Ke sekwankwetla,ke mosadi wamakhonnthe,ke lejwe la moralla ke mma tiisetso moradi wa mathata,ke mamello,ke mosadi wa ntja dialoma,jonna wee keopelwa ke hlooho,mathata arwetse manolo hodimo,fela ke beya tshepo yaka ho jesu mora modimo,le bona botlatla masholo kea dumela,nne ke ikanne keitse botleng le bobeng ketla tiisetsa.ho fihlela re arohanwa ke ramasedi.ne ke sa tsebe monna enwa ke satane,otla ntsietsa,a mpehe magatheng a lefu,monna enwa ke ganyapa,raditebele o yanshapa,ke ya ikemela,kea ikepela,ke tennwe,ke radifeisi ntja dialoma,ke tennwe ke hlekefetso,ke khathetse ke dithwako.ke tla itwanela Maang.ntlohele ntlohele ha o sa mpatle,let me go,leave me alone,why?why abuse me if u don’t love me?i will nev’r let u misuse me,abuse me,hurt me,onhlekefeditse ho lekane monna.i am a women.i’m not a Your punching back,you turned my house into a boxing ring.i am your wife not opponent.mmele waka otletse matetetso.pelo yaka etletse mahlwele.mahlo aka ke noka ya digapha.ka le baka la hao manna.
A Bag Of Maize-meal
a bag of maize-meal
a brand new t-shirt
keep the dream alive
for us ekasi
gleaming SUV’s snake between tin cubicles and hazard pathways
uniformed motorcades make way through frenzied crowds
. . . the suspense . . . it adds to the excitement
YES! something big is about to happen
well orchestrated talk has always done the trick
Italian suits behind tinted shades
Yes change is finally here, . . maybe, this time . . .
tell a friend to tell a friend
Change, is here!
“this time we will get it right, only you give us one more chance”
well orchestrated talk always does the trick!!
a bag of maize-meal
a branded t-shirt, keep the dream alive . . .
bellows of dust rise high to the heavens
motorcades vanish into the distance
back to life, back to reality
YES! its always the same
a bag of maize-meal, a branded t-shirt
NO!! DAMNIT
WE NEED CHANGE . . . NOW!!
Seven
Seven sins, seven deaths, seven possibilities.
Seven ways of hate and seven ways of suffering.
Seven lies, seven judges, seven fallen angels.
Constant sadness, daily, always, never ever fails.
Seven sins that cause hurt and pain and maybe even death.
Seven demons laugh and torture me never put to rest.
Illuminate (An Apology)
Surrounded be your love, I feel like I can conquer anything.
Surrounded by your love I feel whole again.
Surrounded by broken shards of glass, without your guidance they pierce me.
Without you, they kill me.
The glass draws me out.
Drawing me out into a more familiar land.
A land that makes no sense.
A desolate, chaotic land.
Chaotic yet familiar.
Overexposure.
It becomes a part of me.
It became who I am.
A way of life to which I knew no different.
As easy as the chaos seems, I search for meaning.
I search for something.
Around you the chaos eased and I felt real.
I felt that for the first time I was truly alive.
That for the first time I meant something real to someone.
I didn’t have to hide and for the first time this darkness wasn’t over me.
Illuminate.
Addicted to your presence.
Addicted to the clarity you brought me.
Addicted to you.
Yet,
Within me lies a weakness.
My inability to give up my familiarity.
I am unable, unable to become what you need me to be.
Unable.
I can’t lose you.
Can’t lose all the silly combinations, where if one is missing the other makes no sense.
Broken.
I lost my way.
I become the person you despise the most.
I became the thing I despise the most.
I became the person I prayed I never would, promised I would never be, with you.
I am unfixable, I thought you were my revelation.
Unforgivable.
A darkness now clouds me, more than ever before.
And I am lost. Lost more than ever before. T
o break a person I love, as much as I have you, kills me.
To hurt you, when I promised myself I never would, when I promised you I never would, destroys me.
I will never forgive myself.
Disappointment.
Disappointed because I could be what you needed me to be.
Disappointed with myself.
As hard as I tried to change, I was too weak.
Too weak. Ashamed.
An ending.
To leave.
To break this bond.
To break us.
Hurt.
In a way I never knew was possible.
An inevitable event.
I long to be the person you need.
I wish it could be me.
To save you from pain, I removed myself.
To save you from more pain, I removed myself.
I tried being a better person.
You deserve better.
You deserve better than this.
Better than me.
I long to be with you.
