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For You I Could Write Otherwise

I will write you the poetry that you want to hear
About beauty and truth and the love you hold dear
About many-coloured flowers kissed by the beaks of many coloured birds
Of fortresses reaching proudly to the sky
Proclaiming ours is a land of virtue and truth

I will not write of race or religion or creed
I will not write of problems or secrets or fear
But I will write of the joys of posting a letter, to the president who strives for better
I will write of reading my paper, with a smile on my face, another case dismissed, a murder, a rape.

I will not write of injustice that is not my call
I will not write of the struggle I wasn’t born
Of the lives that were lost to provide me with freedom
I will not write of the cost to the family the children
Of a thousand sorrowful songs I can only dream
I am a white man I cannot fight all the wrongs.

I will not write of an ache that goes deeper than the soul
Of an ache that pierces the generations of Africa like a hole
I will not write of the war cries I hear in the night
The children of freedom who continue to fight and to fight
I will instead write of the cool air in your cars
As you turn away from a beggar asking for alms

I will not write of the aching, the aching in my bones
For Africa is crying, Africa my home
I will not write what has been written of revolution songs
That the blind man sings as he takes up arms
Of these things I will not write.
For Africa is bleeding and you choose to ignore
The scars you gave, the scars that she bore

Africa is bleeding and I must admit
That I am a white man, a redneck, a wit
And I choose to embrace the land of my birth
The land I’ll fight for with bullets and verse.

But I will write of the beauty of another sunrise
As the moon descends and Africa opens her sleepy eyes
I will write of the lion proud as can be
Of the slithering snake and the bumble bee
I will write you a song, a sweet lullaby
To end the nightmares of a lands broken cry.

Mother Africa

Africa, great mother of al, where omega be the first and the walls of Jherico falls. A continent so diverse, oft tongue oft skin oft race, graceland to the king as the dying hope for grace. Mother Africa, most sinister love you give, as suffering still comerce in the well we all still wish.You humor the sick to be so strong, you fool those in praise as death still reap reality and lead to a lamenting song. O Africa, o mother to all, hear the homeless suffer and hear the hungry call, see the poor in dispair and jest the way they crawl, look as nations tumbeling a down the hill they fall. O mother land, so dry is the sand we stand on, burning our footprints and scorching our shadows for so long. O mother Africa, where do we belong? why must we be slaves to a system rightfully wrong? Africa, o mother of a greater need, oft wicked ways where evil never sleep, where terror suffer insonia and pain still roam the street, why do we have to suffer, is a lover on our need? Why do we have to speak with hate and violence and harm one another to bleed? Why can’t we live and be? instead of shelter away and dispose of the masks we see, why be so robotically? and rather live life free, to be who we are, truly are and not pretend to be, not like,whereas a tale oft fable and oft weak, no tale of struggles in our streets or dying of the young,but more the history of a nation as one, a path walked and not just sung. O mother Africa, mother land to all, unite us as a nation before we all will fall, let us stand united, mother, hear my call!!!!!

the broken wing

Yesterday felt like any other day
With the sun smiling right through my face
The waves of the sea moving high and low
And the wheezing wind moving south to north

The cage was open for me to fly free
But my broken wing wouldn’t allow me
Forbidden freedom was towards me
And accepted wisdom was against me

But today is not yesterday
Today does not feel like any other day
Today I cut loose all obtacles in my way
Yes, I move forward with my broken wing, today

They said that it is impossible to fly with a single wing
I say it is possible, if you believe

Today I am walking against forbidded freedom
Today I am running towards accepted wisdom
Yes, today, I am flying with my broken wing.

Judge Me

Did you ever stop to ask if I am doing fine,
Or what’s been on my mind?
But you would rather comment on the amount of make-up
I put on,
Yes you would rather judge me-

Maybe all I’m looking for, is a friend,
You could have been there just to help mend;
But you would rather comment on all the clothes that
I put on,
Yes you would rather judge me-

My sisters, did it not make sense when I often stayed off work,
And when I did return, all you did was smirk,
But you would rather comment on the amount of days
I was off,
Yes you would rather judge me-

Women! Look into my empty eyes.
Listen to my silent cries.
Feel my undetected pain.

Are you not suppose to be a mother, a sister, a friend?
Where’s the compassion that you show your own but not a stranger?
Aren’t we protectors, nurturers, defenders?

