that mold?

Sizwe: i guess its my personal life experiences that have moulded me to be the way i am. i was very priviledged to have seen and spoken to many different types of people around South Africa, and i have a personal interest to unerstanding the human psyche.
it is something i always think about
its just the way that i am i guess

RuSh: i got ya
yeah im just trynna get a clear understanding as to what motivates artist these days
cos generally and yes we could possibly blame it on mainstream media
but it seems u need to fall into a certain mold to really be heard by the masses

Sizwe: no i completely agree with you. the media has a great influence on the youth. its greater than you think
i have friends who go all up on these music videos in short skirts and so forth just to be recognized
that 'Tippy Toes' video - da Lez. perfect example
half of the girls on that video are my friends. its rediculous as to why they went on there
and what they did too
its crazy man

RuSh: %#%&^#*(*#&v called me
and asked me do i know of any SA hip hop artist that speaks about whats happening
and i couldnt give them any artist straight off the head as i hardly find any hip hop artist speaking out against these things

Sizwe: you will hardly find artists talking about the political situation. in most cases artists just don't understand the full scope of the story
in other cases they are too scared to talk about it either because of public reputation or because of the current political situation
and people my age will HARDLY speak about it
hiphop is a way of being cool nowadays
the media would not even support artists speaking about politics
i don't even have to tell you that

RuSh: yeah i know
cos who owns the media
these exact people we stand up against

Sizwe: exactly
there is no more freedom in freedom of speech

RuSh: yeah its all a lie
democracy is a lie

Sizwe: its not about the people anymore. no one cares about that
and speaking about it here in SA won't get me very far
but i really don't care

RuSh: yeah

Sizwe: it's a personal interest and passion of mine. i am really close to it

RuSh: DONT BELIEVE THE HYPE!

Sizwe: even with the unintended pun, you're still right!!
but for real tho. it will take a lot for appreciation to come back

RuSh: i think our people are still confined to race
and they dont see that the new racism is class
when you poor u will believe any lie that OUR people tell us
the world has become globalized our leaders bought into a one world system
and we all becoming slaves to this system that was created whether we say its a white man we all are becoming numbers

Sizwe: racism is subliminaly everywhere
look at why PE doesn't like Bux
these pe cats tell me everything
no one will let go

RuSh: yeah nobody bro
thats why its important for us to pass on OUR truth to other generations
the past must die for the future to be borne

Sizwe: passing on to future generations is not that easy. i really wish it were. i was just lucky enough to have actually taken my father seriously when he spoke about the past
many people just don't care
my generation is already losing it
one will never truely know the true struggle unless one has been through it
i haven't even been through all of it

RuSh: YES

Sizwe: i try and relate. believe me i really wish i truly knew.
like you do not understand. it is a deep interest of mine
i see the people here and how they are right now. the next generation of people after me will be very watered down
i've seen many things here in Cape Town in such a short space of time already

RuSh: u studying at UCT?
yeah bro as much as i like ape town i also hate it
cos its so western and pushes western ideals in all mediums

Sizwe: yah im at uct
the main reason why i'm here is to see how people are over here
i remember Emile from black noise said to me that the Western Cape is seen as the most racist province because they were the only province that voted for the NP
in 1994

RuSh: yeah

Sizwe: i'm really trying to study how people's situations are in different cities and how they differ from city to city

RuSh: yeah

Sizwe: i really think it would help me understand people a lot more
help me have a better sense of relativity

RuSh: and what u made of it thus far?

Sizwe: people i study with here are very priviledged
its not they fault that they are
*their fault
it does affect the way they think and act. some of them are only used to the wealthy life. that's all they know. that's why they find varsity really surprising
my one friend here is HIV positive.
he tells everybody about it. its interesting to see the people's reactions.
i take notice of how different people react
there are a lot of different people here who come from ,any backgrounds. some people even assume that everyone here are from the same background as them and that they are just as priviledged as them
its quite a nice experience so far

RuSh: yeah take the expierances and learn from it
but do not fall into it

Sizwe: most definately. i know what i came here to do
i have gotten used to unfluences and all that stuff
*influences
i'm learning every way possible.
i really am passionate about it

Rhapsody

2009-02-20T16:30:00.001-08:00

Rhapsody, originally uploaded by Rushay.

Music evolution,or shall we dub it revolution? While constantly rewinding my tape deck into memory lane i cant help but sit and ponder about the days when i dreamt about the latest Eric b & Rakim tapes.I can recall the excitement,now time evolved and we moved to Cd's those laser disc that so often scratches and leaves the artist stumbling over beats with lyrics that ignites anger,love and joy.Modern day we mp3'in and ituning,how easy 99 cents for the latest singles,what more could we ask for? I remember how i venomously fought the transition,man i couldnt imagine not reading the booklet not being able to check the credits! Imagine no artwork? Then the Ipod came and blew away my imagination it had artwork,i could connect my player to any device that could play music loud as FFFFFFFFFFF.So im asking myself in post modern times when the internet is so freely available why do artist still seek deals?The biggest struggle for artist was distribution,getting our music into stores that was where our need for distribution was.The music industry is under great threat people are hardly buying cd's these days and our options to distribute music has widened,do we really need the sony's ? The internet has become the single most important resource for third world countries,while there is still a huge gap in terms of internet connectivity it leaves us with a much broader playing field than the one we previously held.What creates a buying pattern? do people really need the tangible ?

360 degrees

2009-02-03T11:07:00.000-08:00

Parapa pa pa pa re
Parapa pa pa pa re
I’ll be waiting
I’ll be… ooo oh

Asa (Pronounced Asha) her music is a beautiful backdrop to my thoughts,i guess this is a entry of love dedicated to love and a love that's romanticized.This love shit can really drain you right,but don't you think its beautiful when you have a love that you feel is connected beyond the utterance of the word LOVE.I often dream of overthrowing systems that's kept humanity incarcerated,a system or a number of them that kept us separated but it seems all my efforts are thrown out of proportion whenever i smell her trail."We don’t have to go the 360 degrees Now is time we go the 180"
LOVE love LOVE LOVE LOVE I DO I LOVE I WANT I SEEK I FOUND LOVE love LoVE
I want the love that Common and Erykah shared naw im not seeking that i want a million dollar sugar mami hmmmmmmmmmmm naw i dont i just want that love that some days has its ups and its downs that love that breaks the chains,i want that love that keep us writing during world war one,i want to be that soldier thats at war and all i think about is the day the war ends so that i can share my love with that one i left behind!

