Hartseer vul my lewe
Soos trane jou oe
My liefde ek’t jou verloor
Jou soet stem vul
my gedagtes met musiek
Ek vra vir nog net een vliek
Die golwe van die see
jou n afstand ver geneem
Nou is als so vreemd
Die blou kamer muur
jou oe se ewige staar
Is jy dan regtig klaar
n Kombers van stilte
vul die eens se gelag
My liefie jy’t belowe jy sou wag
My liefie
Haunting
When i wake i see u
my heart starts paining
my eyes moist like dew
any ounce of joy waning
i met u once
yet you still haunt me
we only spoke once
that meeting destroyed me
for i dont forget you
i cant move forward
your’e no ghost thats true
but by you i’m haunted
if only you’d leave my thoughts
for there you dwell
another mothers daughters
for you make living hell
Irresolute Clay
With potters hands you formed me
Designed me
Made me in your image
Formed me with your grace
With a sculptor’s creativity
You cut away the mess
As if to say
Here is a piece of irresolute clay
An unfinished work of art
Placed in a furnace
To harden and shape
An artist creating
An image of Himself
Loved and precious
Humanity
Millions of pieces of irresolute clay
Irresolute( doubfull, infirm of purpose, vaccilating, unsure of how to act
Pain
You made my life a playground
Each time you enter my body i feel out of this world
When i think of you my mind gets dark and
I run out of joy
Why are you so bitter?
You do not tell when you come,
Hope and smile leaves me when you come near to me.
Sometimes i forget that they do exists in life
Your presence in mi body bring rain out of my eyes everyday
You make every question to have answer no
Thoughts have gone black; energy is what i am looking for.
You tormented me
You do not feel pity or shame about my emotions
Sunrise and sunset but you don’t give me relief
Nights pass away with mi eyes open, listening to headache
When i look into the mirror i see rain going through mi face
Looking at the pieces of events, they do not give sense,
Why is a word that dominates my thoughts;
Are you happy to see me in this situation?
What is your aim about me? Why me? Still i get answers no
You direct my mind to the graveyard, where everyone has peace
Where crying and complaining are strange things
What the reason for me to be alive, my everyday question
Happy people around making no sense to me
How do they find hope and happiness in their lifes?
Day’s passes and you still in my body,
Aren’t you getting tired of my complains about you?
Pain i felt you and i respect you,
Relief is what i crave for now, peace is
What i need most, pain go away, go away
You have been mi enemy for too long
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
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
Right Now
Right now I am incapable of discipline.
Right now I’m lost to the idea of bettering one’s self.
Right now I have the will of a man who has none.
Right now when I gaze at my reflection I see not a man,
I see a 20 something year old boy.
Right now I am a boy who still makes excuses for his shortcomings,
And blaming my circumstances
Right now my family would be hurt if they found out that’s what I wrote
The truth is I have it better than most.
Right now I am thinking about an old girlfriend.
Right now I need to stop thinking about an old girlfriend.
Right now I have to get out of bed.
Right now I have to find some discipline.
Right now I need to become excited at the idea of bettering one’s self.
Right now is the time to do it
Your moment is…
Right Now!
Thank you Jehovah
Why have You drawn me
to You -from everyone else
what do You see in me
that no-one else sees
You have loved me from the start
even when i never reciprecated
You give me so many chances
knowing I will let you down again
thank you Jehovah
for loving me for giving me life
thank You for listening to me
even though i am dust
thank You for your son
oh Jah of the heavens thank you thank you thank you
You give so many chances
