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Monday, 4 August 2014

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

©Copy Rights Reserved 2014 
-Poetic2mI-



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Thursday, 31 July 2014

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…

Thursday, 24 July 2014

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Friday, 18 April 2014

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.



Monday, 14 April 2014

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

Friday, 21 March 2014

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!!