Reflections from Pulpits, Platforms, Parliametary Podiums and Pedestals

The 1st Part

The world is a funny place, a wicked one too sometimes , as well as a deeply loving and fulfilling experience... Depending on time and space.

From Pulpits we hear a lot... A lot of inspiration and motivation as well as condemnation and hatred based on fear. Prejudice too... Things about purgatory and pedophilia as well as real moments of divine presence and works... From the Pulpits we hear bo Omotoso condemning while up/lifting the skirts of women church folk in order to rape.

At the pulpit we hear marriage vows and witness babies being baptized... We also hear eulogies and bid farewell to the dead. At Pulpits altar boys sometimes sing in angelic voices, called and gifted by God, only for those who are declared the mouthpiece of gods to treat these children, the ones we should strife to be like according to the Christ, only for those to treat these innocents as their cum crucible. 

Not too different from how Africa is becoming, and in many ways has become, China's cum crucible. 

The pulpit is also the place where the Writer James Baldwin, a Queer son of a pastor, found and lost himself... The pulpit, may bring you close to the God while removing and condemning you to not be worthy of that very same Love Unconditional, Agape, which is God.

What about Platforms? 

From platforms we catch trains, that's in the literal sense of platforms... But from the other Platforms we are given or create we hear confusions, declarations as well as hope at times. We hear passions... Visions and motivations and often we are truly inspired... We also hear and see hypocrites with their hypocricies and men, it's often men on these platforms, wearing shoes that are too big for their small minds... 

Shoes that were purchased to fit their over bloated sense of self and ego. From platforms we see the best and worst of what this world has to offer when it comes to (Hu) mankind... The metaphorically blind and deaf and mute... Pontificating... Talking in a language even they don't understand... Not in tongues, that belongs on Pulpits akere.

From Parliametary Podiums?

Yhu. That's a difficult one.

Let me go sleep and ask those who dwell in the world of dreams to assists with this one... Selah.

The 2nd Part

God can be so rough and sadistic... Yhu!

It rips me from days of comforting slumber, this God energy... And insists I finish this piece by 7am... As promised. It's now 5:55am... And so we take over where we left off and continue this rough ride to rip the truth from our very veins and attempt, in written words, to bring it to light and life...

What about Parliametary Podiums again?

Well... Re utlwa masepa fela most times really. 

I'm tired of being polite. 

People take up Podiums or are given Podiums and do weird shit like speak while they are in fact saying nothing. It's strange to watch a human puppet.. A prime example is our current president Buffalo... A proper puppet with an entire machinery of quite gifted and genuine people around him... To 'make him look good' ... As if concomitant action could ever look good... Restless among the oft' spoken about peace that's hardly realized are the souls of the murdered Marikana Lonmin mine workers... In which Cyril has shares... And I suppose the man was just doing what Capitalists do... Putting profits above people. 

Restless too among the many restless are those of the Lily mine workers left underground as their class and race does not deem them worthy to extract from the container that their bones just cannot rest in.

Let's leave parliamentary Podiums, they make me angry.  That's why I threw a placard at the lot as all they ever do is talk left and walk right. 

I'm a GOOD member, but in terms of the circus parliament I support the disruptive actions of the EFF... It's a circus mos? EFF exposes the performative so called honorable institution called parly. In this space, galleries are performed to... Yes even as EFF performs, it does so to mock and expose puppets in parliament with performative power that they do not dare utilize except under the commands of their true (puppet) masters. We see you.

Now into Pedestals... 

Well pedestals are tricky. Pedestals are places which people are lifted onto, by other people, who at any point in time can be removed from by those very same people.

Pedestals are tricky af beloveds

They are metaphorical shoulders... Shoulders of people... Dead and alive. They are scary, these pedestals. Everything on a pedestal is larger than life! The microphone on pedestals is massive. MASSIVE beloveds! The pedestal microphone amplifies the voice a 1000 times over. From a pedestal even a house cat can seem and sound like a roaring lion. Pedestals? They are tricky... Because sometimes, once in a while, 'the right people' assume these pedestals and indeed, make a difference. But be weary of pedestals beloveds, they are built slowly and destroyed quickly... If you can, avoid pedestals.

To conclude...

We live in interesting times, times full of hope... Both empty and real hope. Times full of lies, so many lies and times filled with illuminating pockets of truth. Perhaps the most wonderful and intriguing quality of our times is how much finer we have become in our intuitive response to outside stimuli... For example the manufactured and attempted 'World War 3' created by Trumpism supported by the Right wing as AmeriKKKa continues its thievery by fire by force over oil wherever it sniffs it on this earth, particularly in The Middle East. 

We are much more able now, I believe as I witness, we are much more able to differentiate the weeds from the plants.. Truth from lies... We may choose as humans often do... To make ourselves happy by believing lies in spite of and despite our more awakened 6th and even 7th senses... Akere they say ignorance is bliss? And sometimes they've got a point shem... The need to put on oorklappies and just go with the flow don't say too much say the right thing and don't step on toes... The 3 see say hear nothing monkeys...

There may not be one particular point to this reflection... In fact they may not be a point at all... But there will certainly be a seed planted somewhere, a thought birthed and a mind inspired and I pray a soul awakened and a heart made braver... Eyes opened to see more and spirit stirred towards all that is left unsaid between the spaces, but heard in the solar plexus.

Thank you for reading, feedback always welcome.

And a special thanks to 1 of my favorite artists Ndikhumbule Ngqinambi for permission to use images of his extraordinary paintings in this piece. May we rise, somehow, someday... Someday soon beloveds. 

1 Love, 
Reamogetse 'Jacqui The Poet' Dichabe.