What makes you black?

All those years it took me to be a complete individual
Not even a day it was till i had this thought
WHAT MAKES YOU BLACK?
It was all a moment of;silence till I said to myself
MY AFRICAN CULTURE
THE WAY WE WERE BROUGHT UP!
Lefura la ngwana ke ho rongwa
THE WAY WE WERE TAUGHT RESPECT!
Ke hlaba ka lengole fatshe to serve you
OUR AFRICAN STYLE OF DRESSING
TSHEA LE THETHANA YA NGWANA MOSOTHO.

The decorations seen on the Ndebele house
Symbolize the spirit of Africa that dwells within me
The knowledge,perseverance, and motherhood we drink
Gives me the courage to be MOSOTHO WA LESOTHO KE SOTHOFALE.
Kgaebane  ke e rolela our heroes MOPEDI, MOSHWESHWE,LETSIE
You name them the question is
WHAT MAKES YOU BLACK?

My Land My Abode

I live in Gaza
Not the land where cattle graze
And river flows
But where Israelis raze
Our land in shells
But where Israelis flood
Our land in blood

I now know how to count
Like other boys of my age
But not with fingers and nails
But bodies of the dead
Of friends and relatives
Have taught me arithmetic
Who have died in the pool
Not the swimming pool of your maisonette
But in the pool of blood
Of those who we have lost.

My grandfather had fought
And died in the front
My father had followed
And perished in the blast
And my brother has been
A martyr in the struggle
Just like the many
Who have been in the front

And now it’s my turn
To go to the front
Not because I do not want
To be in school
I have to defend
Our land in blood
That which shall be
Tomorrow my abode

Fallen Poet

Pieces of my revolution
scattered over papers, filled with sensation
and mental frustration over my growth,
in this unforgiving existence mother earth has brought to my attention.
where a line is but merely a prose seeking undying conclusions.
awaiting my birth in anticipation
of days and nights when i lost my inspiration
and there i was with a mic and pen
scripting and reciting hoping to reach you,
wondering if you listning or just admiring,
this words my heart is portraying,
This letter is too you who rule over earth and moon,
soon fools with repel from this eye,
and your presence will fill this mind,

Dear God

Please grant me the power to inspire,
to portray my darkest and lightest desires,
to world who I’ve seen crying over her last survivor,
a spiritual man in the heights of Cambodia,
where rebels skinned mothers in the banks of the Mekong River,
the world is as dark as its prisoner
the face of Lucifer emerging in the Bohemian Grove
to last a life time in man's oath of outliving his soul,
lusting immortality and telling us it's life's oblivion flow.
that fills the Amazon with the death of a million Amerindians over gold,
we only know them as cannibals, whom are no better than crop eating crows,
If you are still around, why are you letting him win?

Dear Society

As this pen fails to write
I see life in a deferent light
trying to understand how one fails to see beyond a Hutu or a Tutsi
who's guilty, anger or revenge,
maybe the Anglo Boer war was just a publicity stunt
to give reason to the death of Biko i wonder
if these story makes you see me as a matha fucker
or just another kafir soaking on his guilt for throwing a petrol bomb in cyber space
forgive my ignorance, but my face is tainted with rage,
of the so called holy land, built over the blood of Persian slaves,
now been the central manifestation of man's greatest ambitions,
This is for you seeking a new beginning.

The pieces of my revolutions
scattered over papers, filled with sensations
and mental frustrations over my growth……

This is me

I am a king of my life
The one who flies opposite time
I am that is one with time
I am a spirit passing through
It is this route I have passed before
Before time could give life
I am that was and is
Some call me a friend
Some call me a son
Some will call me a father
Some say I am a star, for the deeds I have done
Some say I am an A hole for the pain I caused
Yet I am spirit just passing through

E ke poko ya gago mme

Gompieno ke batla go go boka mme
Ke batla go neela mpa ya gago tlotlo
Go bo e kile ya ntshireletsa
Ke batla go go itsese gore
Ga e a bola go bo e tsetse nna

Gompieno ke batla go go boka mme
Go bo o kile wa ntshola
Wa nkgodisa ka lerato
Ke godisitswe ke mekgato ya gago
Mme ke a leboga

Gompieno ke batla go go neela tlotlo
Go bo o kile wa mpontsha lesedi la botshelo
Lona lo kganyang, lo kganyela ditshaba
Lona lo ka se keng lwa mphamolelwa
Thuto, mme ke a leboga

Gompieno ke batla go go neela poko
E o ka se e lebaleng
Gonne o le setshwakga mo bothong
O le lerato ka tlhago
Mme ke go neela tlotlo