"For all your looking for is within you
Open the eyes of your mind your ears and mouth"

I am what i am

2009-01-12T23:55:00.001-08:00

It's a new year new challanges at times i felt like throwing in the towel,i read a chapter in the bible that told me 'what shall it profit a man to gain the whole and lose his soul'.I have wrestled the devil for the last two years i have lost a dear friend that so often creeps in every thought i have.The new world order is dawning day by day families do not care about each other anymore life is about what you have and what you can gain,where do i see rushay in all of this?Well i cannot answer you on that,all i have to give is my thoughts and hopefully that would mean something,hopefully that could change some lives.My eyes are a macroscope and often i do not say much but believe me i take note of every action and every word,my brain literally killed my body and its been a struggle trying to get it back in shape.I got to thank God for my pains and aches it is a test of my character,hopefully everybody i ever hurt would give me a chance for forgiveness.The pillar in my life has been my dad in the worldly sense when i grow up i want to be like my dad,he has showed me courage he has taught me that no piece of paper should ever control me and limit how far i can spread my wings.

'i felt called to write about certain values,such as integrity and commitment,faith and forgiveness,about the virtues of simplicity,about the difference between 'amusing ourselves to death' and finding meaningful pleasures even joy'-the measure of a man (sidney poitier)

wishing for peace,prosperity and a world thats filled with love

2009-01-01T00:04:00.000-08:00

09 just dawned upon us and everybody is excited,as im resting smelling the crisp taste of green tea passing through my taste buds ears elevated to the musical notes blasting out my ipod i sit and i ponder!Half of us dont listen to our dreams half of us dont action on our wants.When i was young i asked myself what do you want out of life? I had to give myself over twenty years to determine what i want,money is something i never gloated over.What i want is still not a concrete answer and i guess it will remain in liquid form.I know people from all walks of life some poor some rich some famous some sleep on the street,i sat and i asked myself where do you want to position yourself? I want to touch average people with simple ideals,i want to be elevated to a platform where i would be stared upon but i still want to be able to step down from that platform and be considered one with the people,my dad taught me not to want more than what i need not to crave fame from people but to work for God's kingdom.So i guess 2009 would not be successful if i do not raise my voice and thank God

I was greeted with a Youtube video of my close friend Danya who i have known for a number of years,in this video Danya basically reveals a project we working on for 09.

"They do not love that do not show their love. The course of true love never did run smooth. Love is a familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love"-William Shakespeare

I wanna tell you something

2008-12-25T05:08:00.000-08:00

Merry Christmas and everything in between.So this is my song of the day i havent been really into alot of music as of late,do not ask me why,i got issues with those artist and their message they relay and the impact it has on our society,but anyway this womans music is off the books.

Music breathes life the power of the word manifest itself and when the words touches your soul you know you have been blessed,we emboss those cords onto dat,tapes and cd's and when we die the beauty of the art remains forever!I don't wanna wait til its too late,every second is a time that slips away!

"Tell You Something (Nana's Reprise)"

Get so caught up everyday
Tryna keep it all together
While the time it slips away
You see I know nothing last forever

Imagine there was no tomorrow
Imagine that I couldn't see your face
There would be no limit to my sorrow
So all I can say

[Chorus:]
I wanna tell you something, give you something
Show you in so many ways
'cause it would all mean nothing if I don't say something before it all goes away
Don't wanna wait to bring you flowers, waste another hour let alone another day
I'm gonna tell you something, show you something, won't wait till it's too late

[2x] (I can't wait, I can't wait, I won't wait, I don't wanna wait)

Just a simple conversation
Just a moment is all it takes
I wanna be there just to listen
(I wanna be here)
And I don't wanna hesitate

Imagine there was no tomorrow
Imagine that I couldn't see your face
There would be no limit to my sorrow
'cause there's nothing that could fill that space
I don't wanna put it off for too long
I didn't say all that I had to say
I wanna take my time and right the wrong before we get to that place

[Chorus]

Just lean on my shoulder,
It's not over till it's over
Don't worry about it cause
I'm gonna make sure our bond gets stronger
I don't wanna wait till the storm and something wrong and now you're gone and I can't find you

[Chorus x2]

[x4] I can't wait, I can't wait, I won't wait, I don't wanna wait

Happiness as only kids can energize it

2008-12-21T07:07:00.000-08:00

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a journey of note

2008-12-13T13:29:00.000-08:00

Its 6 am im up,im about,smelling the morning funk of mother nature inhaleeeeeeeeeeeee ok now its time to wash off my funk,after a relentless tussle with myself i decided to embalm myself with a radox herbal bath,breathe in again.So its me myself and i again off to Ikasi for those global readers its basically the township in local slang.Im going back to where the journey started for me on a cultural exchange in my own country,i just happened to be that coloured (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cape_Coloured) lightie that swayed to the dark side of town.So its me my locks and countless ahoy rastafari he he thats funny at times,i always happen to be ahead of african time finding myself constantly blocked by a pathway that seems to moving at a speed much slower than the speed of sound.

so as im walking i would get my sharp and rastafari signals of all forms thrown at me.I am proud to say im homegrown and no longer am i seen by the kids as that mlungu (white man)

Look ma they even posing for me now!So i dodged countless wreckless vehicles that we call taxis im aware of my surroundings im also aware crime rules society and there is hungry people out there so i grab my camera closer like im about to kiss her for the first time.First stop would be my boy Sebenzile who always receives me with the highest regard as if i was sent from God's palace with a message to rescue this community.This is the place we call Sebenzile's home i think the majority of the people in this community used the same building plan as the houses resemble each other

Along the way we meetup with another brother who escorted us on our journey we started talking politics,clean water and photos.

Speak about the devil and it rears its head,just a block away from our discussions we had our first contact with the devil,hmmm when politics rear those horns its just alot of deceit and lies and so we have learned from the past and the present.Im very passionate about Africa,for me it doesnt matter if the devil is black or white i will not allow my rights amended to wrongs to please a history or to be seen as a comrade.Africa has been screwed by Europe and by dictators.

