Have you ever found yourself lost in a

void where all is dark and gloomy. Light

nowhere to be seen. Hopoc, an escape from reality yet a
motivation for endurance in all. Not only about holding
on but prevailing it all. Hopoc, a destination to all
chronicles of life.

Peak; a new conception for prevalence,

secrets of the profound chronicles.
 CONTENTS

ABOUT THE AUTHOR ……………………………………………………… 2

CONTENTS OF THE CHRONICLES ………….…………………………….. 3
THE CHRONICLES …………………………………………………….…….. 4

LIST OF FIGURES

FIGURE 1. CHRONICLES OF LOVE ……………………………………......5

FIGURE 2 . TRENCHES ……………………………………………………. 10
FIGURE 3 . THE BREAKTHROUGH ………………………………….…... 12
FIGURE 4 . THE CLOUDBURST …………………………………….…….. 15
FIGURE 5 .THE EQUATION ……………………………………………….. 20
FIGURE 6 . THE RISING ………………………………………………….... 22

TRIBUTE AND SPECIAL THANKS

MME MATSHIDISO MATLALA …………………………………………… 24

JACOB SELEPE MODIBA …………………………………………………. 25

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Kabelo Samuel Modiba is a freelance writer and editor. Hopoc is his first book to be written and edited
by him. Motivated by the likes of Keitumetse Alicia Matlala, Keneilwe Marokane, Pontsho Oitsile,
Boitumelo Ndlovu, Fiona Mehlape and Thenjiwe Dlamini. He has embarked on a spiritual journey of
writing to find the golden answer to the golden question, him.

FINDINGS

Him. A question with no destination nor answer. A question with no hope and dreams but all about
depression and sadness. Each and every day striving for the best version, but the best version always
comes back in the opposite direction. I guess it’s true when they say only the pot knows how hot it is.
Many see a happy, fun and jokey kind of a person but in reality, it’s just a sad lonely kind of mix nobody
understands. Everyday having to put on a fake smile just to survive the end of the day but as more hours
pass by, the more it gets rotten inside. Say being yourself is the realest thing a person could be but in his
world being real is like the opposite of it all. The actions of his results always coming back to haunt
him. Nothing but just hurt. The results keep on damaging him even further. It’s like he’s alive but dead
at the same time. Fighting demons. A tribute to his dead soul that died a long time ago but still fights to
live another day.is it healthy? No but him it’s better to cope with everything rather than just being a dead
beat. overthinking, a term misunderstood by many yet understood by little. Over means crossing the
border of the mind. Hard to come back. Thinking means suicidal. But in the end the only battle he faces
in life is him vs him.

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CONTENTS OF THE CHRONICLES

Chronicles of love – Warmest place I have found myself in. Where

all roads lead to peace in a form of a person. Home,
warmth is what graced my life when she crossed my
eyes to my heart. Truly an amazing feeling. Where
was real and historical was just fictional. Peace I
can’t retain no more.

Chronicles of trenches – truly a mysterious way to make it seem

realistic yet in your eyes it seems to be the
opposite. Where feelings felt in the voids
mysteriously felt weak and again minutes felt
like hours, heartbeats felt like earthquakes.
The breakthrough of it all. Where reality just
became blur. Presence lights up the void, smile
under the mask yet visible on the outside. Body
like temple of angels yet soothing like fine
aging wine. The eyes have seen it all.the
revolution to all.

Chronicles of the unknown - Happiness that suddenly turned cold and

dark in a short period of time. Not much to
say. But all hopes and dreams buried and
burned out due to the actions of the
unknown. truly graced my life being in the
world of the unknown.

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 THE CHRONICLES

Regrets all bound to be the death of me one

day. A lost soul found itself trapped into the
dark trenches of the world it currently
floats in. Unresolved past issues shattered
the whole future fiction. The only scary thing it fears is only
being real to itself. Real becoming historical.
Nobody knows yourself better than you do
right? Well, who am I? Feeling like a lifeless
balloon floating in air with no direction nor destination yet with all
hopes and dreams to reach the tomorrow land. Just maybe that’s where
I will get to see him again. Tell him how much I love him, tell him
everything and make things right. Yet humankind cannot take back time.

Forced to move on each and every day. They say acceptance is key to inner peace but why is that? Why having to
enter a place and create something special in it only to just let it go in the end. The chronicles of this keeps me
drifting along a senseless path at the peak of time with a list of dead souls.am I next? If so, take my sorrow and
burry it with me. The chronicles on my doorstep.

