Dear Thandeka

Who told you that your beauty can give

You all that you need on this earth?

Well your beauty gave them all they

wanted from her. THANDEKA

Hai kuthi uya thandeka, just that

People want to take ownership of

Your assets.

Even naming your private parts in public

Your name became a disturbing distorted

sound to our ears.

THANDEKA!!

You were once beautiful within, before

Your cute naked eyes were covered

With lies.

You were made to shine at the horizon

The sky was never meant to be your limit.

If only the hands of time can hold you

Back. But behold you wind the arms

your clock and turned your back

against time.

Your future was brighter than the morning

Sun, days before you abandoned the Son that

Lived within you.

Within you, I saw a role model

Little did I know, you were cat walking

Your way into curiosity.

Once upon a time they walked from

Your behind, because you were figured

By then. Now you are figured from the

Front and slender at the back/bag, where

Are your books, because you are busy

Passing pregnancy tests.

Submitting your CV’s to the SASSA offices

While your peers are employed to the SAA

They are passing with flying colors. 

Dear Thandeka!!

What made you think that riding

In their cars will give you a status?

You became the perfect status message

On every Facebook account because of

Failing to face your own books.

An innocent soul is facing obstacles,

Sufferings and sicknesses, just because

You were too clever to even test your

Fertility at a younger age,

A teenage mother jumping

Out of her dreams, the only wish you

Have at sunset is the one to see your

Son sleeping with a happy stomach.

Your long term goals are turning into off sides,

It takes you to kick life around the corners

To put bread on the table, for you

Became the head of your own little family.

Thandeka!!

Or should I say dear Mrs. No one

To be with. Do u remember when

I told you how I felt about you, you

Kicked me away because I had

None but a bunch of books.

I still love you and your son.

Tell him that Uncle Ivan says” hang in there,

That’s where soldiers are born, hold the

Gun and point straight at your fears, there

Is no light without darkness, learn to walk in

Your sleep, I know you can follow your dreams,

Let your home begin where charity is”

Let your home begin where charity is

Dear Thandeka, raise that son to shine

In the dark and warm your tears.

It is never too late to change your

Attitude, you can still rise above the

Altitude and embrace your dreams.

Though it was ear breaking to hear

Sad stories about you, I never thought

One day I’d write a sad poem about you.

My hand was even shaking, the pencil

Was dissing around the stage, so confused

To even misspell your name

Than-daza, Tha-ndile

Thaaaannn-Deka!! Thandeka

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-Poetic2mI-

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ISBHA'NXA

'I' thought she loves me, when
'S'he kissed me back that night,
But its seems like, I was 
'H'er shoulder to cry on, 
'A' soft spot where she can lie 
And forget about her obstacles. 
'N'evertheless,hatred was never a concern
There is always a way to solve an 
'X' that's why we learn whenever we teach.
'A'nother day will come, 
When what ever goes around has to be followed!

BIRTHDATE(DEAD) GIRL

I paged the books of life
Hoping to find her life sentences,
But I forgot that she died on her 
Birthday, so she never had a chance
To write about her existence

Hence her footprints were
Washed off when the water broke,
And faded with the smoke
Of celebration candles blown away
When she ingested her breath…

We were standing by
Waiting to sing her a birthday song,
But amazingly every word
That came out got people
Sobbing in pain
Their faces soaking in tears…

We were wondering,
What wrong did we do?
But it seemed like we were
The only ones who knew
About her passing, because
They all failed to understand
The difference between 
Breathing and living…

Her body was there,
But the soul was sold
For materialistic things, so
She never had peace(piece)
Until the time I recited
My poem in her dreams

When she woke up,
She was surrounded by
Angels in the land of the free.
She got born again and finally
Had a chance to write her
Eternal life sentences…

She was once a birth’dead girl,
Until the time she saw 
Her birth’date there,
It’s a sad story that left
An unconscious writer
in a comma, yet the poem 
is still to be said…

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HIS ONLY BEGOTTEN SON!!

When he took his last breath and said

Father, forgive them, for they don’t know

What they are doing.

As they danced with joy, knowing

That they nailed it, yes Him the

Target of broken souls and blood

Smeared hands.

He made it possible for them to anchor

Him with nails on the cross, so you

And I can conquer burdens coming

Across our ways.

See, He knew about his passing, so

Every test that came to him as they

Teased him, was actually part of

The corrections of our sins.

Our life scenes.

Wake up, wake up to his words

For, there are eternal life sentences

Within them. Vowels that

breathe out oxygen

And consonants that

Give us strength.