And the beat goes on!A African sun thats blazing is not to friendly to a mlungu skin,i need some water

H2O equals life and if that H2O is not clean i dont know what would happen to us.Running into this two ladies gave me hope in realising God is out there and he is watching over us even when we think we lost the plot

so as time is running and my next appointment draws nearer i start unwinding and relax as i know my journey home would be another entry into my mental and appreciation for what i have,just remember what you have might be more then someone else

housing

security

water

food

Do you know

2008-12-11T20:57:00.000-08:00

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Bar mitzvah

2008-12-04T03:23:00.001-08:00

'How i am strong is to know what makes me weak,how i am found is to know just whom i seek!The gift of a blessing,the burden of a sin-Ben Harper

When our life rolls towards a decline and we reflect on that past we are often left wondering and seeking,its kinda funny on our inclines we just on a natural high and we seek to purge any unwanted hurdle.Life is a marathon run by fools with branded sneakers whose legs fail over time,yes i know overtime could mean more money.B.I.G said mo money mo problems after tax and a crumbling economy im asking myself if money is really the end of our problems?I was told not to long ago i got a twisted mind maybe you right maybe i do have a twisted mind afterall we living in a twistful world.Every battle has its glory and its consequence!I love talking to you and you and YOU,forgive me i cannot commit to you and you but only YOU!As i sit and articulate my wounds,lick lick a dogs lips are sealed with silicon that heals and mends holes in our cardiovascular.When my legs no longer carry i will reach for you.I want to be fearless like David i want to be placed in that lions den knowing my flesh might be torn apart but my soul and my spirit will never die!

State of emergency

2008-12-02T00:58:00.000-08:00

The precious blogposts almost like a daily tribunal into ones own life,who am i!sometimes your head speaks for you it infiltrates and creates a believe in you,but you realise when your heart is not speaking that your head has lied to you.Im walking with a fractured heart a password called jnacky and a soundtrack of Bjorks beautiful lyrics that only makes sense to moi.I woke up lifted my nose to the sky i saw endless clouds that leads to my destiny i saw a dark billow of blackened hair a hand as pale as mine stretched,calling calling my name!Im angry im scared the pain that numbed me no longer matters.I hate human behaviour i loathe the pain of missing that one person so badly im in a state of emergency.All that nobody sees you see inside of me.You dont have to speak i can feel every movement i can hear each tear that drops,every nerve that hurt.Im emotional and scared!

Myspace my very own space

2008-11-24T09:50:00.000-08:00

Relationships gets built and all sorts of messages transcribes across our local www waves daily.A couple of days ago i received a note from a lady i befriended a year ago over myspace,i find it amazing how music connects people and how through the words of the artist lives transforms.So with my initial contact with this lady she told me about her boyfriend that had a terminal illness,all that she wanted from me was to connect with him and share,there was no search for advertising or promoting just a simple exchange of words and thoughts.One week ago i wrote to her after months of silence,i received a reply

"heyyy dear Rushay..thank u for ur message....
Iam sorry for answering so late..

mhhh... my love Amir died on the 16 th of June..in the arms of his mom, while he was even holding my hand..and gave me his last beautiful smile, which I've ever seen..his eyes..his face.. was really shining so bride...the whole Family and my sister were with him... NO words can ever explain, what happend on his last way on the earth..guess he is at home now...He just had to leave the earth..but still being in the universe on a peaceful better place...he found his home.
And yesss for sure I miss sooo much..I pray for him..and I hope, that he is fine..sometimes he is visiting in my dreams..so special...I'm, so blessed that I got to know Amir in my life...he moved me so much..so many people too..this very though beautiful lovely soulful young man and even now he does. It was his body, which was sick..but not his Soul!!!
All my respect for Amir. I love him more & more...its still growing..I'm gonna see him again...if he wants. :)

Amir was a great musician too..I luv his beats and tunes..I'm going to publish his sound..phat drumm n base beatz..I'm telln u..It will take some time..but I really want to share his great Sound with the other people on this planet.

Now I need some time..time to grieve..time for myself...my focus of life has changed...
guess God even has a plan with me...
all I know and all I feel..is beeing alive..
in my darkest hours..and there were a lot..I'm telln u...I am still grateful for being on this beautiful planet...I gonna take this all..pains..luv. Amir has opend my heart more & more. Respect!

So my dear brother..guess I dont even need to tell u...
Keep enjoying ur wonderful life..every moment..and breaaaathe.

Rushay thank u for ur concern.
Much luv along ur way."

So yet again a beautiful soul leaves a heart that aches,im sitting,sifting through my life's diary.Memories rush through my brain and im caught up in a moment of reevaluating me,i am still alone in my brain.

"Nothing is worse than missing an opportunity that could have changed your life"

fwends

2008-11-15T04:03:00.000-08:00

hi bloggers,readers and all other living inhabitants i want to introduce my friend sarah a woman i can truly call a great friend,its very seldom you find people that you can truly dub a friend,her happy spirit is one that that got me truly attracted to the friendship on offer and how she just seems to enlighten and care about everybody.In a world where we so often reminded of our past and whats been done to us its in these friendships that i learn every mans action is a movement on his/her own and that i shouldnt judge anybody based on their race,culture or beliefs.So i tried to record her without knowing but Pamela just gave my game away.

The blind lead the blind

2008-11-13T03:49:00.001-08:00

Everyone of us harbour some form of hate,in the last year or so i have embarked on a year long journey of cleansing my outter and inner,it all becomes lost when i open the newspaper.My blog has become a journal to my thoughts if you can understand some of these words you would know half the man that RUSHAY is i have decided to capitalise my name for no longer will i put myself in any secondary position.NO that does not mean i am a dictator.Alot of my words have gained a serious undertone as i believe its just that point in not just my life but humanities life,you see i look outside of this box that i find myself in and i envision a better future not for me im a dying being and there is still a large rabbit colony to follow.I am no politician if you study politics you will see there has been corruption over hundreds of centuries,from liberator to dictator it all boils down to man becoming engulfed in his views and not allowing others to be open about their opinion.There is three levels of humanity those that set the rules and gain uncountable wealth then you have the middle order there is very few of them and they lead and direct the lowest people who seeks people to lead them.This has been the makeup of humanity and staying within the thoughts of that pattern is something i refuse to do.Im writing this blog alongside the music of the cranberries i want to write about NO NEED TO ARGUE! I am often driven through words and melody and working from that individuals words could be challanging as each of us carry our own set of values and princepals.This musical journey started as a kid seeking a set of values that does not represent a standard norm was the search of my case study,it blew over into politics topics of race and culture and it opened a whole new world to me.EVERYTHING AINT ALWAYS WHAT IT SEEMS! And sometimes the best way to learn is to fall to crawl and to climb mountains of ice,a sea of sand and a cloud of polluted air!So today im sitting thinking about kisses on my cheeks a blister on my foot and a hungry dog in Somalia.I know what i want to farm a plantation of artist that wont sell lies to these youth i want to recall Mary to rebirth hip hop i want to give every man a ipod to broadcast what i produce.My Father im down on my knees again i need a charger for my ipod a new pair of sneakers for these blistered feet and al visa that would give me entry to your youth across this world! Amen