Gompieno ke ya go rotloetsa
Gore se lese, o tshware
Gonne a o tla a ungwang maungo
Ke a a buduleng, a a monate
Maungo a teng mme, ke nna, ngwana wa gago

An ordinary man

My poetry is so deep,
more than my heart beat
I'm not a one dimensional man
however, a multitalented pubescent
It's tricky to trace the tracks of my tricks
since my tracks are thorny, and
no one can predict my destiny
I’m a multilingual,
Articulating all lingo’s
others depict me as a kafer, whilst
others describe me as a nightmare
saying I’m chasing a black cat on the darkness
But I’m not a man because I’m a human being
but I’m a black man,
A son of soil
an African
By strength I become strong,
By courage I become a conqueror
By judgement I grow to be rejuvenated
Like a dream planted by the rivers of water
I am a woman not, since I’m a human without a womb
Neither gay nor a lesbian
but a man from Africa
An ordinary man.

Ke mosadi wa moAfrica

Ke padi, ke korwe nonyane tsa dikgwa
Tse e reng di porapora, tsebe nthla ya me
E bo e lela ting ting, ga ke gopola dikokwanyana tsa me

Ke mphatlalatsane naledi ya meso
E e tsosang mahube, e e ntshang nko mo mesong
Ka leselo mme o nthutile go fetlha dinawa

Ke mosadi wa moAfrika
Ke ikgantsha ka lethlabula, ke lema magapu
Mmidi le marotse, ke fetlha bodiba

Ke mosadi, ke lerapo, ke sethunya
Ke montle jaaka semathana sa Amerika
Jaaka masimo a Afrika, le metswedi ya teng

Ke mosadi wa moAfrika
Ke tshwene, ke motshwara thipa ka bogaleng
Ke senatla, ke mogale mo go tsa bonetetsi

Ke leradu le lentle la rremogolo
Lo lo sa kgaleng kgatsele, la manamane a a maša
Ke ipela ka tshobotsi le semelo sa me

Ke moAfrika, ke kgosigadi ya tlhago
Ke phoka ya meso mo matlhareng a mosetlha
Ke lomao lo ntlha, ke sethšwaka mo puong

I

I stand firmly
I rise strongly
I wake wisely
I move mountains
I respect myself.

I encounter fear and release it with hope
I surrender to keep sane.
For I have nothing to prove to mankind.
I run a daily race of incompetence around me.
Everyone trying to overshadow me,
With lies and deceit about who I must be.
But that does not faze me,
For my confidence exceeds all that.

Some say arrogance moves me,
What they fail to see is that,

I stand firmly
I rise strongly
I wake wisely
I move mountains
I respect myself.

see yourself as others

He see himself above the rest
he has a giraffe mentality,
a piss and vinegar attitude

be a man

To: [Ozayo] My unmade, unborn baby boy!!

I vowed myself not to close
my eyes but there and then for 10nano seconds I did and when I opened them I saw blue, green and red lights.
The voice within me cried I am a man and when I looked up I realised that I am a man amongst man!!
For man, to man, by man I am a man amongst man. I am a son, a brother, a nephew, to some an uncle.
I am a leader, a preacher, a father to be I am a man amongst man, in sport –a sportsman, in school- a man student,
in hospital –a patient man, when sick- a sick man, when happy –a happy man still proud to say I am a man amongst man.
The kind of a man that still plays hide and seek with my little sister, smile, hug and let my mother kiss me on the chick,
Indeed I am her man of many words but few actions. I am a man enough to man handle any man trying to mess-up my matters,
I am a man of many mistakes said and done, I have man feelings and so many bad man manners,
Don’t man judge me coz I am only human, even thou a man of man, I am still a one woman man and in love I am lover man,
in war –a man of war. I don’t have a power of a millionaire to build myself a mansion but I have man power to stand my grounds, call me muscle man, super man, fly man
- I am a man amongst man; I am not a roman but still a man of GOD,
I have a man back ground, Blackman history.
I have man dreams.
Once a boy
now a man,
my father –a man, my brothers and cousins are man,
my friends are man or @list some of them behave like man.
I am a member of a man mafia organisation I am a man amongst man and I love all the woman in my life- I would like to be a man saver, a man hero- with man, for man, by man
alive
I am a man amongst man, once dead I will be a dead man.
Once a bad boy- stabbed twice, knocked by a car, robbed @gun point, fainted on the street but when I opened my eyes the voice within me cried I am a man amongst man