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So broken as glass, a feeling of it is over
Neither under the moon will they reach, not even my strong feet can reach
Is it too far?
Was it so short?
Can we believe it?
Keep breaking my heart
Keep playing my mind
Farther I cannot go
Under a tree will I rest with thorns as my pillow and wish to have a peaceful dream
FLANEGAN THABO NTSHOTSHO
Be like a tree, stand like him
Feed without favour
Bear beautiful leaves
The rain a true companion
Lighting a rod to him
Tasty his fruits, everyone is impressed
Bitter his fruits, no one is impressed
His roots he never forgets, they his anchor
Have many hands like his branches
Take no advantage when his young
Careful when grown, he will crush anything
He is humble, the beginning of clarity
FLANEGAN THABO NTSHOTSHO
Most of them are north
Only those of broken hearts and thoughts remained south
Dreamers of money
I; am a fool to write this piece
Wisdom is better at the hands of those seeking him
She told me of older man and their fortune
For a moment I nearly drowned in my misery
I said his bones are as weak as his strength
His eyes as dim as the colour grey, but once he was young and great, it was then when his fortune was laboured for
Now he is not old enough, but weary of life
Now my princess go find yourself a hard working boy, grow with him, tell him of the rich old man and the sadness in his eyes
He will be astonished and question and say a rich old man who is sad?
Tell him not to waste your energy in getting rich; my son for the only regret of the rich is dying not in peace, bur poor slumber.
The poor die is harshly, but where they rest is quiet, golden and peaceful
FLANEGAN THABO NTSHOTSHO
No star shone, moon was not visible
Those of pleasure never noticed
Cowards went for the caves
Children are better when parents don’t lie
Grey, dark stormy night
Stormy night stormy heart
Don’t lie, please never lie
A man who fights with trees
Help me wake early
FLANEGAN THABO NTSHOTSHO
Her eyes, never have I seen such light
No one beautiful was ever like her
No one is perfect, but no one truly sculptured her way
Her smile would charm dead or alive
She was beauty
In spite of angelic figure she had no angel inside of her
Her heart was cold, for everyone she loved is dead. Each gentle heart crushed to pieces
It was really her stone heart
FLANEGAN THABO NTSHOTSHO
For the cold and grey walls, to the chains
The past to promise the future, yet is the same past
He died to loosen man, they were taught freedom and still they circled chains and build prisons
Let the bird be free even though it fly’s
The man said, sun and moon were once married
Tomorrow the sun will lonely come, but brighter
That night the moon will be moon
So He died to make us live, let us live to kill no one, capture no one and us to freely live
FLANEGAN THABO NTSHOTSHO
He spoke of birth, life and her
Such sweet sense, never have I heard since
He was of all nothing to say, but scorn was heard from every word
Never was a wise man that fooled his thoughts
So was not a fool who said anything godly
Each was surprised, for what? Ignorance
So I realise just like many when it was already late
Please sir show me a late man
A man and a woman past him and bid him peace
An animal and the highest of the flying birds
He turned and walked at given time
He waved and talked, but lastly he looked at the sky while the clouds were staring down on him
It was a mystery to many who witnessed, why did it happen they said softly
He was a gentle being
Not a word he could hear, he was deaf, not to the sound of quite joy, but to all evil and lies
FLANEGAN THABO NTSHOTSHO
Its not always what you think of
Its not always what you expect
This is about rules that are broken
This is about a dynamite blowing big holes
You’ll never understand this,like you did not understand math
They be waving hands higher but if you check under their feet,there is a table
Talking so much like a brass band playing many trumpets
But it all turns to this “What’s outside its not always what’s inside”
Yes they look so harmless but yet so evil
Beware of a wounded tiger,also beware of its cubs
Why can’t I have the guts like I had them before?
It is just a disguise,nothing special
Like a couple fighting in their bedroom but smiling at their children
Why is it so hard to just end it like I ended so many before?
What is it that is pinning me on this relationship?
“Yes honey I love you too” But hold on who are we bluffing
At night we are like world War II,But daytime we’re Romeo n Juliet
Why…Why…Why……………
Unkosi Rholihlahla Mandela,
born into the Madiba clan in the village of Qunu
grow up in Mvezo in Umtata,Transkei
Dalibhunga, the prince of the Tembu tribe
son of umama Nonqaphi Nosekeni
son of Nkosi Hendry Mphakanyiswa Gadla Mandela
father of South African freedom
ward of Chief Jongintaba Dalindyebo
at the Great Place in Mqhekezweni
acting regent of the Thembu nation
boy from the Thembu royal homestead
icon of peace and justice.
sun that rises in the grim atmosphere
commander-in-chief of Umkhonto we Sizwe
dedicated himself to the struggle of the African people
South Africa’s greatest son
the greatest leader of our time
the giant of the South African history
the Son of Africa’s children
uBawomkhulu,
the man who pioneered the new patriotism in this unique country
the principal of his destiny
the commander of his soul
he represented hope and freedom
through his dignity, through his triumph, he inspired millions
the father of our nation
He who will live on in the hearts & minds of people throughout the world
the one who cherished the ideal of a democratic and free society
he who taught us reconciliation
he who embraced his enemies
one of the brightest lights of our world has gone out
a great tree has fallen
the son of a Tembu tribal chieftain is gone
Siyakuhlonipha
Tata Sizokukhumbula
Hamba kahle Tata!