Destruction

2008-11-10T01:40:00.001-08:00

Lies,deceit,murder,rape,hate,torture,money,sex,pornography,fraud,corruption,fume,hunt,
party,alcohol,prostitute,abuse,curse,imperialism,capitalism,whore,religion,tribe,gender,
music,politics,smoke,ego,prestige,steal,rage,war,bombs,missiles,aids,pirates,inflation,
black,white,lust,hijack,heist,robbery,gamble,addiction,fatherless,corpse,execution,foe,
knife,gun,grenade,

Getting jiggy with it!

2008-11-07T00:29:00.001-08:00

Breathe in breathe out inhale exhale just release release,my attitude is cold and callous i dont know if i should vote or pick up arms for a freedom thats eluding us.I just saw the star of David rise in the west and bombs falling in the east.What do we do in this time of crisis and joy.So this journey of mine changed path about two years ago with a vigerous attack on my body missiles and bombs attacking me from south and hitting me hardest from the north.As i stood aloof from my body i depended on my ambilical cord once more.So my decend back into my thorn body started about two months ago hovering above for awhile i finally got myself back in this space capsule.So i sat and i prepared myself for my ultimate purpose what will my purpose be who am i fighting for?Im watching the news enjoying the excitement of having a black man as the leader of the united states of america is great but i also realise that change cannot be implemented by Obama alone this world crisis needs to be fought by all of us muslims,jews,christians,hindus,blacks,whites,latinos every color,creed,nation whatever title you choose to give yourself you are a part of the solution.so i decided to transmit a path that does not sound uniform to what alot of my friends,family even media and politicians convey i believe a leader is someone thats not influenced by what his friendship circle preach he/she is somebody that chooses to do for humanity and the embetterment of a larger group or community that stretches across all borders.I am al quada im am the democrat im the national party i am the cold war i am hitler i am tutsi i am a aboriginal i am the queen i am mugabe i am noriega i am guantanamo bay,robben island i am i am vietnam im pale i am coarse hair i am asian i am black i am white i am muslim i am a republican i am a redneck i am the confederate flag i am a slave i am a slavemaster i am a dictator i am not a rapist i am a thief i am vlakplaas im a suicide bomber i am alcohol i am abuse i am drugs i am a african i am american i am HUMAN so let me be

Dont shoot me down

2008-10-28T10:33:00.000-07:00

How many times

Can a man watch the sun rise

Over his head

Without feeling free?

How many words

Will fail me in my negligence

To arrest, oh yes

This crazy part of me?

How many fools

Will I let unlock the door to my heart?

When I know that, I know that

They shouldn't have had the key

It's been so long

And the groove in my heart is nearly gone

Oh, my head's in the clouds

But I'm landing on my feet

Don't shoot me down

All I want to see is my black eyes turn back to brown

Cross that Rubicon

I think I really must-Jamiroquai

HMMMMMMMM please dont shoot me down i have decided to do away with the key i am strictly digital now baby punch ya code in if you open it then you know you had the key to my door.I quiver and shake from the cold never before was there frostbite on my toes in summer.Every track seems like a part of the soundtrack to my life yes i stake claim in it i OWN it i feel so connected with music so in love with the melody the words.So i got up this morning as per usual and stared at the east for the sun to rise but i was met with darkness so i turned my back and there she was in the west shining bright.So this was a weird scenario stuck in the summer with frostbite and the sun rising in the west i rubbed my eyes,poured out a little liquor and prayed to the sun for rain.My LP is sacred call it the bible,200 BPM

Life

2008-10-24T12:04:00.000-07:00

Respirando

2008-10-23T03:26:00.001-07:00

So you want to be a rock superstar!live large a big house,five cars? Im pushing the stress bubbles out of my neck eye focused on this small screen thoughts collaborated once again.The price of fame is very high and i have settled to become a net icon.The rand is on the verge of reaching that R12 mark which means many things,less e bay purchases holding onto whatever money i have longer and not believing in any sort of investment,can you believe the disaster that struck so many people, your money is gone poof into thin air.I hold what i have closest to me this sanity this beautifully crazy brain that stores so much information and authentic love letters thats unpublished.As i stare out of my eyes im lead by navigational lines that leads my way, the sountrack to my life right now is Cypress hill 'how i could just kill a man'.I feel like that kid again sitting at home breaking down lines not white lines but lines of thoughts.Muerte muerte! Doesnt matter where you find yourself whether its Hillside or East Los.Hip Hop is dead its MURDER! Im rewinding back in time paging my Source mag from back to front,im unwinding my tapes thats stuck in the deck and im hallucinating about that lost half a mic Outkast deserved.WHAT THe FFFF! Im inhaling licking my lips like that L dude am i something like a Phenomenon,could i knock her out cold like L's mum?I was rudely awoken by a bang a troop of tutsis that was on a war path i had to gasp for air BREATHE you will survive.Maybe i could seek asylum in that Staten island maybe i could ship them to Africa to that 36 chambers that we believed existed on that island maybe lady liberty aint a whore?Maybe we should all just hold our breath and breathe!

लिंकेदीन linkedin

2008-10-11T11:58:00.000-07:00

So im sitting typing away on ideas and thought's and again thought's of myself,my journey and what i see through these eyes!

I want to fathom change,im not talking change that just appears for those that is fortunate enough to type away,for those that wi fi and for those that's able to e bay,no i think that would be a very exclusive democracy.So as im walking and staring at these telephone lines i couldn't help but recognize how we all are connected,but through disconnection we have also become separate entities

So this little journey of mine all started through music,through my need to know more about YOU and through my need to digitize everybody i touched along this pathway.I know i have always been a weird kid that was intoxicated with dreams of music,education and change.So i decided to give this kid two mobiles,one for texting and one for calls.