I long to be part of you.
I want to change.
I want to be better, stronger.
I want to be everything you need me to be.
I’m just sorry that I couldn’t be…
The Educated Unknown
She didn’t have a birth certificate,
No name of her own, unknown
Harami is what they called her kind.
Hid away in the servants’ backrooms,
Under a black Burka and old clothes.
Her father unknown, her mother well-known.
But she would learn.
Listening carefully daily while cleaning the house,
She heard and recited the words from the books taught by the teachers.
She memorized the poems, letters and stories and
In the dead of midnight, would recite them.
She hungrily sat at the cook’s feet when everyone was gone,
The mean old lady who taught her to read, with head slaps for mistakes made.
Old newspapers, books or notes were stolen then returned,
And the magical numbers helped her know her age.
She knew that one day she too would go to school,
Read new books and have a school uniform just like everyone else.
Heart-strung
My heart murmur
ticks over
in time with
the sleeping breaths
you take together
in bed
Soon I will
be able to
sing you a death rattle
Give or take
a few days
my peace
peace is my love.
every effort i willingly made.
that is, until recent:
to fight or not to fight.
waking up day by day
in my mind you make a stay.
during my days and nights
in mine heart you build a home.
keeping in touch is what i do.
not forgeting to remember you too,
as i am fighting inner conflicts:
battle of reality and bogus.
if only you were near
that maybe would cease my fear.
heartache is what i fear to bear
but that is if i do drop a tear.
so, my peace.
as long as you are not a tease,
i beseech you
make an effort and stay…
as my heart is your home
never dare try to be gone.
having you means to me having life
and with your nature i am in love.
peace is what i love
and you are my peace i love.
so whether i fight or i not
this bond i will keep blazing hot!
Madiba’s’ Voters
Madiba’s’ voters live in a revolution said to be like a standardised selling price but all half televised.
Where begging rises after the baking of bread for bribes.
Where leading heads were left for flies.
Now Madiba’s Voters will you memorise –
How Sharpville and now Marikana were barely kept alive.
After the Capt arrived to quickly act in 5.
Shooting to kill like they still yearn for Hector’s life.
Madiba’s Voters
Who owns the backstabber’s knife, track records rights,
land-grabbing sites, grand, lavish lives and 10/11 wives?
Yet mass freedom hasn’t had a slice.
Madiba’s Voters
Truth be told that on an eluding road we were brewed and sold like our crude and gold.
And in a human tone I turn my food to stone.
Like what Madiba’s Voters threw and thrown.
Madiba’s Voters
Felt more outer within like something out of their skin was about to begin.
Their ’94 heard the sounds of the win, the shout o’ power was louder and even louder the skin.
The townships crowded..â€The townships are crowded and shouting again!!â€.
Their X marks Madiba and they’d be proud to defend.
“The Great Lion of the Struggle right down to the endâ€
Zillions of Madiba’s Voters hail the name.
Madiba’s Voters in various tongues from the greater plain.
From Qunu’s Thembu reign to the Peru Lane & even if you travel Spain in heavy rain
Or you are in a gravy train.
In a sick nation Madiba’s Voters synchronise with his ailing days
Carrying hope but no place to stay.
Indeed the faithful saints face a great delay.
But still the state of the State today won’t take away….Their Madiba’s’ vote.
What is…?
What is blood without the veins?
Mud without the rains,
A sore without the pains,
God without the praise?
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 What is to walk without the trails,
To talk without the sayings,
A road without a way…
A home without a stay?
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What is bought without the sales?
A goal without a game,
A no without a nay,
The Lord without the prayers?
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 What is fraud without the Mayors?
Or corn without the maize,
A scroll without a page,
A wall without the gate?
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What is a fall without being great?
Being born without the age,
A foe without the hate,
A floor without the stage?
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 What is a roar without a rage?
A lock without the chains,
A shark without the whales,
A heart without the brains?
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 What is a star without the space?
Like playing cards without the Ace,
A call without the fate,
A law without the State?
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 What rots without the waste?
A court without a case,
A run without a race,
A run without a chase,
What is…?
Heart Dance
My heart dances to free-
The world behind lenses.
Where the rhythm goes-
Through hidden doors
To find answers.
As the feeling grows-
Beneath the clothes
The vibe enters.
So don’t bruise and brake,
Just move and shake
Your five senses.
And for all human’s’ sake-
Shall it awake
Devine senses.
With shadows bright-
As candle-light
For blind lenses.
With endless height-
To anxious sight
My heart dances.
