The controversy of A WOMAN (Poem)

A woman.
Born to lead the world but settled for a second place.
Born to birth children; nurture and teach them.
But settled to share the responsibility with a man.
Born to teach a man how to behave.
But settled to be taught by a man on how to behave.
Born powerful, resilient, and strategic.
But allowed a man to control her train of thought, and her emotions.
Born a natural communicator.
But allowed a man to silence her.

Today the most dangerous and weakest woman in the world
is the one who has powerful and leadership roles,
yet chooses to behave like a man.

The rights of the Child

Geneva Declaration: 1924, Supp.21(43)

The Geneva Declaration is part of many beautiful laws or suggestions that are ideal for the maximum protection of our children. I just wanted to share with you all these 4 points.

(1) The child must be given the means requisite for its normal development, both materially and spiritually;

(2) The child that is hungry must be fed; the child that is sick must be nursed; the child that is backward must be helped; the delinquent child must be reclaimed; and the orphan and the waif must be sheltered and succored;

(3) The child must be the first to receive relief in times of distress;

(4) The child must be put in a position to earn a livelihood, and must be protected against every form of exploitation…


(Note: I took this picture of my daughter’s stroller in Malta. 😍)

Self-chained Generation (Poem)

We write messages that brains refuse to read.
We create real pictures that eyes refuse to see.
We speak from silenced lips.
Because in empty spaces, we seek.

Our limbs are running numb.
We’re running to seek the truth in hidden lies.
In darkness, we’re intertwined with blanks.
Because what is is not for our lamps.

Many times we are voiceless.
Our words fall on deaf ears.
We also choke on our words.
Because we’re crying from the top of the world.

But the heartbeat remains much louder.
We’re marching and performing for one soldier.
Fear has crippled us, it’s bolder.
Fear has dribbled us, it’s older.

Poem by Mitta Xinindlu
Image: Mitta Xinindlu


They say that:
For every action, there is a reaction.
For every positive, there is a negative.
For every right, there is a wrong.
For every good, there is evil.

But they don’t tell us that sometimes:
The action was towards the self, not the reactors.
The positive was for uplifting the self, not a challenge to others.
The right was for the liberation of the soul, not a call to critics.
The good was for the best, not a call for ten times the evil.

They also don’t tell us that sometimes:
The reaction was misled.
The negative was uncalled for.
The wrong was towards the wrong person.
And most of all, the evil was in a 360° direction.


We stood in the queues,
in line, waiting.
Some of us stood for something,
while some stood for nothing.
Some of us stood voluntarily,
while some were forced,
because their hopes to full life were destroyed.
But we all stood in the queues, 
in line, waiting.

We stood in the queues,
in line, waiting.
Some of us stood to vote because it’s our right,
while some stood because their rights were taken away.
Some of us stood to clear the names of the innocent,
from the chains of the injustices;
while some stood to register the names of the innocent
in the books of the injustices.
But we all stood in the queues,
in line, waiting. 

We stood in the queues,
in line, waiting.
Some of us stood to throw away resources,
which we no-longer needed in our causes;
while some stood to collect handouts,
and trash to live off in the outskirts.
Some of us stood to enter entertainment areas,
while some stood to enter hospitals,
which carried, in thousands, the beds of their deaths.
But we all stood in the queues,
in line, waiting. 
We all stood in the queues,
in line, waiting. 

Pray for South Africa

#PrayforSouthAfrica #SouthAfricaIsBurning

Oh! South Africa, I love you. And I’m sad to see you like this. We are seeing the same pattern. Both from the perpetrators and the victims. Unfortunately, It will continue to be like this, until either party breaks the cycle.

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1. Now, how does one break a cycle from an abusive relationship?

The judicial and the most effective way to break the cycle in a political relationship is through the Voting System. South Africa will be having its elections in 2024. All eyes will be on it. Those who are content with the current state will vote for the same or similar leaders. And those who want change — a new direction — will vote for different leaders. Only the latter will get different results.

Politicians are politicians. I say this to say that their careers are based on changing their stances, and depending on the environment in which they find themselves. It’s just how it is in politics. Their industry is extremely volatile. But, the sad part is that the regular people are ‘the product’ in such an industry.

2. How can we then assure the balance between the unpredictability aspect of the political industry and the protection of Human Rights?

Remembering that we shouldn’t treat people as if they were a commodity is the key to the protection of Human Rights. In fact, such an attitude has had many other countries be successful in leading their citizens. Mostly, in Canada and the countries in the EU. Anyways, the Laws of a country ought to ensure that the game of politics is controlled in a manner that it doesn’t do harm to the livelihood of humans.

3. So, what is the major problem in Africa?

The major problem in Africa (not just South Africa) is neither politics nor Apartheid. It is the deep hatred of a Black Person by another Black Person. For example: should have Blacks loved each other, and supported each other, no-one would break their trust and support for one another. No-one would be a ‘sellout‘. No-one would be turning against his brother. They would uplift and promote each another. They would protect their lineage, their heritage, and so on. In fact, those tribal fights wouldn’t even exist. The xenophobic attacks wouldn’t exist. But a Black Man hates HIMSELF.

