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Is there time to do anything on this planet? Is there time to breathe? Is there time to live? There is time to take But is there time to give Is time even supposed to be here I can’t bear being here I’m everywhere but here With sheer here fear I can’t dare take my own share of here Is there anywhere I can go here Can you hear me Is there time to do anything on this planet I just wrote But is there time to quote Is there time to hope? That we can live and elope to where our minds wanna go Is there time for anything on this planet Are all our thoughts just subjected to forces of the market ? I feel like a packet, packed and waiting to be delivered At the dream factory Is there time to do anything on this planet Is there anything to do on this earth  Bongani Spoogy Masombuka 2015

Township diaries [Weekend Clarion] The clarion of the big speakers. The call of the dancing sound. This is the most distracting thing in the entire township, you hear the sound of the big speakers as soon as you wake up. Sometimes it wakes you. Now I have been born and bred here and I always miss the sound of Saturday, the peak of the weekend every time I am out of town. It is a very distinctive feeling, the most exciting feeling of all. And the most astounding thing is that you never know the source of the sound thereof.   It just rings in your ear every morning and it does not matter the weather. Even Eskom’s periodic load shedding can’t quieten the clarion of the weekend. Another thing that you have to know about this sound is that it does not always come from taverns, bars or places of merriment for many of us in the township. This is the sound that invites the weekend to us. It could be a wedding or party taking place or it could be a street bash at a car was...