Good Luck for Matric Results 2024

Matriekuitslae om die draai

Die lang wag, die slapelose nagte en die spanning behoort aan die verlede na hierdie naweek. Jy gaan Dinsdag met jou akademiese bankbalans in jou hand staan en weet dat alles waarvoor jy die afgelope 12 jaar so hard gewerk het, het dividente opgelewer.

Sterkte!!!

Hou gerus die skool se Facebook  dop vir die nuutste inligting oor die matriekuitslae.

The wait for matriculants for their 2024 exams results is almost over!

REMINDER

The Department of Basic Education (DBE) has announced that the 2024 matric result release date is Monday, 13 January 2025.

This decision aligns with the start of the 2025 academic year, scheduled for Wednesday, 15 January 2025.

Here’s a detailed timeline:

Tuesday, 14 January 2025: Individual matric results will be available at schools and online via official DBE platforms

Monday, 13 January 2025: The Department of Basic Education will announce the results nationally

Click  HERE  for more info!

Grade 12's: Examination Preparation Guides

Click HERE for more information/Examination Preparation Guides.

Class of 2024

Today officially marks 50 days to go before the Class of 2024 start their National Senior Certificate (NSC) exams.

We are rooting for our grade 12s.

But the best support we can give them over the next 50 days is to ensure we jealously guard teaching time in school with absolutely no disruptions.

They need the remaining teaching days to cover their curriculum before taking the biggest exam of their schooling careers.

Parents/ guardians and communities have a crucial role to play during this time.

Protect teaching time. Let’s minimize any and all disruptions as best we can.

Poem: A women's life

Early in the morning I wake up

I look up in the sky for strength 

I pray to GOD for Guidance

My face is dry and still I cry.

Will I ever be free? Will I feel true love?

My master who once said he loves me

He locked me up, and beats me.

His hands were once gentle 

His actions are unbelievable 

My man my HUSBAND 

Your hands destroyed me

I can't face My family 

I keep looking for sympathy

Our kids are afraid of you 

Your hands have destroyed me

I cook and clean.

I offer you food with a smile, like I'm happy

I wish you could see your heart that your need me 

But everytime you drunk you beat me

Your hands have destroyed me.

I remember the time I met you

You were so fine and handsome

I couldn't believe I'm with you

It was our time 'now or never'

I wish your mother was here

Because now I live with fear

Will I see another day?

Will I again say my prayers?

My master who beats me

My man my HUSBAND 

I can't move freely 

Your presence torments me 

When you walk next to me

You make me feel worthy 

Will you survive without me

Today I leave you

My man MY HUSBAND 

Will I ever miss you? 

[Tuesday, May 17, 2022]

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Heal

Heal

Heal to you who never sleep

Heal to you who stay awake and weep

Heal to you who got nobody to go to

Heal to you who's not hopeful 

Heal

Heal to the woman who lost a child

She who prayed to recive a son

Who is now sent by hands of crime

And now lie in the silent ground 

HEAL! HEAL! HEAL!

To The woman!

This a day she'll never forget

Today the day they lay her child to rest

Here she stand to show respect

To her son who now lie dead

HEAL Heal Heal 

I say Heal to the woman 

Who now remember the past

That's joyful and full of art

Art of her son

She recalls the image saw

In the screen of a computer 

She recalls the joy

When she had imagined his Future

This really her nightmare sorrow 

Sob is the woman

Who now cries like a child

Who's pain was internal and now out

She screams to the heavens 

For her son's revive

Heal is to you a woman who lost a child

[Israel Xaba: 7 January 2024]

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Joyful of absence

Joyful of absence 

Of how I wish you were not here

It now make sense

That I now stand firm and clear

Letter to a father

How your promises make me wonder

Like Christmas tree with presents under

I awaited you patiently like a wish to Santa 

 "I promise"

 "I promise"

It's all I hear 

It's as a philosophy 

That reveals you clear

Nostalgia

A feeling I never had

All due by deeds of a man

How I were a fool of what you never meant

I longed being your s.o.n

This been a DREAM from day one

Just to see and call you father 

Now I shall not say no further 

Nor will I bother to call

I am a man raised by no F.a.T.H.e.r

[Israel Xaba - 2 January 2024]

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John 3:16

A king born to a nation

A nation which soon turned against him

A son of liberation 

In the dark night of Bethlehem 

A son is born

A son of GOD

Who's heart is wrenched 

By deeds of heart

His people seem to do as they please 

With no one at his knees

His son is sent to make peace

Surrounded by the wicked 

The son was Seized

By Sanhedrin

Elderly respected priests 

Who tore his garment 

And spit to his face

Whom his presence was a mockery 

To his friends 

Today a son of God

Is born

[Israel Xaba: gr.12 24 December 2023]

Click HERE!! 