It is amazing how he transmitted baby goo goo's and ga ga's into high tech encoded messages that could possibly birth new ideas from a new age individual.I solemnly believe that youth are the only ones that could recycle earth and it's state it finds itself in!so why would i want to give them tools that could corrupt,could taint innocent young minds?Who owns media,who decide what we read what we see? Why not let those communities and kids tell their own stories,let them tell us what they see.

Who got game?

2008-10-10T02:07:00.000-07:00

I never understood why i could never see a man cry until i see a man die,imagine peace on this earth when there is no grief,imagine grief on this earth when there's no peace-Scarface

No its not a Donald Goines sequence its just a classic scarface track,scrolling through my ipod i stumbled upon some old classics. Tracks that always seem to evoke thought of the then and now,the present and the past.People dont even own themselves or their thoughts.Who got game?

This is some serious times we living in.Are we ready for the real revolution? This is a call for all you sleeping souls,wake up! For you and i,no tomorrow is promised but i know i want to live in this present.My Umi says shine your light for the world to see,Umi my light got dimmed as the world is running out of natural gasses.I tried grenades and atomic bombs but they caused more destruction.So finally i rose up and realised im higher then the 3 feet de la made me believe i am,finally i woke up and realised i am hip hop i am the change that Mahatna quoted! I went to Robin island seeking my 27 years of jailtime but i was again brought to my senses that i have been a prisoner for 31 in this cast and the time has come for me to claw my way out!

Hanging on the end of a line

2008-10-03T02:20:00.000-07:00

'U came along when i needed a saviour,someone to pull me through,i been thorn apart so many times i been hurt so many times before! Here i am so dont leave me stranded on the end of the line hanging on the edge,so be careful and be kind!-Sade

Timeless music that seeps into ones heart into ones soul that makes ones heart elope from its place of storage thats how i would sum up Sade's music.You know when ones hope perishes to bring it back from that bottomless pit is one of the most daunting task cos one so often fear that past that could seem so dark.As im sitting orange juice in hand,ipod in my pocket and music draped around my ears i cant help but ackowledging this angel that was sent,yo Angel i was scared of you i wont lie but even a warrior needs to yield and acknowledge your presence cos you shone so bright it brought my blindsight back into hindsight.So the flowers rose as spring arose we spoke about pollination and procrastinate on the petals that these seeds would yield,no this is not a yield sign you may forward if you want to.I told you this is no shotgun to the head like saul does to his writings,this is my soul my ambition,my hopes and my dreams!

Koi San

2008-09-26T14:18:00.001-07:00

My roots my people,

30 degrees of seperation

2008-09-24T05:43:00.000-07:00

Being black is not a matter of pigmentation - being black is a reflection of a mental attitude-Steven Biko

While i soar to endless heights trying to reach the highest point of existence,staring down at these humans i cant help but see their flaws.I tried at some point throwing my hands in the air and worshiping some male god,the higher i placed my hands the more suppressed i became.Im reading a community paper "Bestiality the new 'deterrent' against aids" whats next? the north pole is melting,the finance world is in disarray and we just had a whole cabinet of the South African ministerial resign.I tried seeking answers and my mind was left baffled and fooled at the state of our world,baffled at the idiocy,baffled at the greed!

"Never and never again shall it be that this beautiful land will again experience the oppression by one over another"-Nelson Mandela

we have just made that speech a flaw made our efforts seem obsolete,political oppression is also a oppression,greed is a oppression,harsh words over one another is a oppression.

Gotta find a solution to this pollution,they think there money will heal everything,they cry towards the U.N for help,they speak monetary labels that i dont understand,democracy is just a useless word that breeds lice that devour and feed off the blood of those very voices that took them into power! You were once one of us!Even if they come after me for speaking a truth to those masses i will choose a WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE ransom over me.Open up your eyes and see YOU a part of this change or you a part of this problem.Do not wear a Steve Biko or Rushay Booysen t-shirt after we parted life i am not to be brandished as a hero as a problem solver i am here to awake that fighting spirit in you

1977 til infinity

A lethal Poke

2008-09-17T03:54:00.001-07:00

Well today's entry is themed after my Facebook status,which basically asked what is a poke or what is the specific objective behind Facebooks poke?Well my Oxford mini dictionary defines a poke as a jab or stick! Well i aint arguing with Oxford at all overall it obtained its degree a long time ago so its suppose to be smarter then me (picture me rolling my eyes) , back to the topic at hand.Well i received some answers most of them sexual and i thought let me give the breakdown of my analysis and usage of the poke! I have been a undergrad for awhile now studying the internet using it as a marketing and cultural tool way before the idea of web intergration even existed online,i started my internship self taught and breaking down how to use this vehicle to promote and gain interest in our arts was my main objective.I signed onto myspace in 2003 and i was in a whole new playing field millions of aspiring artist all seeking a refuge to promote and gain new fans,and let me not omit a vehicle for unsigned talent that never had the scope to get their music heard.I thought this was freaking amazing and i began leaving comments creating a brand that would be visible.I have always been pro African wanting to spread a understanding of my location and also crushing idiotic ideas that existed when Africa entered peoples thoughts.So as my friendship base grew on myspace i found it seamingly difficult to stay in touch with people and lost touch with many people on my list.Fast forward life a couple of years and Facebook was birthed it gave a new life to staying in touch with people,myspace became a haven for spammers you often found your account hacked and your 'wall' spammed with junk.So as the case is with every other business if it does not perform on the premises you take your stock and try and take your clientbase with you.I walled you on occasion but i do not want to flood you,so instead of writing a entry on your wall every occasion i would POKE you to say hey im still thinking about you and not passing any sexual advances.Well i guess thats just me with my clean thoughts,thats all for now folks keep on poking me!

