Poetry

A manifestation of the life i live, the love i give, the hurt i endure from a man who claimed to love me...

Life Must Go On…

Let me tell you the way I love thy being
Allow me to blow your direction in words what I feel for you
Give my words an opportunity to bemuse you with their serenity and honesty
Feel the beat of my heart, the rhythm created by a simple touch of thy hand
While clinging to my lips with yours as you kiss me though kissing by the book and giving yourself to me
Oh, touch me, feel me, create in me sparkles trickling down my spin and building lambs in my Kuchiii

With your smile you make me feel at home
With your touch you move mountains in my stomach
With your kiss you send me to heaven and back
You leave me desiring more, wanting more of you and all of you
You leave me licking my lips and touching myself
Needing to give off, getting rid of the edge
Like a junky hooked on cocaine
I’m hooked on your touch

I want you but can’t have you
I need you but can’t see you
I long and crave for you but have to make do with the thoughts and fantasies

I guess we can’t always get what/who we want
Reality strikes us were it hurts the most

I write words seeking to tell you how I feel
I craft and create poetry to accurately declare my feelings
But my words remain scripts I attempt to translate to action but can’t
All because I am crippled by the FACT that you belong to another

Love therefore her for me dearly
Kiss her for me tenderly
Make love to her as you would to me sincerely
Be with her as she is the one you chose and declared to love forever
This to me shows your maturity and manhood

And as I attempt to love another
Allow me the peace to find eternal love
To find he who will make me happy as you her…

Poetry

As we clinch our fists in celebrating Africa Day 25 May, we remember those heros and heroins who defeated the ends of dehumilisation, whose psychology stood the teast of time, whose spirituality conquered all and whose belief and faith made them strong in the most outrageous of situations...This to me emplifies the plight of the African Woman, whose incredible contribution to the struggle is often forgotten and played down. I salute the mother, daughter, aunt, wife, grandmother, mentor, inspirator, motivator - who gave our men the strenght to fight for the course...

Mama Africa

You are the pride of my land
The beauty of this the land of Africans
You are she goddess of this land
The mother to the seas and mountains
The child of Cougar and Jaggaur
You are the spade digging deep in the soil for gold

African woman
You are daughter to the natural ore of our land
The platinum found eMzantsi
The Ivory in the Ivory Coast
The iron found in Central Lands
The oil in Equatorial Gunie
You African Woman are the head train travelling throughout our land
You are the feet of Ezakiel
The legs of Natalle duToit

African Woman
You lifted on your shoulders our brother so they could stand tall
You nurtured your offspring’s, educated them to enable them to reach their heights
You held high the morality of the indigenous Black People
You feed nations from seeds
Taught your people how to love and be loved
You humbled the people of Africa

African Woman
For centuries you gave up your dreams
To see through those of your men and children
You stood in the back seat, giving fame and pushing forward your man
You stay at home while he went to the city of Gold to mine Africa’s natural Resources for foreigner
You took on ploughing and sowing, building and became the head of your home
You became the men/indoda in the absences of our brothers/indoda emnyame

Mama Africa
You have braved evil
Captured hearts
Built families
Feed nations
Sheltered all of Africa’s descendants

You shone when the sun refused to set
Caring when our people needed love
You have smiled when teeth were demolished
You African woman have bore in you bastard children
Yet loved and cared for them at all costs
You have endured pain – the worst kink any human can bare
You have been physically tortured
By those who did as they pleased on your body
But your soul they never captured
They took you in and electrocuted you
Attempted to break your being
But they failed
They have ridiculed your worth
Made you feel unattractive and undesirable
They burnt your face
Hand-cuffed your hands
And clamped your feet
Attempted to silence your further
You instead defeated them with your head and heart

With no limbs only you African woman can rise and shine
You had faith in this land – Africa
You loved this land – Africa
You remain loyal to this Land - Africa
You are a child of this Land – Africa
In fact you are worthy of being elevated to be this land – Africa


Woman of Africa – You are Africa

Poetry

Ambience, Tranquillity, Solace, Serene

The mood was ambivalent
The dinner tranquillising
The music mellow, adding silo-ness to the night
The sky blanketed us under the spell of the moon
He was a gentleman
Soft, sweet, warm and attentive to my needs
I was shy, uncertain and scared
He brushed my hair and touched my face
Sending tickles down my spine
All in my natural suit
He appreciated all of me
And touched me sensitively

I sighed with glee
As I positioned myself comfortably
He looked deeply into me eyes
And asked if I was fine
With a tear in my eyes and a smile on my face
I looked at him, kissed him gently with a sigh of approval

He entered, swiftly as my state of readiness was at its pick
I closed my eyes and saw the stars
I relaxed and felt totally at his mercy
He slowed down to see to my needs and tranquil screams
I held him tighter and closer
Showing him that I needed and wanted him equally
He huffed and I puffed
All sweaty, sticky and sex funky we lay
He was gentle and loving
Asked me if I was on my way
Right then the pain vanished – I nodded asking for more
He puffed and I huffed
Ready to release myself
Told him all was well
We let off love, yes it was love
We lay there sweaty, sex funky
In each others company
Then again we started from scratch
Over and over again we were in each other’s space
Oh that day – like on iron in my head, sticks to my memory corner
Yes, that for me was my first, who still runs marathons in my heart
He who is the only one for me in this world
Yes he is still today my other half – forever to be my own
Oh that day I will always remember…

An Oration for Cde. Robert Mathebula

The quality of an individual should not be judged in accordance to the works he produces but the depth to which his works reach and touch the souls of others…Nkwame Nkruma

Death

Once again you have struck,
Causing unrepairable turmoil to our nation
Like a tornado you’ve come flushing in and destroyed in us a peace and gen of eternity
Like a flourishing chasm you cause bulges in our stomachs
With just one strike you have stolen a lad from our midst

As you electrify our hearts causing fires of anger to our space
Yes…you have caused us to fume
As anger flinches our gut
And fear overwhelms our being
For a time we may baffle as loiters lost and confused
As a son of the nation you have taken under your disgusting wing
A young man who was in the process of unleashing his potential for the betterment of our land
A lad who had a junior to look after and fend for
A son to a woman whose heart bleeds in anguish and dismay at your unwavering ways

The nation cries
While the ground houses yet another one of our own
The nation cries
As you turn our lives upside down though momentally
The nation cries
As you hide the scattered remains of an anointed son of our nation
The nation cries
As you death scorn our land and send airy signals to our land
Yet the nation rejoices
As when no longer in our midst, our son rests in eternity
He watches over our scatterings souls and dying heart
He rests amidst the great of our heros who gave us today
He nurtures the children who before him escaped the madness and ruthlessness of the world
So death be not proud
As our son has risen
Our son lives and continues to live in our hearts
We beed farewell to meet again in days to come

When our hearts shall beat not more
We too shall join the chorus of leaders stolen by death

Poetry

Solid


I am as solid as the foundation on which the church is built
As stern as the teachings of mother hen
I am unyielding in my belief and faith in his unshakable power
In him I pray upon for Guidance
Peace
Stability
Direction
Supervision
Nurturing
Encouragement
Harmony
Love
Steadiness
Calmness
Course
Support
Solidity
Firmness
Permanence

Intransigence

And eternalness