Just like a philosopher can never throw away his stone, the poet can never toss his pen out the window
Author: Lazarus Shatipamba
Hi, my name is Lazarus Shatipamba and i'm a pensive poet from the lovely, windy city of Windhoek right here in the center of Namibia.
I'm 20 and 2 years young but sometimes i feel old as a fossil just because I've written so many poems in my life.
I love poetry, i'm sure you know that by now.
So i'll proceed to telling you that i also enjoy reading novels, mostly fantasy and Sci-Fi but any book that is capable of taking my attention and holding it is welcome into my reading list.
When not writing or reading poetry, i am found high up at the top of the Auas Mountains in my city. Trying to listen to the silence that lurks beneath all the noise, but mostly just to enjoy some alone time with nature.
I play chess and love to meet new people, so you'll always find me in a circle of close friends trying not to be the worst conversationalist to have laid their feet on this beautiful blue earth.
“It was the calm before the storm
that stole my breath
with its icy silence.
In those everlasting seconds,
instead of his raging words’ predictable humming,
the still left you wondering what would be coming.
His face wouldn’t wear its usual anger, but a death-like grief,
as though he knew what monster would soon be unleashed.
‘Don’t hold it in!’ I was dying to cry to him.
‘That makes its bursting that much more violent!’
I did what I could- I anticipated, and how I hated
the calm before the storm.
Before the calm, you could see the storm clouds brewing,
but the churn of the sky- it was so close to soothing
Greeting fellow bloggers on this splendid Saturday morning.
Today I would like to share this post from a lovely lady that cares of the overall well being of our body, mind, spirit and soul which is why she posted this post with the hope that its message does not get lost on its way into your hearts and minds.
After ruminating on the power of destructiveness and anger and unkindness to destroy what feels good and nurturing to body, heart, mind, spirit and soul I wanted to post a post on kindness. I remember many years ago my Mum giving me a little book on kindness and I remember her acts of kindness to me when I was not well in the final years of her life when she was struggling with her own pain. How she went out of her way to bring some groceries over to me. Now I think back I see how much love my Mum tried to give me and I see the resentment I held also over her failures. I forgive everything now because I want to be kind to myself and I realise that there was so much I did not understand before she died. I wish I could change certain things…
Never bend your head. Always hold it high. Look the world straight in the eye.
It was a beautiful Saturday morning
The sun in the sky was having fun shining in the east and the birds in the trees, where singing a song to which I did not know the tune to because no one chose to give me a warning of the skill that will be on display at the premises of Protea Hotel on the 26th of October 2019 at the inaugural NUST Individual Chess Championships.
Thinking that I was the best, I walked a mile with a smile from my place of rest thinking that I’d win.
But now I know what a blunder this was as by the end of the third round, I discovered that I could not find where my smile had gone even if you gave me a compass or a GPS.
The tournament proceeded smoothly from between the wee hours
of 08am to 05pm, and it was during these hours that players squared off against
one another in order to test their tactics against each other.
Although it was quite competitive and intense, it was fun
because even though some of us did lose a piece and later the game (which
threatened to derail our ambitions of being victors), we still shook hands to
show our peace.
Plenty players participated in this tournament, all of us
hoping to lift the trophy that will tell a story of how we walked through hell
on our way to victory. But unfortunately, there could always only be one
winner. Although we were none of us fools for we all had gone to school; some
among us were better prepared to use their minds as a tool in defeating their
In the ladies section my hands had to clap for Ms. Mari-Anne
Fillemon who scooped third place in only her first ever tournament as well as
the lovely Vaua who captured second place with her brilliant brand of chess
play. In the gentlemen’s section, my hat went off to hail for Mr. Dudley
Noroseb who had a slower start to the tournament then a snail but still managed
to sneak into third place. Also, my congratulations have to go to Alan Matheus
who beat me on his way to securing the second podium place.
But when all was said and done; we all had to bow down and
swear fealty to the King and Queen of chess at NUST, Mr. Philip Mootseng and Ms.
Maria Niilenge who sat behind the walls of their castle, pretty on their first
All in all, regardless of the losses that made me check to make sure whether in the future I will still play chess; it was a well-organized tournament and I thoroughly enjoyed myself and I’m sure everyone else did as well.