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THE CHRONICLES OF LOVE

WORTHY

Beauty like the view of the sea but never as dull as the stars cause even
stars don’t shine as you do.7,9 billion people in this world but only one in the eyes of the beholder,
Keitumetse Alicia Matlala better known as ally.

A – Acquired
L – Loved
L - Life
Y – You

Basically, Ally means that I acquired love and loved life in her. Seeing you feels like the first time. The
first feeling I cannot forget. A period in which minutes felt like hours, heartbeats felt like earthquakes,
yet the brain was signaling a strong feeling towards you which one might call love. I now knew the
meaning of love is blind. Just that one smile from that one particular person can literally change the
whole concept of life to another individual. Saw myself constantly fighting against the world just to see
that heartwarming smile at the end of the day. May not be your first boyfriend, not the first boy you got
attracted to nor the first boy you called handsome but to me you will always be my first in many things.

Grateful we met in high school

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ONE OF A KIND

Beauty like nobody else.

Smile like the rising sun.
As it rises but never sets.
Shining upon my
heart and soul.

Joy that fills my heart with pride

and dignity.
With all its glory in it.
Feeling like never before
but stays in forever.

The glare that fits it all.

Worthy in her name.
Ally for one of a kind.
Samicia for
birth of an angel.

Did it hurt
falling from the heavens
because there had never been
such a lovely angel
such as you.

Roses are red

Violets are blue.
In your presence,
all is white.
White for peace and harmony.
Feeling like never before
but truly a unique one.

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THE ORIGIN

The story begins in the late 2021.it all started like any normal day. The day of chronicles. The day in
which the life of a young man is about to be grace by the most beautiful, gorgeous and outstanding fine
girl he has ever met in his teenage life. Days had gone by. Had settled well in high school. Made some
new friends an enemies but on this particular day, his eyes glazed upon this girl, the price he never
outlooked. There she was, short, Chinese eyes with the most attractive smile with white small teeth that
brighten her aura like fine fabric fresh from the shop. From that moment he knew that he had seen a rare
material that he must get in his life. The missing puzzle in his fortress.

Yes, I might have stared at her a lot. But damn the attraction wasn’t easy to hesitate. But that was when I
realized that I must make my move before it’s too late. July 3rd, 2021 was the day. Shivered to go to her
but eventually got the courage to go to her but sadly I knew it was too late. She was already taken by
someone literally out of my league.At that moment I knew what they meant when they said time flies
when you least expect it. taken by someone literally out of my league.At that moment I knew what they
meant when they said time flies when you least expect it. I guess it was back to living a simple life.
Months went by. Got in and out of relationships but my heart still beaded for this one person. The
overwhelming burden of having to see a loved one loving somebody else besides me but all I could do
at that time was just cope with everything an keep on with the journey. But only to figure out that indeed
dreams do come true. But this time, the dream was in the other way. The dream became the dreamer.
Can’t remember the exact date but it was in 2023 somewhere around June. That’s when she came to me
in hopes of having something special with me.an the feeling was still there, she was still that same girl I
saw on that faithful day, so I decided to get on board with her. But that’s where I learned that
communication and unresolved past issues can literally damage the future.
We decided to name our special bond Samicia. Samuel + Alicia = Samicia. The ultimate equation.it was
the best relationship I had ever been into. She was more than just my girlfriend but more of a sister,
mother, inspirator and motivator. Did everything together, you’d swear we were married or
something but the chronicles of unresolved past issues and times caught up to us. Had the best times
with her but I guess too much of a good thing can be a bad thing. Hurt the most amazing thing life could
possibly give me in my life.an act that surely haunts me till today.

Worthy is it name. You know life works in mysterious ways. Always finding ourselves in situations we
never thought possible could happen. After going through all those obstacles in life. June 18th 2024, a
faithful day that changed the whole conceptof worthy. We both had found our way back together, I also
didn’t know how, but I guess God did.

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THE END OF AN ERA

I guess it’s true when they say everything has its own ending.28 august 2024.the worst day of my life.
The death of a beautiful bond I surely adored. One thing I considered real in this world gone like ashes
wasted by dust. My strive to success and honor lost forever in the darkness of the world.

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SEASONS OF SPRING

I realized something about you

and me.

It fills me with joy.

So, I want to see you

You’re my everything.
My everyday life appendix

The bond we had

was everything I needed
and craved for.

Knowing that I was loved

filled peace in my heart.

Literally made me want to

melt in your arms
and never get out.

To stay there forever

but I guess forever is
just a name.

As we head our separate ways

hope you know that,

I adore you
I care for you
I think about you
but mostly important

I love you

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TRENCHES

For the past cycles of life, I have been travelling around one void of loving one person. The pain
and experience gained through it is unexplainable yet taunting at the same time. But as I thought
it was all over for me and love, a new merge has occurred out of the Trenches.