Howdy Folks

2008-09-15T12:31:00.000-07:00

www.tokbox.com

Best before 24 january 2009

2008-09-15T01:58:00.001-07:00

My father whose been hiding in heaven hollow be my name when is thy kingdom coming?My knees still knocky and my legs still aching and im wondering if you would send me some tylenol for the pain?i opened up the newspaper and the headlines was a newsreel that flashes everyday past my 135mm lens i tried to zoom in but i couldnt find proper focus so requested a wideangled nikkor.Ask and it shall be given unto you,well i asked and im waiting for my fedex delivery i did send out a package in the week to be delivered in Boston, but it seems logistically you guys are not on point or the recipient did not approve of the content,so im writing you this letter requestin my content to be sent directly to heaven?I had a conversation with a alien and she told me she is a angel,is there any means for me to identify this inhabitant as a angel!i tried to bite her but she told me she vegetarian i offered her colliflower but she vomited spices.I decided to move back to my hut with a dog named bushwack and a well of good fortune that would possibly keep me fed until eternity,so as the case was with little red riding hood so came the big bad wolf trying to huff and puff down my hut not knowing i got dog named bushwack a 12 guage loaded with atomic bombs.As i sat contemplating death i got stung by a little bee that delivered a encoded sting.i whispered to this bee WHY DID YOU STING ME WHEN I WAS THE ONE THAT FED YOU HONEY!I started to run running over hills running over clouds i ran till i could no more,the poppyseed waned down and i was brought back to painful sanity,im still alone in this hut

Mein Kampf

2008-09-10T01:11:00.000-07:00

My mind is shaking like im suffering from alzheimer,hey blog its me again it seems i have drawn closer to you.It's me that guy that twitters,that guy that shoots photos and splatter it all over your ass.It seems i am trapped like Hitler in Mein Kampf,swazika tagged on my left ear, salutation above the sky and german beer swaggering me from left to right.I stare at you with the intensity of a death sentenced serial killer,sweat dripping in drabs leaving me drowning in a river!I am currently tracing the steps of humanity seeking answers to a warpath thats been led over centuries,i find the internet facinating how people have become much bolder placing the frustration and anger on a piece of 'paper',afterall everybody just became a journalist.So im sitting in on class tomorrow joining students in Canada on a discovery to online journalism and how journalism is being redefined,to think about it do we really need the Cnn's,the NBC's? Imagine if everybody in those concentration camps could twitter or blog their thoughts could it have changed the course that humanity was placed upon?could it have stopped Rwanda and Zimbabwe?Im just wondering man,so i been doing this online thing for like 12 years taking images and ideas and giving it to you im wondering now that the net is everybodies whore if my freedom to report or express my thoughts would become limited by any chance?

see through the eyes of the poor

2008-09-07T09:00:00.000-07:00

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See through the eyes of the poor!We only see what they want us to see we only be what they want us to be,another world is possible and we pledge to make it real-Saul Williams

You can use my blood as ink to write freedom messages on walls cos never before was freedom writers needed as NOW!As i sit waiting patiently for that past to die i realise i have to scale the cavity in my lungs to scream freedom for humanity.My head is hungover with thoughts and ideals of a none repressive world where harmony and peace would be the greatest Nobel winners.I often find myself in a repeated karma that oh so often degenerates my hope for equality of mankind.Lets resurrect truth and respect again its not about Obama or Zuma its about you and me,its about us standing up and saying NO.This is not a black and a white fight,this is not a jew and muslim fight,this is a fight for humanity PERIOD!

2008-09-06T12:57:00.001-07:00

Casualties of war

2008-09-03T09:23:00.000-07:00

"Every time a truck backfires I fire back
I look for shelter when a plane is over me
Remember Pearl Harbor? New York could be over, G
Kamikaze, strapped with bombs
No peace in the East, they want revenge for Saddam"

How prophetic was those words it was not uttered by a professor,neither a Dr,nor a President but a emcee,the golden age of hip hop when what we said still mattered.I feel like a casualty of war thats at war with my mind,after you have seen all these dead bodies you bound to be impacted by this savage act of violence that is leaving scores and scores of people decapitated from their thoughts!The world is at war with itself i just pulled together my platoon guns attached grenades on the side its another killing spree.Murder murder,kill,kill,kill the biggest brand ever promoted to hell with google or coke its murder muder,kill kill kill!

ANOTHER DEAD SOLDIER HELL NOT ME!

A collection of supressed thoughts

2008-09-02T10:57:00.000-07:00

Stringent border laws and sour faced officers

2008-08-28T03:45:00.000-07:00

My friend was so excited about the thought of going to the u.k and this morning she got her reply,denied why because they dont believe she will return to south africa nor that she would find a job as unemployment is to high!Its kinda funny if you think about how African people all across the continent are building rafts are scaling walls all in a effort to leave Africa.I do not harbour any hate towards white people is mean part of me is white after all,i have realised how much stake Europe still have in Africa and how especially white people in my country still benefit from this foundation that was laid in favor of them.No im not racist im not fighting a cause for a particular race but for humanity when will they realise if we dont make it nobody on this planet will.Everytime i need to travel there is stringent laws placed around me,dude i have eyes i can see how easy white people step in and out,im asking myself can i blame them for being the recipients of GOODWILL?A friend asked me awhile ago why did i not go study futher after high school,i dismayed answering her cos i did not want her thinking im a moaning African that has all these oppertunities in this so called new democracy.I ommited the fact that generations and rations of my forefathers had to sacrifice so much for the wellbeing of their families,i ommited the fact that my dad had to leave school in 8th grade not cos he didnt want to study but he had to go work for his younger brothers and sisters.So the trend goes from family to family we had to sacrifice education to be able to eat and there is just those days that i cant help but vent at this system that was built and exported to African colonies all around the continent.

Brief (letter)

2008-08-27T12:06:00.000-07:00

I just told someone i know nothing and she responded you know everything,its one of those nights where my mind is clouded with thoughts.This blog wont be worth the read if you dont play the tune as its sync d with my thoughts,the piano laiden track spreads through my temple and leaves my mind numb.Thoughts again ich suche meinen Verstand!My eyes blink at a pace of one sec/min the thoughts shoots down my spine and leaves my legs numb,the pain is unbearable i try to cry but im clouded with the thoughts of a warrior thats not suppose to cry not suppose to fear,Meinen verstand,bitte Gott! Ek gaan verlore word as jy nie my hand hou nie.Have you ever tried deciphering your mind,your heart,your purpose in this life,am i suppose to save these souls or save my soul?Well this morning i wrote this letter in my mental and everytime i try to ink it down the pen seems to fade and im left ink less,with only these thoughts only these qualms that besets my thoughts.I have been trying to ink these thoughts down since 1977 i almost lost these thoughts in 2008.Well its kinda crazy when you think about it your thoughts are actually a model of what one is building and when these thoughts become clouded it could cause great confusion to ones mental.So i call myself a blogger of some sort cos i transmit these thoughts from my mental to a electronic page,it becomes even more crazier when you realise the space you filling on this planet are all surrounded by thoughts and transmissions.

