Golden sun leaves now
sky darkens slowly over the earth
silver moon is here
Archives for August 2015
Evening
I am who I am
I carry my origins in on my face for I am a collection of my ancestor’s choices,
I hope that I have made them proud to name me daughter.
I am the granddaughter of warriors, peacemakers, revolutionaries and poets.
I have forged my character in the depths of despair, in the mist of oppression, in the acceptance and love reflected in a mother’s eyes.
I hope to learn, to grow and be more than yesterday.
I am the hope of my mother, the proof of fertility and the aspiration of a future.
I am sister, cousin, beloved, and friend.
I am the creator of my own experiences and the writer of my story,
I make no apologies and require no praise.
I am a collection of moments and the portrait of complexity.
I am my experiences, worries, fears and prejudices.
I am a warrior.
I am a poet.
I am the past, the now, the potential.
I am as I have always been:
DIMAKATSO.
Twenty years
Its been twenty years
still you’re my fear
tried to forget you
WHAT can i do
wine i have tried
only to make me tired
avoid your name
unfortunately its a common name
your husband has forgotten you
i only pray that mine does too
you’re not in the country
i am still not free of you
its been twenty years
you’re still my biggest fear
so now i am on meds
please thoughts leave my head
perhaps i should cease to exist
thoughts about you wont persist
I am a born writer
With a smell of my mama’s breast milk;
And a t-shirt or occassionally a shirt in my mouth;
Crunching and crushing it with my two little teeth;
The only teeth I had had, in Zulu we call them abathakathi;
With no pants, just a diaper that had inherited a new color;
I was living a sedentary lifestyle; But what nobody tacit, I’d started working; My career in writing had instigated, already. I was doodling and scrawling on the floor, In my mama’s stuffed little rondavel; Nicely polished with a cow muck; Mama cooking on a three-legged pot, On wooden fire, unfettering a pungent spiteful smoke; Or sometimes washing dishes, On a cream-white pail, that was once white, But now, tainted by the smoke. I paid no attention, I got used to it; It was my daily perfume; All I cared doing was to doodle squiggles on the floor, Scribbling whatsoever I wanted, the way I wanted it; With no rules for syntax and spelling.
It all looked like noughts, or infinity signs;
But meant the world to me,
And I could perceive what each nought meant;
And if I could speak, I’d declaim it out loud;
Nourish the people from my demitasse of gen;
Quench their thirst for knowledge,
And I’d let em gulp from my rivulet of wisdom;
Those noughts were my insight;
And they were foreshadowing my writing career;
And Yea! I am a born writer
Feelings
It took me a day to know you, but a decade to know you from the inside.
It took me a minute to fool you, but a lifetime to love you.
Though I may forget about you for a second, its nothing compared to how I feel about you for hours.
Your pleasant, appealing appearance makes my world much brighter and my days much easier.
I played with your heart a thousand times, broke your trust a million times but still you showed me more million ways to love you.
In you did I not only find my being but also my well being and if I were to be kicked from home, your heart would be the first place I’d think of cause that’s where it feels like home too.
Your place in my heart is like the greatest star of all heaven, it does not move across the sky like all the other stars do, it blinks much faster and shines much brighter than all the other stars, just like your place in my heart.
I thought I loved you but I lied cause at first it was just love at first sigh.
I love you without knowing how, when or where.
I love you simply without pride but with passion.
I love you not for what you have but for who you are and made me.
And if I were to lose my memory, I’d still know that I have loved you with all my heart and that has always been enough for me.
a day to savour
A day to savour
For an eternity before
My day was your night
Your sun my moon
Twice we touched the same time
Thrice we whispered the same line
Once a day to savour
For an eternity in between
Disconnected at the shore
Before the volcano erupted
Timelines were corrupted
We were there before each other
On a day to savour
For an eternity thereafter
Days are days
Nights are nights
But in that winter’s mist
Your lips were kissed
Always this day to savour