We were told to spread His gospel

But everyone locked him/herself

In their houses. We only clap and

Tap in mob fights, our voices transcend

Into the skies tearing clouds, we scream

“Ahwe ke mpimpi”, to those who speak

The truth in His name, they die.

You and I as we receive his flesh

And blood, to him we bound.

Children of God, lets mourn the

Death of Christ and let Him descend

With all our burdens. So on the third

Day, we can wake up with Him.

THE SON OF MAN BROUGHT TO YOU!!

The reason i stand behind this mic is not that, I want to look cool.

I basically sacrifice my life for you to be saved.

So let your adopt the word as I enrich your mind.

"the solution to your problem comes with the problem itself,

its up to you to separate the solute from the solvent"

~Tumi

NKANDLA(clean version)

If money is the root of evil,

I bet he dug very deep by now.

All those who fought more than

He did during those tough days,

Before him they bow.

A black white house in our

Country where a tree that

Bear millions is anchored.

Looking at those homeless kids,

Tears slowly drop from my eyes,

When I think that even cows

Are given the hospitality that

Our poor brothers and sister

Don’t deserve.

Our grandparents left their fields for us,

But we don’t even have money

To buy the seeds of life.

We are sometimes sleeping

With empty stomachs,

No water, no electricity, no shelter.

We are hypnotized by the people

In charge. Those whom we look up

For, when we are in need.

Ge ele sebata sona se bataletsi,

Ge ka moka di senyega, se lebeletsi

Bana ba thari e ntsho ba fetsa ke malwetsi,

Dihlare kua dipetlele ba feletswi,

Tshelete yona re jetswi,

Ka ge le bona gore moago sebata se agetswi.

Ke NKANDLA, lentsu leo re swanetsego

Go le goeletsa, ka gore ka nnete

Re lapishitswe ke bo menetsa.

We have a mini country in

Our own nation, South Africa

A rainbow nation, the land of the free,

Nkandla, the land of the rich.

21 March 1960,

69 lives were lost, in order

For us to taste the fruits of freedom.

But they never informed us that the

Fruits were this bitter.

If this is what they call freedom, I’d

Be glad to become a slave to a white man.

The black government is not

Doing any justice to our nation.

We are treated like puppets,

We speak whenever they

They want us to.

They threatened the public protector

For doing her job, I wonder what they

Had in mind by then. See…

I’m in love with my country, but

It seems like hatred is branching out

To the current leaders for their mischief.

Ba agishane ga basa dumedishwa,

Ba agetswi legora ka ge bahumi

Ba sa kopane le bahlaki.

Re ba nameditse godimo gore

Ba re kgele dikenywa tsa bophelo,

Efela ba re tshwela ka mare,

Batho ba tse mpe dipelo.

NKANDLA leina la go llomisha mala,

Motse wa maemo a godimo,

Efela rena ba re gana ka dintlo tsa mahala.

Ka dipelo re ba sweri,

Dikgupi le tsona re di rweli,

Kgankga e ja nkgawane.

Ge a dirile tse pedi dihlogo

Tsa go tlala maaka le meetse,

O ka se mmotse selo.

Dipalo dia pala, enoba kgowa

Ya go se tsebe le sekgowa.

Sa gagwe ke go jeletsa batho

Letsese la dipeketsana.

I write what I like, because

It is my right to say what is right.

My duty to put the truth right

In front of your eyes.

I really feel for the homeless beings,

Let Nkandla be a charity home,

Then South Africa shall be free

And have peace.

HAPPY HUMAN RIGHTS DAY!!

BIRTHDAY TWINS (dedicated to Donna and Tumelo)

On this day, years ago

She was soaking in sweat,

All her muscles contracted,

And her voice box torn apart

As she delivered two soldiers

To fight for her wellbeing.

She knew how hard it would be,

How exhausting and painful it is.

But she believed that the soldiers

Won the battle just before it started.

So she was not really worried

About the war zone ahead.

The two soldiers had things in common

Though their genders were different,

Without any offence.

I’d sometimes regard them as one gender,

For their powerful thoughts, passion 

And strength to conquer the impossible.

They fought for one another,

During good and bad times,

They stood by each other’s side,

Wiped each other’s tears.

What more can they demand?

                                                               

Woo asa reng shatee wa duma,

O duma baga Mokaila ge

Ba godishitse, thari e atile.

Are thabeng le bona,

Re nyakalle ebe shebeshebe.

Mashole a fentse ntwa ya moya.

Birthday twins, yes they are.

Beautiful creatures that I adore,

Though, no homo to the other  one.

I wish them a happy birthday

And advice them to take care.

Know their responsibilities before

Attempting to practice their rights.

