Venda Lashu

Vhavenda ndi lushaka lwa vhutali na ndivho, fhedzi ra lavhelesa fhano Afurika Tshipembe kha zwithu zwinzhi zwine zwa itea zwa dovha hafhu zwa vhonala lifhasi nga vhuphara, a ri vhonali. Kale ndi kha di vha mutuku ho vha hu tshi ri kha thelevishini ha ambiwa nga Tshivenda nda mangala khathihi na u takala, ngauri ndo vha ndi sa lavheleli zwithu zwo raloho. Namusi a hu a thu vha na zwinzhi zwo shandukaho. Izwi ndi mulandu wa nnyi? Ndi rine vhane ri sa yi phanda kana ndi vhahulwane vha shango naa? Nga u vhona hanga, ahuna tshine tsha nga ri kundisa ngauri zwothe zwine zwa todea uri ri vhe phangami ri nazwo, tshelede, zwiko, vhukoni na zwinwe zwinzhi. A ri li suki!!!

Ouch (Am out on bail)

As promised, please find one of my "Writings".

Am out on bail
But if I get a chance, will probably do it again
Out on bail
One wrong step dude’s goin back to jail


Crawlin under this thin blanket
Know my enemies are frustrated cos of this joy they feelin
I browse thru my stolen phone to see if I still got friends out there
Didn’t wanna let you know
Scared it’ll bring this stress to our unborn baby
But turns out you showed no care but deep down it was confusion
Pain of knowin the one you chose has chosen other ways
Will I ever grow up and be the man you want me to be
Stop pleasing only my boys every weekend
Spend some quality time with you, just us
Make love to you until the sunrise
But no, I make love to them green bottles
Spendin all our hard-earned cash on whores
While you can’t even sleep, thinkin where this kaffir at?
My love, I’m sleepin in this cell with no tear in my eye
Was told to be scared but I’m not
It feels like home except there’s no mama
It feels like church cos everybody’s always prayin
Mine’s a silent one tellin The Lord I’m still His son
You are the only one whose will I can trust
There’s no need to be more afraid, you already in
Am gonna brag to my homies that I slept at John Vorster
Because of weed I smoked long time ago, rebel

Exchanging messages with a homie
My only fear is getting caught for using this toy
Prayin the battery doesn’t die on me
Singin praises to The Most High
Believing if I sing louder these walls will bow down to me
The chains will break loose and will walk a free man
I fell asleep without realizing, being high
Goin to bed we were two, me & the china boy
Wakin up the company had grown, we were Original Venda Hustlers
With my mind failin to choose between friends and foes
I never trust these fake bitches
Full of pretences, wanna see me fail
But they forgot I’m only a messenger
This’ not my world
I was just put here
To make you angrier than you were at birth
Make you suffer mentally to make you physically weak
I see you; you just don’t see it yet
I’ll never creep on you, to me you’re nothing
I roll with the big boys who play not with toys
I’m not a prisoner I’m just fulfilling a page
Tomorrow I’ll be buying you a dozen
We drink again, maybe get caught again

MY BLOCK(G)

First of all, thanks for finding time to read this. Really appreciated. My name is Lufuno Munzhelele, a dreamer who still has a long way to go awake. Everyday it feels like de javu because most of the events that are taking place in my life now have already occured in my dreams. Like falling in love with my dream girl, getting a job at my dream firm, having my own band etc. Well according to my dreams, more is still to come, travelling around the world, meeting different people, being loved by many and hated by less.

Well, as quite as I am (everywhere i go i'm always being reminded that), for me the most effective way of communication is writing. So, throughout our journey I'll post some of my writings. The reason I call them writings is because I don't have a perfect class which I can say they belong to, whether poetry or songs, I really don't know. I'll bite my pride and accept all forms of criticism on my writings, ussually I wouldn't do this.

I hope and pray that we all benefit from this blog through sharing information, ideas and a whole lot of other things which we need in order to survive and live this life. I love music, all kinds and sorts, as long as when it plays, I feel no pain. I am proudly Venda. I love Venda(language, culture, land etc.) like crazy and throughout the years I feel like we, as Vendas, have been neglected by South Africa and its government( being political, unlike me). I believe that we have so much to offer this world and it may be a case of everyone (Vendas & non-Vendas) being ignorant. Let me stop here, we'll get to this sometime.

All in all, I'm so happy to have this blog where different people of different races, cultures, villages, townships and surburbs and all can interact, learn, grow, share and enjoy. This is not my blog, it is the people's.

Kha dzi swee!