All the make-up, all the clothes and all the days off?
They are just to cover the hurt!
Sssshh! Its okay, don’t comment and don’t judge me.

This world

This world has become a stage where everyone does whatever he or she feels like doing at his or her own time.
Busy pleasing the world out there where he or she receives no profit cause they which he or she is trying to please are also at work pleasing others and getting lost in the way of pleasing others.
That’s the reason why he or she is down on his or her knees, cause he or she values a copy more than an original.
Humanity has lost its ground with people holding their peace from good, gathering up all the riches of this world to themselves as if there is a truck that flies to Heaven to carry their riches with them.
This world has become a playground where people get to play with innocent souls just to fulfil their filthy souls.
Where people pretend to love you only to realize that to them, you’re just a teabag and a nappy, once used you’re thrown away.
Where people expect much out of life than it expect in them, throwing them with dissapointments that tear them apart day by day.
Where people are too good to be true, faking smiles as if they are facebook emojies and creating fake identities for themselves just to earn likes cause likes speak louder than words this days.
But if it is by the will of God then it is okay with my soul cause its okay not to be okay when people are okay.
The question is, have you ever wondered, do you ever wonder, will you ever wonder who you are than who you should be and wanna be in life?

Thank You

What can i do mum, to show that i love you?
How will you know, you’re a friend and not a foe?
You need to know how precious you are…
You shine in the dark nestled amongst a billion stars!
Through your struggles, your pain, heartache and tears
You never gave in; you just veiled your fears
Your relentless serenity, your conscientious charm
Your instincts of protection which keeps me from harm
So tell me mum, what can i do to show that i love you?
“My child…a simple thank you will more than do”

Helping hand

Nadia was a young woman who used to sell vetkooks in a local train station. Early twenties,lightskinned,dark circles around her eyes and petite. Everyday i passed her when i went to school i used to wonder why she is not at school. I always wanted to stop, greet and have a decent conversation with her but the vetkook business was busy and she always looked so tired for casual chit chats. During seasons changes, from the freezing winter mornings to windy August mornings, she was always there. One morning she had a companion. A man. The man i have see before. He used to go around the hood asking for money,food,a homeless man. That morning he was bathed and clean. Nadia took him home the previous day and nursed him. People kept asking Nadia how she did it. She replied ”All i did was to ask. I asked to help him and he said yes. Helping me this morning is his way of showing how thankfull he is”. That response almost broke my heart. Help. All along i believed she was the one who needed help and yet she helped someone. No matter what hardship she went through she understood that someone out there needed a hand to pick them up. That somehow she had something that others did not have and that gave her an upper helping hand. I wanted to hold her hand and say God Bless You but as usual she was surrounded by a crowd of her loyal customers. When she lifted her head i shouted the three words-Go Bless You and she gave a faint smile nodding a simple thank you. I always wanted to talk to her but that morning i felt like i got all the answers i ever had. A glance at my watch i realised i was getting late for my first class. I ran to school.

Black steel

Blac was never white just like these mirrors never learnt to be honest.
Encrypted on these walls are secrets to why we never saw sunrise,
why death woke us up on the sorcerer’s hour.
These grounds are full of decay.
These gumboot dances remind us of the era of mine workers who dug deeper holes in hopes of finding treassures of gold and instead found graves to where our ancestors lay.
They tapped on those boots as if trying to tap the nation into order.
Law and order was brought by these guns we rose to and layed upon.
Black child, black consciousness, black pride,
were scriptures we meditated upon.
They sang songs of provocation; a revolution was upon us.
They stood firm on these grounds destroying the aura they had created for these colonial masters.
Black was surely conceived from wombs of strength.
They were the black diamonds,
metiers of rock.

