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!!