BITTER TOMMOROW (Titled by: MOKETE MOW LEDWABA)

People always tell me how to

Build the future ahead,

But whenever I think of my

Short comings, I wish tomorrow

Can be my yesterday and today

Would be the day before,

So I would not have to taste the

Bitterness that’s coming my way.

I never thought things will

End up looking this bad,

Maybe I was spoon fed to

An extend where I forgot that

One day I have to look the world

Straight into its eyes, face to face.

Phase to phase,

Yes things keep on changing.

And my life seem to be falling

Into the hands that fail to hold me.

I was told to read between the lines,

But my visions were always a nightmare,

So through the dark, I could not

See what’s right from what’s wrong.

If only I could turn back

The hands of time,

I’d enjoy staying forever young

And avoid witnessing the corruption

By his majesty Jay-Z.

How does one build a future

Without stepping stones?

Books are dumped in bushes,

Poor kids, we are learning

With empty stomachs.

Today, tomorrow, together is

Just a slogan for another

Money marketing scheme, but

Behold we are left broke.

So today we may cry,

Tomorrow, taste our bitter tears,

And together we have to win this battle.

So as the sunrise, let’s hope not

To drink from the same stream

As yesterday.

THE ART near my heART

GODBLESS THE BRAINCHILD

UNTITLED

The eyes of this world
took a closer look
at the blueprints
of its off-springs.
We emerged from tombstones
of our early ancestors,
their souls resurrected
in our hearts,
so we pumped out
the black blood
and smeared
knowledge
on the scripts of life.

Our voices longed
to be heard by the deaf,
so the inner voice
insisted to poke
their spiritual ears,
now they feel every word
which tap their eardrums.

Rutang bana ditaola
le se ye natso badimong.
Let them know their roots,
as the heavy rains
of Queen Modjadji
feed the thirsty seeds of the soil.

Though sometimes culture
is not realy fair,
because we give life
by taking one from another being.
We pay the grounds
for our good lucks,
No wonder why
we are left poor,
while our stolen
lands are kept rich with minerals
and we still holding the traded
mirrors, looking at
fake reflections of our well-beings.

The cultural revolution
continues, its up to us
whether we hold on
or we on hold
of the mythical scriptures.
God bless the Brainchild!!

WICKED RELATIVES

Life is not for sale

But in relatives

People's souls are sold for benefits

Hatred a trademark

Fake smiles so poisonous

We die for our own successions

Families raise stars to shine

But evil relatives let blood cover up

And we glow red in the hearts

Of those who are left behind

They say we kill to heal

But actually they kill the healing

That feeling when you curse your blood

 From flowing into happiness

How do they survive the heat inside?

Love you siblings as you love yourself

Put the hardcore broken heart aside

People are left homeless without families

And you still hate your brothers and sisters

Take away their lives to fill

The emptiness inside your heart?

I craft words to express

How I feel about those

Who hate their own blood

They witch-craft to earn points

At their all night unholy divines

Jealousy is a deadly virus

Multiplying in human's hearts

To reproduce

*Hatred//Death//Sins

*Life without a heading

*A soul with a painful ending

God bless the Brain-Child

And take away the evil spirits

That wind around

Baswarele ga ba tsebe

seo ba se dirang
                                                                 

                                                        

THE LOVE I NEVER HAD

I never thought one day

I will be much appreciated

By someone like you.

It was just a dream overnight,

Which came true as I opened my eyes.

They always tell me that true love hurts,

But whenever I get closer to you,

My wounds get sealed ,

And scars become my love tattoos.

If pictures could sing

Then my mind would be a

Speaker that echoes your name

Every time I silently whisper

To your ears in my visions.

It was just a silent night

When your eyes shone within the dark

Night/knight.

You brought me life,

A light throw my dying days.

I remember when violins

Played keys that opened your heart,

I slowly stepped in only to find love birds

Reciting their sweet poems

Titled to my name.

You gave me Joy

Oh daughter of “The Soil”.

An angel dressed in black,

You took away my dark shadows

I became the light at the end of our tunnel.

I know it’s just another

Day in paradise, when I feel the call ins,

That’s why I never claimed to

Be a Legend in love,

No good byes to my lover,

Only death will part us.

We sometimes we tried to live ghetto,

And I knew you were falling for it

For I became your Westlife,

You raise me up one step at a time

As I Spark my loving stars.

Now I believe that

Reality begin in dreams,

That’s how we switch from

Being Boys to Men.

I became a victim of

True love that never hurts.

Within your eyes,

Sharks share a kiss with humans,

Serpents rejoice with born agains,

Demons shake hands with angels,

You and I dance our way into Happiness

No matter that ufilke izolo

You are the love I never had….