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SAVIOUR OR DESTROYER

So weird how one can feel a sensational feeling about someone they barely know. Just one
interaction between them can literally shake a man’s heart to its knees. The tail of the Trenches.
Rorisang Dimpho Hobyane. The feeling is yet still weak but stronger at her presence. Why her?
Have you ever been in a void where all is dark and blur, black and white yet in her presence all
is blue. Blue like the peaceful sky above us. The first one I ever thought of for a long time an
even now. The only void that stayed in an never got out.

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AWAKENING

Heart
Sensitive yet vulnerable.
Beats like nothing else
in the world
but always sets its target

Trenches
Soothing soul
that suits the pinnacle of love.

Satisfaction
Satisfying my heart.
Which the beauty of a person
living through it.

As the heart,
designed to give life.
Life as in love.

In reality
She falls in all categories
but truly yet a
special beauty above all.

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THE BREAKTHROUGH

SUDDEN

I had forgotten how it feels to feel like this, the sudden feeling that’s roaming in the air. All
hopes and dreams brought back to life all in the name of her. Rorisang means praise right?
Dimpho meaning gift, right? Well trenches, a beauty that screams through times of darkness and
guidance off to the promise land. The tomorrow land. The more I get to know her. The more
identical I discover we are. But the main question that popped on my head as I discovered this
was, will I be able to date myself for at least 24 hours? The question became nothing but
shocking and hard to swallow like the hard truth. But in the end some events have the ability to
showcase within the bounds of an individual. Able to unreel true intentions of a person.

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GAMOPHOBIA

Obstacle that possess as a threat. Fear is its name. I guess we all have our own battles we face in
life. Trenches. Funny fact is through all she still an manages to keep on looking good and smile
each and every day but maybe that’s what I have been talking about. Fake smiles in hopes to
survive. the pinnacle of love. The hope of it all resting on her. I guess only time will tell.

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LEAN

FLAUNT LANGUAGE

Maybe there’s a reason why some things are a part of us. Part of our lives even though we wish
they never existed or never part of our lives.in the end they’ve helped me in many situations.
Yes, my inner demons which I hate. but as I look deeper into them, the more I see that there are
situations where they’ve helped and took me out of sticky situations. currently with Rorisang.
Really came through in the nick of time. I am not saying they are the best versions of me but
leaning with them seems like a pretty good idea for a peaceful life. Our language from now on is
flaunt language.

flaunt language – a language only understood by demons inside us.

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THE UNTOLD

SUBMISSIVE OR DOMINANCE

Is it though. That in everything that one does all just doesn’t go right. Many say is because of
being submissive. Is it? Being a nice guy how suddenly turns into rough and bad. It’s like the
world is trying to say something to me yet the message isn’t clear enough. dominance, a word
easier said than done yet seems to be the only solution to my problems.

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THE CLOUDBURST

OUTSET

Feels like a curse. Every time when I thought maybe, just maybe I’m finally starting to see a
little bit of light. Light in a form of faith and hope then suddenly it all just becomes blur like a
mist in the morning. The shades of darkness cloud my judgement like a pile of bricks blocking
my view. All becomes lost and caught at the same time not knowing what to grasp or let go of.
from the lane of chronicles of love to the lane of Trenches. Is this my faith? Always seeking out
love yet always getting the opposite of it. The world behind my name is bleeding. The tomorrow
world turns into dust slowly and slowly. Crazy how I’m scared to lose something I never had.
The lane between the voids always end with the same results.

Remedy of a broken man with a broken soul, mind and spirit.

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LETTING GO

Days have gone by still it’s still the very same battle that I have been fighting. The battle of the
mind vs the heart. Letting go. Don’t know why is it so hard to just let you go. Just have that
mindset of like not caring about you and what happens to you. Seems like caring has been
nothing but torture and heartbreaking. I can’t keep it down, rolling down with these crazy
theories and ideas on how to keep you in my life yet I know that one cannot force something
that’s supposed to be willingly open. Is it obsession? I don’t know.

Is it though? Loving somebody wholewheat just to be shattered like nothing.is it though? Giving
your all just to lose it all in the end.is it though? That all you just needed was to be loved and
understood.Is it though? That all you had and all you needed just vanished away so instantly and
having to see it vanish and having no power to do absolutely about it.

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THE REAL WORLD

A lesson learned in times of thrones. Where one experiences fake love in hope for growth and
improvement, yet the other experiences love in hope to use it for selfish reasons. Why is it that
people get tired of meaningful things rather than meaningless things.

