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Visiting Dachau Concentration Camp Memorial

The Main gate at Dachau concentration camp with the words 'Arbeit macht frei'. It means work sets you free. The Gas Chamber Dachau concentration camp memorial site building and yard. A crematorium to burn the dead I took time one Sunday morning to visit the Dachau Concentration camp memorial site when I was staying in Feldafing, in the State of Bayern.   The memorial site is said to be one of the first concentration camps established by the Nazis. It was located in the small town of Dachau approximately 10 miles northwest of Munich.  It was quite an eye opener.   When you are there you just realize the cruelty of it all. It hits you that thousands of people were imprisoned there without trial. They were tortured and many died. It is not an ordinary tourism site. It is sad. Jews, Russian prisoners of war, Jehovah's witnesses, gays, Intellectuals, communists and anyone who disagreed with Hitler became a victim.

Marching against apartheid education

I am the fifth from left in this 1990/91 Education march: students linked arm-in-arm do a toyi-toyi dance during a march to the Houses of Parliament. Student leaders handed over a memorandum to an official of the State President's office calling for the creation of one education department and for the president's intervention in the improvement of facilities.  — with Luvuyo Zantsi,   The current deputy minister of police,  Bongani Michael Mkongi ,is the tenth person from left. the late Ntuthuzelo Ngwane, Sipho Kussie, Bhabha Dantile, Bhabha Ntshobane, Mcebisi Tshandu, Patrick Lakabane and Songezo Mjongile, who was to be the Western Cape province secretary for the ANC  at  Parliament of South Africa  around 1990/1 .

Poem 2: The one I sent packing

Funny is it How I lie awake And think of you The one I sent packing In my mind it’s clear No good can come out of us being together Family I've told And to friends I boasted I’ve moved on and You’re out of my life For good Is it really for good When a treacherous heart Keeps betraying me By longing for you When no one is around Finding excuses To call and hear your voice That makes me shiver And hold on to chairs So as not to fall  I disintegrate thinking of you But can tell no one That I miss to be held By the one I sent packing

Poem 1: The morning after

The morning after He scrambled to rid himself of her She had to leave early So no one would see Her leaving his room And their night of passion Had to stay hidden In his mind he vowed To erase the mistake He felt happened In a moment of lust Initiated by him Now plans are needed To counter her memories Of a night to be forgotten In case she spoke Of what only they knew She could not be trusted And that risk was too much So mitigation was needed She had to be discredited Gather friends to spread lies Of how she lust after him Just in case she spoke Of their night of passion