life of greatness

He saved a pupil soiled and earmarked with the blood of innocence
With his return cries of freedom were sung from shallow graves
As a formidable contender against prejudice he was undeterred by his limitations
The bearer of a nation founded on prejudice displayed a grandeurs nature
Tata Mandela, a fabric to which a whole land was cultivated and sown back together
A warrior who portrayed divine providence and liberated pupils after years of incarceration
As the rainbow that shown light into a dark nation he was flawless in his ways but unique in his take
Through his charismatic leadership he brought peace, liberated minds imprisoned for centuries and created a safe refuge for the displaced
Those who passed but never forgotten were praised with prose from a man who understood their sacrifice
Many words of endearment have been used to speak of his bravery but none of which fully encompassed his greatness
A leader who’s charismatic ways were admired by many worlds over
His courage and ability to forgive his perpetrators was like none other
He refused to let his past experiences cloud his vision for a united nation
On to the future he statuously marched with his magical aura and unique shirts
He embarked on a long walk to freedom filled with sacrifices and bittersweet moments
He coined historic phrases of wisdom that have inspired enemies to mend fences
He softened the hearts of those who only knew to hate thy neighbours
He influenced the desire to forgive in the hearts of victims who only knew decades of injustice
He exhumed elements of a saint but man he remained
With a defiant spirit he negotiated an end to a lifetime of structural indifference and hardship against people of colour
In his mind’s eye all man were born equal and none was inherently hateful
There was a magnificence about him that stood the test of time until his death bed
He remained constant throughout his life through a display of common humanity

Survived the storm-2

Friends dont steal from each other but the one i had was an absolute the opposite,We would share anything but mine was for a big catch for her, I remember telling her about my new man and she was laghing hardly at how ugly the man was but i loved him anyway and i was not willing to sacrifice losing him for my single friend who would joke of him everytime we were out for some fun.It is crazy how this particular friend of mine felt deep down inside about this man,she had the hearts for him and was willing to do everything in his power to sbatch him from me,so one day i was on my way home when i accidentaly saw my friend and my man together laughing their lungs out and the fact of the matter is they never saw me.That very moment i pinched myself hard because i couldnt believe my eyes,I was shockely terrified.That day i knew it was over for me.

I went home,tried to call him and when he answered i said ‘Are you in love with her?’ and he said ‘yes so wat?The begging of good things was now the end.I thought i was somehow reckless but then i remember the words my mother told me ‘good man cant be stolen’ and that menute i was strong again and i was willing to move on to better things and forget the bitter past.

Two years later i met someone and i wasnt sure if i wana be more than friends with them ,i didnt wana experience heart ache again, back when i comprehend the words,which had sailed through my ears of the man i love,that rejection was somehow strangling me to death and i have never felt that in my intire life.It was clear he was leaving me for someone else ,he was leaving me for my so called friend…

I had dreams like everyone else but mine were so hard for me to fulfill because of the friends i keep.I had hope that one day i would meet someone who would make me forget every sad chapter in my life and speaking of who:There was this Martin guy one hell hotty a girl would want to have ,he was the who purchase and we met one day.I felt the connection there,we would chat for long hours,text each other daily and the was no doupt in my mind he was the one but i had to be sure first.

But who was i kidding because i ended up with him anyway now the very same girl who stole my boyfriend had kept her distance but not for long.He came to my place begging for forgiveness because she finally saw i had moved on and she wanted to know what she was missing and because i am a happy soul i forgave her and we were back at being friends.This time around she was acting all innocent and i was convinced that she was indeed changed.we started hanging out together as we used to.Trust me when i say some people never change and my friend was one of them…

My friend was heartless and didnt care for other people but only herself,she made my life a living hell.This time she was flirting with my new man on social media as unknown until my man asked her who she was,she told him and when asked why she was doing that whreas we are friends: she told my man that i wasnt a woman enough for my man and when Martin refused to play along she decided to create false stories about me and that lie had a huge impact on my current relationship.

Men are so complicated sometimes because instead of confronting me he decided to fade away ,he was distant,he stoped texting and his silence was killing me until one day he decided to tell me ‘baby you are beatiful and smart im sure you are happy with your current man so leave me alone and concentrate on your man and a baby’.What a fat lie he heard from my so called friend and again this time i had lost him for no reason.

I Thought to myself that happiness was not part of me because it didnt last,i thought i was meant to live a lonely life and that i deserve to be hurt.Thathat very moment i chose to live my life with no friends and i decided that my friends will be my mother and my siblings until one day i came across i very motivative ,it was answering all my questions and i was ready to start a new chapter of my life.

I was happy and i thought common now the man who deserve me happiness is this one i have friendzoned all this time.
You how free you are to tell your friend(man) about the man you are dating and he is always there to listen and sometimes its funnuy how they able to hide their feelings knowing that they would lose you if they ever tried to tell you how they really feel.And it funny how we started and emmedietly he swa me crying he hugged me tied and told me,its gona be ok and then we kissed ,Thats how i survived the storm bacause he was not planning to leave anytime soon he was there from the begging through thick and thin,Today we have a beatiful daughter by the name of Hope and our love is still going strong.

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