Poem: The moment I cry

The fear shall be unleash 

That sympathy be put to sleep

And the wicked would never sleep

Ranged by their wicked deeds

I shall shower it upon their face

That I'd share my taste 

As it washes their fate ...

Fate, fate, fate

Is it what they enslaved 

Enslaved by old dark hands

Which look familiar 

Whos tongue curse her

As a sign of favour 

I cry, cry and cry

[Israel Xaba: gr.12 1 December 2023]

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Poem: First December*

Pens Down!

We matrix are now out.

We shall remember the blue yard,

Where we had played our part.

We shall remember the old Visagie that 

taught us art.

We shall remember teachers who became parents. 

We can't believe it has come to an end,

This is by far a memory to defend.

1st December, A lineage of friends 

Brothers of HTS

We were learners today

We now leaders of tomorrow 

Gone are the days

Of wicked sorrow 

No more the smell of fuming ink

Nor the blade of white paper

The bespoke of our hardship labour

Where we once thought of its strategic slavery. 

The leaky ink shared a stamp as we left

Just as the first time we met

With white shirts written in black

We Tekkies!!!

Are made by HTS

[Israel Xaba: gr.12 1 December 2023]

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Think about it ...

Think about it ...

Why do poems still move us?

It teaches, it enlightens and it beautifies our very being.” Put plainly, poetry makes us think. A poet's words need to be unpacked, to understand it we must think outside the box. Like theatre, poetry is transportative; it connects us with language again, and brings things to life in an unexpected way.

Think about it ...

Think about it ...

Think about it ...

I wish the matric class of 2023 success on your work and good health during the exam. All the very best to you. I hope that all our hard work pays off and that we reap the reward of good results at the end of this year.

[Click HERE to read my poem.] 

Poem: I wish I'd said

You are the one in my heart

When you stood and played your heart

For me, I wish I'd hear you sing

It for me

When you stood out the crowd 

And sang to make me proud

I wish I'd said

That I was a fool

For not loving you 

All the effort I made you do

From morning classes to the late afternoon 

I wish I'd said 

It's you and I 

That YOU are for me

Made you my 'Ride or Die'

I am the fool that made you cry

Today I shall place U in my art

As I had failed to place U in my heart 

I wish I'd said

That I'll be your heart defender 

And your lifetime protector

I wish I'd said 

"I love you" from the moment we met

Or just gave a kiss to the face

Now I'm living a moment of regret 

I wish I'd said

I wish I'd said ...

Poem: Blue Pen

Israel Xaba, poet in the fitting and

machining workshop

Am I kept by boards

With white chalk 

That they are for me and

What they said make my future. 

That is for what, many had said

I attend a building named HTS

I can't see me in it yet

I attend daily

The yard it's been known as gold

With its people turned blue

Hence I'm in it yet not seen

"the sports are for you" they said

"YOU are the school" they said.

Yet the buildings are made

The school is seen

Many are enslaved 

Like young minds before slavery 

We rushed to be one with dem

Now 'what was one thinking?'

To be thee 'GOLD' in thy

I shall now leave

The blue clothes I'm in

And turn to what I should've been

And attend a place where I'll be seen

[Click HERE for more poems.]

Think about it ...

Rainbow nation

A land full of beauty and magic

It's found down at the planet's heart

With different racises at start

A land like no other

With its people divided 

The land suffer

Sons and daughters 

Their anthem cries

They sing T-O-G-E-T-H-E-R

And seem together 

Thier voices cover the hearts 

That hold commotion 

South Africa 

A land like no other 

With its people divided 

The land suffer

Unity is enslaved 

It's forced to unionize 

Mothers and fathers 

Who chose to go otherwise 

With their sons and daughters 

Who vote to unionize 

SOUTH AFRICA 

A land like no other

[Israel Xaba: gr.12 17 September 2023]

Think about it ...

Ink shall sink on paper

We matriculants are bespeak

of our teachers labour

As the paper cause timorous

And others think we're rude

We shout TEKKIES

Where gold like spark of flint-stone

We Tekkies sing it with high note

And where the weight of tow'ring wheels groan

We fly higher and present our own

where our school is one of the best

with good teachers from A to Z

It's THS Welkom, we serve you with zest!**

[Israel Xaba: gr. 11D 30 October 2022]

** Part of a poem - click HERE for the rest.