Is this the real world, the one God has created. The god of loving, the one who created
humankind in his own image. Not me who’s saying this but the bible itself. Maybe science is
right. Maybe it’s all just forged scripts.
it’s a matter of not scared to loving but scared to be in love. A battle lost before it even began.
The death race for love.

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STUMBLING BLOCKS

The breakthrough, the idea behind it shapes the bleeding wound of a broken heart, soul and
spirit. The opposite of the remedy of a broken man. A word meant for closure, reassurance,
safety and all black turned into blue.

Trenches to breakthrough. Now all has fallen. Stumbling blocks. The walls of the trenches fall
upon me like the rest of the voids in the past. The remedy of expectations and hope suddenly
become a weapon to the holder. Yet the holder is the one inflicting pain and damage, yet he still
cries in the end.

The only time I feel love is when I feel pain. The road that leads to nothing but betrayal, broken
hearts, dreams, souls and spirits due to selfish acts of others. Yet it is said that love lives through
us, but where is it when we need it the most. Where do I reside in this world, cause clearly in
others I’m not welcomed.

Who am I talking to, the opposite of a boy who was hungry and ready for the world. The hunger
for it just flashed in my eyes as it slowly slips away. The more I get close, the more it gets
invisible.

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THE OPPOSITE

Can’t find her

Eyes all blurred out
Seeking it
Needing it
yet
it all wants the opposite.

What does one have to do

to cross the right path.
To seek it
To find it
purely hearted
within its soul.

Love with no conditions.

Calling all hearts available
yet all seem to be busy.
They call it love
yet it presents
the opposite.

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THE EQUATION

THE POISE

The cycle of chronicles that all leads to the

clutter’s den. The equation of it seems to
be adding up to more problems rather than
solutions. The revolution of it all in the
other direction. What does it mean? The
brain and the heart the main components of
the body yet they the ones who bring utter
attention to the anchor of problems.

The barrier of it just seems to be easy and lightweight in the eyes of the beholder yet
experiencing it is all nothing but infliction of pain. The fight between the brain and the heart. An
utterly lost road that leads to nothing but dead ends. The composition that just keeps on messing
up as time goes on. Yet they say love doesn’t have conditions.

Is what we told the truth? Does it not have conditions? Does it fix everything? The poise of it
just screams concocted. All just made up to fool humankind, I mean it wouldn’t be the first time
humankind has been trapped into believing something made by others.

It’s said that we live in a parallel universe which they usually call it the other side. Where all
roads there are all but just the opposite of the current world we live in. In this one, I’m calling it
tomorrow land. The land of aspiration.

one day, I will find you!!!!!!!!

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MARGIN

Moon is a friend
Rain is comfort
Life is hell
Day is a nightmare
Sleep is heaven
Death is a dream
Happiness is an illusion
Emptiness is reality

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THE RISING

RISE TO ONE’S FEEET

From deep within the chronicles of love to

the lane of Trenches. It has really been a
cloudburst full of betrayal, forgery and
relegations. But through it
all, the opposite of these actions revealed
true intentions of these
things.

The rising, rising through difficulties in

life to be a better version of the previous
version. As the sun rises for better days, rising through mountains and persevering through it all.
I guess it’s true when they say you have to walk through the darkness to reach light at the end of
the tunnel.

The rising. A word signified for legends in the making. A legend in himself, a legend in the
making.

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TRIBUTES AND SPECIAL THANKS

MME MATSHIDISO MATLALA

Don’t know how to express my gratitude towards you but this was the best way possible I could
do. In relation to what happened I still managed to cross your name on my heart as the giver of
an angel cause of what you gave to this world is more than just a human being but a blissful
breath that soothes the heart piece of love.

Even though things didn’t go as planned. I still acknowledge you and for what you have done for
this world.as I drift off to my own journey without your daughter by my side, I hope you
continue to keep on blessing her wherever she goes and keep growing with her.one thing for sure
is that whoever she is with. They have the best human being life has to offer.

Continue resting in eternal peace. Peacefulness and harmony

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JACOB SELEPE MODIBA

Crazy how we never know what we have until it’s gone right. The thought of losing you is still
haunting me even now. Miss you more than anything in this world. If only humankind had the
ability to turn back time surely many things would change for the better and surely, I would still
get to see you again. The thought of losing you is taunting and haunting at the same time, yet I
know that wherever you are, they are so lucky to have an angel such as you.

Keep on flying high and shining upon us as you did while you were still alive. Grateful for being
raised by a wise man like you. One might say the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.

Continue resting in peace pops.

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