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Each Generation Leaves Its Own Imprints On The Definition Of Art.The Fate Of Ours Lies On Our Imagination And How We Present It.Art Does Not Only Serve As The Key To Immortality,It Is Also The Mouthpiece Of A Generation And A Vessel Through Which Culture Is Passed On To Posterity..It Is Only After Studying This Phenomena That You Can Agree With Me When I Say That Some People Live To Be The Testament That Indeed Our Bodies Are The Temple Of GOD Whose Presence Is Manifested Through Our Ability To Create  And Instill A Sense Of Purpose On Those Around Us.I,The One Who Got Art At Heart Was Given The Opportunity To Explore The Mastermind Of A Revolutionary Dancer Bogadi Tatyana Makuku,Who Is The Epitome Of What An Avant Gardist Is. Q;For Those Who Are Keen To Know About You Besides Your Movement Can You Please Introduce Yourself By Making A Quick Synopsis Of Who You Are And Where You Hail From? A;My Name Is Bogadi Tatyana Makuku,Although I Grew Up In A Lot Of Places Im From Mahalap...

#Pieoneers  Written by Bame Hadasha Looking at her laid there peacefully Got tears streaming down my cheeks I took another look at her but this time carefully Remembering how she fought the good fight A journey of radiotherapy cut short by a mastectomy Despite being a slave to all these tumours.. Having to shave her head bald and put up with all the rumours She bravely fought the immortal cells for years And yes, the first time I discovered that these carcinogens took residence in her bloodstream My heart pounded with fear and nothing seemed clear Realizing that her time was near Got me overwhelmed with resignation and resentment The feeling got me numb, nerve impairment I hope you understand why I get a sore sight When these lads ignite a cigarette and act like it’s so right Watching as their innocence get corrupted When they whistle out the smoke out of their fragile lips Living cadavers that have death at their finger tips Subco...

PC: PavillionMedia #Pieoneers Warzone 8 – Quadros (Main Event - Title Match) 09 September 2017 @MainWash (Gaborone) (Lyrics extracted from 'ThirtySix Chambers' break down video on Facebook, written by both Quaint and L) Quaint – The Faceless Artist (Round 1) His battle with Chro finally dropped So you actually been to South Africa, Wow! You International rap star you! With your world conquering hot schemes Bro, so you're globetrotting in Jozi When Blain went all the way to... Wait that's a sore topic I'm sorry So it's L versus Quaint, well let's settle the difference! The energy that I channel is different The true identity of who I'm meant to be would baffle a Christian And the proof record of my true methods is in a Vatican vault as a threat to the catholic system But your performance? On and off, I guess the champ is a flip switch I came to push this kid off the top like a...

In This Age It Has Become A Norm To Quickly Point Fingers At The Government Whenever A Certain Sector Is Mediocre. Most Of What We Do Was Inherited From Our Predecessors,Only The Methodologies And Ideologies Got Reinvented To Suit Today's World Setup.It Is Evident That Our Hunger For Greatness Which Navigates Us To Tap On Our Infinite Potential Is Dead.We Have Substituted The Quest For Greatness With Taking Snapshots Of Celebs Awkward Moments To Make A Meme Out Of It.Millenials No Longer Care About Transcending Limitations To Craft Things Which Will Etch Our Generation In The History Journals. (OK Enough With Politics). Four Years Ago When Big Sean's "Control" Revived The Competitive Urge Of MC's All Across The Globe, Who Could Have Thought That A Motswana Mans Brain Cells Could Simultaneously Fuse Together And Spark An Interest In The Less Appreciated Artform Of Battle Rap.Ever Since Then A Lot Has Changed (Except The President's Hair). It Only Took A Man...

My heart beat. The Fibonacci sequence that completes my Golden equation. Love is the pattern that resonated, when my thought sinks deep, as I ink down this 26 alphabets scrabble in different patterns just to show my appreciation for you. My existence will be meaningless without you, like a complex equation without an equal sign. You're my light bearers that shine beyond the infinite stars. You're the fountain of knowledge I suckled from, the golden spoon that fed me. You're an oasis, beyond the mirage. My anchor that I cling to through the typhoons and Stormy gales . You're the veins that flow with kindness, and limitless altruism. You gave me wisdom that is light years ahead my time. Now I am a wordsmith, word artist I encrypted this picture into words. You will remain till the realms of time. This is not a word play, it’s an infinite love affection in display. These words...

Einstein; One Of The Most Creative-Thought Minds To Have Ever Graced Us By Breathing The Same Oxygen We Do Now (Though In Modern Days Tainted). We Have The Theory Of Relativity To Substantiate His Otherwise, Not For Rhetorical Approach, Unquestionable Genius. Then We Have Maya Angelou Poet Laureate To Practically Anybody And Everybody With An Ear Or An Eye Or Even With None Of Either. Attested By Thousands And Thousands Of Souls Living As Free Minded Poets Of Being After Inspiration From The Angel Masquerading In Human Flesh. Great Thing Is, We Have Many More Individuals Intrinsic To This Group Of High Calibre Minds; Newton, Ramanujan, Sun Tzu, Shaka Zulu And To Some; Bobby Fischer. Yes! I Said Bobby Fischer. Perhaps The Best, If Not Only The Most Famous, Chess Player To Have Ever Lived. Surely You Will Agree With Me That Chess Is A Battle Of Wits And Superior Mental Strategy Capabilities So For Sure Bobby Fischer Belongs To The List. I Have Full Confidence In the Fact That Mil...

I was the brain and you were the retina And slowly there was lack of communication A glaucoma type of situation The vision of how I pictured my future with you became blur With memories replayed with the intention to stir my emotions Sweet melodies replaced with "sweet" nothings Mental breakdown "devotions" Depression built in and I suddenly escalated up the emotional stair case Where pain was silently creeping in at an unusual pace And you came to eliminate my last hope of love Like a Grim Reaper you ripped me off my soul As you left holes in my spirit  Was in a coma as my heart internally bleed dripping "floods" That my eyes couldn't withstand My condition was like a mere problem of "surds" to minors, no one could understand Even psychics couldn't pull the "right" cards on it Worst bandit... Was looking for a bandage in the wrong direction because my sidekick "left" me.. Left me ...