"What is life but the angle of vision? A man is measured by the angle at which he looks at objects. What is life but what a man is thinking of all day? This is his fate and his employer. Knowing is the measure of the man. By how much we know, so we are."
Ralph Waldo Emerson

Live in Audio ( music as therapy)

2008-08-26T10:04:00.000-07:00

This continues my discussion with Professor Wacks

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Dont cry dry those tears

2008-08-24T02:48:00.001-07:00

wipe off those tears kiddo, originally uploaded by Rushay.

Netucation

2008-08-23T00:50:00.000-07:00

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Audio is still great after all we see,we hear and we learn=the internet

At a young age i learned my voice doesn't mean anything cos i didn't speak like everybody else and i just kept silent but as i grew into a person of my own i realized my voice means a lot more than the value placed on it.I just thought I'd share this audio with you,MEN need to stand up and be MEN.I am taking over King Solomon's throne and inheriting all his wisdom.So often wealth is placed on physical items a wealth that could lose all of its value in a instance,where as wisdom will always leave you one step ahead of ya competitor.My childhood years actually im still young but for the sake of not referring back into those dinosaur days i will talk about my current age frame and taking a peek back into time,back to the topic.Well i really looked at the options i had as a kid educationally and what we were exposed to and let me be honest the options there was not many,thats why i regard the internet as a important vehicle for kids in school for kids in third world countries.Lets stop this Myspace fame seeking and mission to learn and educate

signing off yours truly

RS Booysen

A bloggers sphere

2008-08-22T02:38:00.001-07:00

I was reading blogs last night and i find it amazing how news are being shared and individual situations given new light through self published publications.A friend of mine had a fit after reading yesterdays headlines,a white teenage boy killed fellow student with sword and what upset her is the fact that only certain news would make headlines and how media are still manipulating and in a sense rasict with their publications.Well to be frank and honest the race issues bore me totally and i like to see individuals for what they worth and not judge people based on a group or class although in the same vein i have to acknowledge that rasicm is still alive.What makes blogs so succesful and why are evrybody running to publish one these days?I think its really exciting when you look at the oppertunities that exist and how computer related studies are on everybodies lips,i never positioned myself in the technical aspect of the net and i always wondered if there is any oppertunities for a person like me that cant store those html codes etc and yes there is.There is still a huge challenge for the South African internet community and getting the poorer communities are vital not just for south african communities but for all the poor communities of the world.1995 56k was still the word and i was amazed at the speed my 'letters' got delivered instead of 3 weeks it was mowed down to a sec i was completely amazed,i clicked clicked,copied and paste and perused millions of text that gave me so much information.Information that was key in lifes study and i embarked to conquer and learn more and also educate i believe this is the greatest institution ever and thats why i believe every poor community should receive the same information.Neil armstrong was the first man on the moon and that was a exodus for mankind,the US army was the first users of the internet in its modern state and Alexander Bell invited the telephone all amazing achievements if you think about it,now think about a blog and its power!

I have placed my thoughts in a jar and sealed it with sillicon

2008-08-21T04:08:00.001-07:00

Well i so often find myself inbetween this notion of fiction and reality,love and hate and a quest to take who i am and place its soul on the highest plateau.I am after all just who i am and who i make myself! I've got the Kodak memory and so often i glance back into my past and see my future as i placed it,im going much higher then i ever imagined,what i find desturbing is that value is placed on what you have and we constantly seek to impose VALUE as we deem it according to the stock exchange.Im throwing rosery at my feet in worship of myself no im not catholic, im part catholic part protestant,with a touch of jew and a arabic flavour.Well i am wondering and im trying to make sense of all of this its inflation its transformation,its hungry mouths and copper stealing citizens that make up this land i still wonder!My papa was no rolling stone and i had to thank him for that,these days it seems the bulk of these penis carrying aliens are all rolling stones dissapearing into the night as the sun glares and gazes at all werewolfed people,that is freaking scary yo.What will our society become?Usually there is alot of things on my mind and i wonder how can i change this world,im taking it one step at a time i have gained back my strength and i can once again bring down those pillars of destruction.I almost decided to end this post but i realised the world needs it i will not sugar coat nor place any value on my thought as its not just a thought,but a thought that could be actioned upon.Well let me run its 1pm and im suppose to fill my hunger with fuel and a lighter.

PE artist arise

2008-08-14T22:35:00.000-07:00

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Bpm and therapy in one session

2008-08-14T03:19:00.001-07:00

Instinctively walking the path to rhythmic drum woven beats thats been manipulated digitally and fed to hungry Africans over decades have left us malnutritioned.I have given this so much thought,how music feeds a world thats hungry not just to move the body but also to feed and sustain the soul.I am a protocol of this education method that was unknowingly passed onto generations and generations of people.Remember when Bob Marley was in South Africa that was the power of music and whoever saw the message as a threat knew the power to feed the hidden brain that was able to digest and give it much more thought than ones first brain.So the tempo has upped and the larger concentration of music these days are fuelled by its rhythm with less of a concentration of words,hmmm i wonder (In my thick African accent) Each generation goes through different phases and at some point the words 'this will never compare to the good old days' comes to life through some adults mouth,yes that might be true but i also believe we are responsible for the history we pass down to the next generation.Just the other day i had a discussion with a proffesor from a university in America (let me capitalize that we all know americans loves media) no pun intended! We will touch on that comment in another post.Back to the topic the lady practises music therapy and i found it really facinating that its acknowledged that music is therapuetic and that its role in society is so valueble.

