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Survived the storm

Have you ever wished that there was no such thing as jealous? This story is my would be life; the life which came to abrupt halt by jealousy and greed. The life which i wanted so bad;thrown to ash in the blink of an eye…

It was about 10years ago when i completed my matric.Everything was perfect ,i wanted to make it big in life.All i wanted was the best for my family; i was willing to work hard and make that happen,luckily my grandfather had been saving all these years for my tertiary education.I was the first in the family to complete matric and go study at a college.

I worked hard when i got there because i knew where im from and i did wana dissapoint my family,Everything was running smooth until i finish my first semester and when i was supposed to do my second simester people started talking
and because my grandfather was too old he was convinced by a neighbour to stop paying for my studies: he didnt want to do that but ended up doing it anyway and i had to drop out.

It felt like stap that wasnt bleeding and i was scared to go home in that mind people will laugh at,its a very big pain when someone wants something bad enough and people keep on taking it away.For the first time in my life i was working as a domestic worker and i knew i was gona go back and finish where i left of with that money and for love my mother had for me,i was stronger than ever and was ready to face the world.She used to buy me smaller things i needed every month end and i was like any other girl my age but still i was angry and i have decided to turn to alcohol for comfort,i bought bought alcohol for me and my friends but then this was somehow becomung a habit so i was back to square one…..continues

“You reap what you sow”

Be inspired to do what is good,
Don’t stop learning;
You will reap what you sow
Good trees brings; good fruits
Bad tress brings; bad fruits,
Learn what you need,
And you will prosper.

Where I’m from

Caught muffled muzzled fought
Struggled scrapped delivered enfranchised
Chastised misunderstood ask if you would do it?
Make promises and not keep to it? Devastate with tyranny when life has so much more to it
Produce deuces stacking corpses
Forces fists clenched pounding at hearts
Behind eyes scoped in destruction
On the flip side
We have people that reside
To scope skill
Aiming to thrill
Not kill
Heal this land
No fill
If you will?
I beg your indulgence
This place has a certain exuberance
An unattended ambience
Minus the gun violence
This loss of life is nonsense
It just don’t make no sense
Do you understand the implication of your action?
Love lost
Lives tossed
Hatred embossed
A community in constant mourning
Where tragedy comes in the morning
Another act against the enemy
Malicious intent
Better thinking defiant
People dying for Madibas
When his legacy is in his living
Selflessly devoted his life to a cause
That showed me
You have the potential
To change your situation
No need for out of body vices
I might not be his calibre
That produces keynotes
Advancing me the key to notes
Unlocking life mapped in the ink
Tattooed in the folio
Connecting me to this earth
As an inhabitant of the global village
But where I’m from there is a spillage
of trampled indigenous foliage
Still unravelling the lessons
Able to fathom
The moment I don my cap
Consciously taking life into consideration
With gusto in God’s flow.

The story of my life

Grew up without a father but became a man
Grew up without a mother but became one
Grew up without guidance but became straight
Grew up without respect but earned it
Grew up without wings but became their angel
Grew up without love but became loved
Grew up without anything but became something
Grew up without power but became strength
Grew up without courage but became comfort
Grew up without direction but led nations
Grew up without a name but sat in the hall of fame
Grew up to become them but became me
Grew up in a hopeless place but became hope
Grew up in silence but became speech
Grew up in fear but became brave
Grew up in darkness but became light
Grew up as a loser but became a hero
Grew up naked but became wise
Grew up slow but had direction
Grew up nowhere but got somewhere
Grew up to be the best but became the greatest
Grew up blind but did wonders
Grew up to become a teacher but became a preacher
Grew up as a sinner but became blessed
I might not have anything but still I am worth something…

Why?

Why do I feel so confused?
This isn’t me
I am usually decisive, strong and completely in control
But I feel lost, sad and emotionally needy
Why?

I never let things get me down
I am never insecure
I always know where I am and who I am
Why not now?

Why does he have such a hold?
Why does falling for someone have to be this hard?
It feels like punishment and what did I do to deserve it.

Why did we even meet when it’s clear we’re not meant to be together
What is the purpose?
I know I should be looking for the lesson in it… Why can’t I see it?

I’m asking all the questions with no answer at the ready..
I think I now why… I’M just not ready

To hear the answers I know to be true
Because it means that I have will have to give up you.

” Wake up”

Young people, be attentive
And do well,
why are sleeping,
wake up.
The day is already shining,
come and see;
The goodness of sunshine.

People are rejoicing
And they enjoy the work,
of their hands,
Hard work is a journey
Nothing comes easy,
Hard work pays
Season is coming.

Defeated

Days like these I feel like ripping every ounce of myself apart, jumping on my heart barefoot and setting it ablaze.
Sometimes I hope I’d wake up to whispers of a sweet lalaby reassuring my conscious self of the dream I’ve been dwelling upon for the past two years.
My faith be tested beyond measure while my heart be rendered invaluable, where do I go from here, do I contine with the faith and determination to love limitlessly or do I throw in the towel and declare myself DEFEATED…

Liberty

Liberty;
where is Liberty
our youth is corrupted,
our beloved children smoke drugs
They always drinking alcohol,
young children bore babies
Is this Liberty,
You call this Liberty?

Liberty;
where is Liberty
Children are raped,
women are abused
crime is increasing,
young and old people commit
suicide; everyday
Is this Liberty,
you call this Liberty.

Liberty;
where is Liberty
our government is corrupted
There is fraud after fraud,
In the country of blindness
one eyed man; is the king
is this Liberty,
You call this Liberty?

“Refuse to be weak”

Refuse to be weak
It seems so tragic that;
Everyone under the sun
Suffers the same fate,
That’s why people are not
more careful to be good.

Instead, they choose their own;
mad course;
For they have no hope,
There is nothing ahead
But death anyway
But listen try hard to be good,
Refuse to be weak.

Canvass

So I find myself with pen in hand while staring at a blank canvass
Where do I go from here
Equipt with arms for war
Will I conquer?,
Will I defeat my greatest nemesis,
Raise above the quakes of hurt and regret
And find within that canvass what once belonged to me
My self righteousness!

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