Once you hate yourself, you become a prey to manipulation and control. Because you have no self-esteem, no ego to protect. You do as you’re told so that you’re accepted by others. So that you feel that you have value. Consequently, you start to want to distance yourself from YOURSELF. You cannot stand to see an image of yourself through the success of other Black People. If they have power, you hate that power. If they have humility, you also hate that. Because you hate YOURSELF.

In a political environment, this is evident through the lifestyle of politicians in comparison to the lifestyle of the ordinary people. The politicians have big houses, flashy cars, high paying jobs, plenty of businesses, and we could continue forever. On the other hand, you have the regular citizens, living from handouts, hand-to-hand, month-to-month, on debts, and poor. But the most irony is that they will still proudly wear, and VOTE in, the T-shirts that they receive every election time.

In the EU or Canada, the politicians could be doing the same, but their people are also taken care of. Their minimum wages are decent. Their benefit systems are well planned for the benefit of their people. South Africa, at this point could be seeing the same success. Because, it’s almost 30 years now into the democracy.

We must remember that for almost 30 years, the Black Man is the leader. The Black Man is in the position of power to empower his fellow Black People. The Black Man is in the position of power to do right, not only by his soul, but by his Fellow Black People. Unfortunately, we cannot continue to blame other countries, other races, or other systems such as apartheid, (at this point in time).

To be continued…

By Mitta xinindlu

Black Skin Collection

“Be comfortable in your black skin. If someone finds a threat in it, then they should visit their psychologist.”

This quote has become quite popular in the Black Community. Thank you. So, I’m making interesting items available for sale SHOP:


I wrote this quote at a time when there was a particular woman who just could’t stand my Blackness. She even hated the half blackness in my mixed-race child.

In my existence, I have lived a life of zero discrimination. I have dated other races. Had a child with a white person. Had friends from different parts of the world. Loved and embraced foreigners. People of different religions, races, genders, and dis/abilities. I have many gay friends.

My lifestyle is in itself very inclusive.

Now, I have paid a price for mixing with others. I have been ridiculed for mixing with people of different origins, beliefs, or nationalities. But, I took it all in because I am not ashamed to be seen with people who are different from me.

People’s differences do not intimidate nor offend me.

So, when I experienced such a discriminatory behaviour from that woman, I knew that it was her psychological status that was the problem, and not my blackness.

Law School

There is GRACE. It is through Grace that we get to fulfill our dreams.

Law School.
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When I finished high-school, I made two university applications: to be a lawyer or to be an accountant. With the help of my mentors, I quickly realised that accounting was not my route. But I’d already turned down the offer to study law.

The dream of becoming a lawyer never died …because I am passionate about defending the defenseless. Even though I had a Master of Science in Project Management …and a Six Sigma Green Belt, my dream of becoming a lawyer still woke me up in the night, calling me by name.

For the past two years, I have been pursuing a Master’s in European Law. And as of this weekend, I’ve passed all my modules/exams toward my Master’s in European Law…Studying while breastfeeding, kick starting own business, writing, fixing life, learning French, (in a foreign country).It can only be through Grace. I’m forever grateful.

Dull end note…but even with this achievement, I still have one module outstanding from another qualification: the Harvard X’s Data Science Program. I passed 8 out of 9 modules. I’m left with the Final Project. Multitasking is something else, I tell you.

I deserve a vacation!!

Introversion is not Mental Illness

We live in a world that labels everything and everyone. It makes the system much simpler. I mean, without names, we would all be just humans. Which could be great, but more complicated. But, there is also misidentification and mislabeling which lead to misunderstanding and mistreatment. That’s a topic for another day.

We have been labelled and categorised into introverts, extroverts, and ambiverts. I am an ambivert (according to personality tests). Which is supposed to be great because it gives the view of both sides.
In my work, I enjoy defending the underdogs of our society; the underlooked, the rejected, and/or the misfits. And introverts happen to be taken as such. They are rejected daily by the society which is mostly influenced by the so-called extroverts. 

Ironically, introverts are the only ones who are able to be happy alone, without needing others to survive. They have strong individualistic traits and an in-built system that help them to depend on themselves. And without caring much about the validation of others. Introverts are not afraid to be ‘weird’ or ‘odd-looking’, to look different from the rest. They’re not afraid to do their own thing, in their own pace. They don’t succumb to peer/social pressure. Therefore, in my view, introverts are the strongest bunch of our society. 
But extroverts won’t admit it. 

Extroverts function well only in groups. Their mental longevity is depended on the acceptance and existence of others. Extroverts fear being alone. And that’s a huge personality disorder.

So, in my work, I also focus on celebrating introverts because no one wants to recognise their strengths. Or to admit that they’re the most powerful people in terms of confidence or self-esteem. In fact, extroverts mislabel introverts as crazy, weird, quirky, dorky, (all negative connotations).

I don’t know why or how it is weird to be mentally independent. Or to not succumb to peer pressure. 
Maybe I will get more revelation in my research one day. 

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Real Fathers (Poem)

Fathers who protect their children deserve appreciation.
These are gatherers of food who fend off starvation.
Fees are paid in full; there’s never depreciation.
Daughters and toddlers are safe under their nation.

They prove that their children come first.
Payroll to payload, they’re there to play their verse.
Main role, second role, they’re there to nurse.
Male role, great role, they stop the abandonment curse.

Their kids’ needs are satisfied, they’re never hollow.
Their kids feel prioritised, the rest follow.  

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