MJAVA SET TO STEAL THE SHOW AT THE PUMULA ROYALTY ARTS AND COMMUNITY AWARDS 2021

 Pumula Royal Arts and Community Awards (PRACA) 2021 nominees are out.

And young aspiring producer from Pumula Mjava (Infinity djays) He is one of the most promising producers in Bulawayo he has started his career blazing high , with nothing pulling him back and nothing stopping him he is all guns blazzing 

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Out standing new comer in all genres
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Best Amapiano/House/Kwaito
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Your support is really appreciated.  MJAVA the best of luck.  Voting starts on the 22nd of November 2021. The awards date will be on the 18th of December 2021. 

Download the song using the link below

https://youtu.be/wjAskohWwxA

                                           

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LETS VOTE FOR HIM #TEAMMJAVA#TEAMINFINITY

WILLIAM SALIM DUBE 

LALA NGOKUTHULA DANIEL DOUBT (DADDY D)

 Speak of me as you have always done.

Remember the good times, laughter, and fun.

Share the happy memories we've made.
Do not let them wither or fade.

I'll be with you in the summer's sun
And when the winter's chill has come.

I'll be the voice that whispers in the breeze.
I'm peaceful now, put your mind at ease.

I've rested my eyes and gone to sleep,
But memories we've shared are yours to keep.

Sometimes our final days may be a test,
But remember me when I was at my best.

Although things may not be the same,
Don't be afraid to use my name.

Let your sorrow last for just a while.
Comfort each other and try to smile.

I've lived a life filled with joy and fun.
Live on now, make me proud of what you'll become.

R.I.P DOUBT WE WILL MISS YOU 

WILLIAM SALIM DUBE

HUNTERS MEDIA HOUSE 

REST IN PEACE DANIEL DOUBT ( DADDY D)

When great trees fall,
rocks on distant hills shudder,
lions hunker down
in tall grasses,
and even elephants
lumber after safety.

When great trees fall
in forests,
small things recoil into silence,
their senses
eroded beyond fear.

When great souls die,
the air around us becomes
light, rare, sterile.
We breathe, briefly.
Our eyes, briefly,
see with
a hurtful clarity.
Our memory, suddenly sharpened,
examines,
gnaws on kind words
unsaid,
promised walks
never taken.

Great souls die and
our reality, bound to
them, takes leave of us.
Our souls,
dependent upon their
nurture,
now shrink, wizened.
Our minds, formed
and informed by their
radiance,
fall away.
We are not so much maddened
as reduced to the unutterable ignorance
of dark, cold
caves.

And when great souls die,
after a period peace blooms,
slowly and always
irregularly. Spaces fill
with a kind of
soothing electric vibration.
Our senses, restored, never
to be the same, whisper to us.
They existed. They existed.
We can be. Be and be
better. For they existed.

R.I.P D.D

William Salim Dube

Hunters Media House