The curtain of doubt

The curtain of doubt that prevent my mind from exploding,
liberating the thoughts that I believe could change the attitude of most fellow Africans
The same curtain of doubt that deceived the teenage girl into aborting her first-born to be
That convinced the teenage boy, he’s nowhere near being cool without “zol”
This curtain is full of dust; I can’t breathe, my eyes cannot see, my destination is unforeseen
therefore I settle for the easiest way out
This dust of confusion brings fear of failure behind my every good aspiration
All the intentions are stuck behind the curtain, full of dust preventing sunlight from penetrating with its powerful rays bringing life to the needy pot-plant
The courage of conquering the fear brought by the curtain is lost in the darkness in absence of light bringing me hope overcoming the uncertainty that left me in Wilderness, the land ruled by king Darkness and queen Defeat
This curtain is full of dust; I can’t breathe, my eyes cannot see, my destination is unforeseen
therefore I settle for the easiest way out

Not that I complain

Not that I complain, but my skin does
My hair says it all…
My eyes have gone deep inside
I can't even walk properly
I have became a child
I mix up the colours.. not to mention money,
Hundred rands are now ten rands
Not that I complain, but people do
My childen do not respect me anymore
I worry those poor taxi conductors everyday
Not to mention the nurses at the clinic
Not that I complain but my five senses does
I can't hear properly
I can't taste any good food
I can't see properly
and so on
Not that I complain BUT
why am I still alive

If it was not meant

Down the river it goes
All the hard work
The effort she has put
Sleeplessnight
Down the river it goes
It was not planned
But it came anyway
It was not bugdeted
But it came anyway
She overcame it all
She still stands strong
She still plays it safe
She stands still anyway
Suprisingly it not her who,
dissapears

Dear

Bengizicabangela nje!
Ngakhumbula ukhuthi
Ngikhulele kuwena
Nguwe ongifundise lomkhuba
Lo mkhuba omuhle uma kukuhle

In a week's time you will be gone
Again I will be learning from you
I will be learning to be in a distance relationship
Not that I mind, I am still learning and gaining experience
that one should gain at some point

I still remember the first day we met, like it was yesterday
I am still enjoying our love as if we met the day before
I hope this workshop am about to attend will be fruitful
I just hope you do fell the same

Phela wena unguDear wami
Akekho oyoke abe ngothandiweyo njengawe
Usondele kakhulu kimina
Uyazi ke ukuthi into uma isondela kwenye, kubakhona lokho

Makhosonke

You are not my father only…
You are my hero in your own way
You are my strength
You are a cool father
You are the installed motivational speaker
You are such a wonderful being

When I see I good man I see you
When I see a child smile I see you
When a Women is happy I know you are around

I can't bealive this
When I think of it I cry
Not because I am hurt

But because of the sweet memories of having the father like you

Successful

One day I was just a kid
I was just a student
Having a dream of becoming who I am Today

It did not costs me millions to be where I am
I did not kill to be where I am
I did not manipulate
I did not impose

Ukulalela, ufunde, wenze
Then your dream comes true
Age does not determine your success
thus because you don't know how long you are going to live
Every successful event means you are successful
  
How rich is being rich?
Many answers but they do not make sense to me
That is why I consired myself as a dreamer, an achiever
That is why I would safely say I have succeded

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A Man and his Guitar
He holds it against his heart
Like a metal clinging to a magnet
The way he gently touches it
The way he looks at it
It is so extremely erotic and magical
And the way he plays it
It’s like he is makin’ love to it
When his delicate fingers glide softly on it
The expression on his face reacts to the sound it makes
Its string is such an electrical force
It links him with the guitar, and together
They are like specific enzymes, unlike charges
And when those fingers glide softly on the bar cords,
They create a language only he and his guitar understand

Our own leaders

Can it be about leading your people
Can it be about service delivery
Can it be about love for the constituency
Can it be about well being of the people

Because power hungry is not helping
Because greedy is not the solution

Wee beg for leadership

My name is Naive

"My second name is Naive, fool they call me after see-ing under
under my shell where inside I allowed a lion to sleep
Dubious… dubious when last have u seen a lion in a shell
he crushed it, cracked it, left me homeless
and still he prances, while I stand bare
Lions eat crabs! haha, what a laugh.
crabs pinch lions… I lost my clippers
his claws were larger
he snatched me and did force
force himself to sleep in my shell
now he is elsewhere, breaking, buildling… roaring prawling
preying on another
My name is Naive
My shell is gone  foolish no longer… he covers me
He covers me
My maker, He covers me"