Democracy in Africa

2008-08-11T13:24:00.001-07:00

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Well i had to give my brief synopsis on the "democracy in Dakar" i got the dvd i met the creator a very humble dude who i linked with via the internet a couple of years ago.Its always good to meet people especially if they share the same vision as you.Hip hop,Africa,politics and guns the usual i was actually very bemused when i thought about all these QB rappers talking about their guns and how brutal they are im SCARED! Well homey this is Africa this is my home and this is also a reality that millions of Africans had to endure while some boast and brag some feel pain and some endure heartless torment.Im quite a deep thinker and also mostly silent i absorb what i see and how i see might differ from what you thought i thought.The word democracy is swaggering around the air like a drunk woman,loose lips wide hips she is African to the bone.This documented feature film does a good job at exposing some of the issues thats at the heart of most Senegalese citizens dammit man let me rephrase that,at the heart of most African citizens.I feel African people faces so much dictatorship first we endured being enslaved and shipped fresh out of the oven,and now we mostly endure torment from people thats suppose to represent the nation people that have bought into globalization and ideals that represent western stake into our lives.If you want to see a documentary thats worthwhile definitely check out Democracy in Dakar.I hope that somehow our liberation would come from within our thoughts so that we may delete this obsolete past that haunts us,so that we may move forward and obtain true democracy that does not devide or conquer our lives or our values

Freedom of speech

2008-08-01T11:58:00.001-07:00

Scary, originally uploaded by Rushay.

Upon browsing of my daily reuters news i came across this bit of information,i was met with the NEWS that our information is now considered not our property upon entry to the US.Well as scary as it seems its a reality our freedom of speech is slowly being taken away from us.i might sound like a paranoid android pumping drum and bass out of his mind well people i might be a madman in the making but this is a reality that many people seem to step over.Sometimes i wonder if i am the only one that sees whats happening out there?Our youth are fed with alcohol our lives seems more controversial than Days of our lives,makes me wonder!

Web Diplomacy

2008-07-29T02:55:00.001-07:00

The idea of cultural integration is something that surfaced in my existance since i was a very very young kid and becoming satisfied with just knowing my surrounding was not part of my livelihood.Do not ask me why,i had no t.v rolemodels besides BA Baracus and his A team.Well when did i actually obtain this web diplomacy and what do you need to obtain such freedom? Countless discussions with fellow web users have given me a better understanding of this vehicle beyond the understanding of its creators.There are millions of websites millions of ideas and only so much time to actually browse them all.The usage of the internet consist of differant levels for me from basic chats to research to education,so upon understanding it better it gave me a direction as to where i would love to lead enquisitive young minds and old timers.Social mediums are the order of the day and hey they great networking tools and can do so much for us.How do i challange media and its control of our society?Firstly the formation and operation of media is very controlled like a mafia operation so the majority of government holders normally have huge stake into media and what they allow the masses to be fed.The World wide web is just that globally connected web so your thoughts are no longer just limited to that areas you reside in but placed in a parralel publication thats still free for this moment i should say.Now you might wonder why i said for this moment,well lets look at the web from ten years ago and lets look at it now.There is a huge fight for search engines there is a huge fight for advertising,so ultimately he that is in control of the biggest chunk of it controls the majority of what the people want.It just continues that top to bottom simmer down approach that society was built upon.So i asked myself what is it you want to become on this medium?I still havent fully answered myself but i know i want to be part of the solution that opens up that level for all people and offer solutions to people that never knew about web diplomacy!

i speaketh

2008-07-25T11:43:00.000-07:00

What a strange love affair its been.I speaketh so loud can you hear my voice,wait wait imma speak softer my voice have become too loud.I have done a reflection on my life the past 12 years,yeah yeah its been more or less 12 years since i started my journey on becoming this black geek that lifts his voice via a medium that is so explosive it leaves the Taliban looking like ants from the sky!Humanity since its creation seeked means to communicate from the San leaving drawings in caves to the red Indian ( i do not know what name is accepted and no i wont google it today)leaving smoke billows,in that love making season.56 k the wait was long for the needed information and there was no audio nor video,the core of our information existed out of text and images.They say seeing is believing right right?One of the first sites i laundered on was Blackplanet.com,being a African in Africa i was deeply interested in learning more about my destitute family that was spread out across the world.I did not find what i really wanted to but what i got was a network to reach people that was interested in life in my country.So there it started,information is key and i wanted to be at the forefront of this new age war.I forgot to leave out in this introduction that my first love is music being able to learn through music was key to my daily education system,i wanted to know more and school didn't give me all.2003 Fear of a black planet was still the soundtrack to my life i started measuring myself and what i knew about my existence about the realities around me and how Africa was perceived by those outside of Africa.Click click,submit submit i got a hit,my mind was not so strange after all,a professor at Stanford university took interest in my mind and she wanted me to share this beautiful mind with those intellectuals at Stanford University.What is important for you to remember is this is your thoughts that's being laid down on electronic paper,now if you take your thoughts serious you would know how powerful it is and how it can change the world in all of its capacity.My daily life soon started with this love affair i would boot her and stroke her keys with my fingers she would relay black with a glow in her face,she had all the colors and she represented that rainbow nation that Nelson Mandela envisioned.Just remember while you screaming with your vocals around your block im speaking to the whole world and they want to hear this silent voice,so never limit yourself,allow your thoughts to resonate and colonialise the world,we are part of a bigger global society from cave drawing to mummified bodies,from Bill Gates to Assata Shakur we will voice ourselves!

Prophetic Rhymes

2008-07-22T11:59:00.000-07:00

"If even i bleed i wont fall i got this need to succeed,dont want no help.Im watching ignorance feed on these seeds on this streets,see my aim is to do more then just speak on these beats.Im ignoring your performance cause your thesis is weak!"-Mr Devious

Some Harsh lyrics and if analysed closely you can feel the pain,the anger,the anguish and the motivation to do for self.I come from that school of hip hop where we were forced to take note of the issues around us.Its Tuesday 9:15 pm music blasting out of my system,lyrics cutting deeper then Chris Barnard im wondering hmmmmm.At times i find hip hop artist very contradicting and its this contradiction that made me very selective of what i listen to,and also how i understand what is being given to me.Our minds are so powerful and how we read and perceive things could be destructive to our society.I have placed the Mr Devious track on repeat several times cos there is such a strong bond with the lyrics,as a South African i can relate to what he is saying.

"We all broke there is no hope we left without no options,i stay strong although i hate what i see the joblessness increasing"

That right there is scary cos that right there is truth i like to see truth from a global perspective and see how these issues affect society around the world,more especially people that happen to find themselves in the rat race for survival.Talking about survival the working middle class of this world society have just entered into this rat race and survival is becoming like Organized Konfusion-Stress the extinction agenda!Mcees use to be very prophetic as they are in tune with the happenings around them,lately commercialism and a false search for fame tainted our vision the Cazal shades got replaced by Gucci who made us see life Italian

mikko interview

2008-07-19T18:42:00.000-07:00

interview with mik