In the hearts of eastern side,
One day I will return.
With impoxo and the spirit of abandoned but
I’m sure you’ll still be standing,
Holding on to the wheel and spear,
That you were told it’s your saviour
Leaders find pleasure in your suffering
Rivals find comfort in your presents.
Yes, you raised heroes,
you made legends
But you backwards in a race,
forward in disgrace towards on
Embrace inadequacy.
One day I will return,
to those valleys,
Veld and the mountains of the great one,
Where my ancestors were placed,
where home is,
One day I will defiantly return,
to bring joy, peace and comfort
to the hearts of the unfortunate,
pleased in mind, rich in pasture,
Surely my ancestors are calling me,
That is why one day I will return,
to use my clicks fluently,
Dance comfortable and walk permanently.
To Eastern Cape, where my heart is,
will be and was.
In Eastern side,
seeing those beautiful faces,
women dancing with joy
With imbola in their faces,
entirely free from the world around me,
Ubuntu glancing,
life excitedly and society in one,
One day,
I mean one, one day i will return,
With my mouth unable to converse fluently,
but surely i will learn.
One day I will return, to Eastern CapeYou Live Once (edited version)
Like the battle of the sexiest,
Where fairytales are made,
We all wonder what it would be like.
Under the story of the paradise
is the reality that you can’t flee.
Myths ready to be unfolded;
History waits for no one.
The world, in search for it’s true love,
fears it may encounter the opposite.
Death threatens, and that’s the case.
Let me take you back to the sensation
Of the realization of my jeoprodized life.
A crash, collision, explosion
Stopped the earth mid rotation.
For a second I thought it was a dream,
My thoughts felt far from my brain,
Only to return to actuality
to find my pride stolen, mouth half naked,
blood flowing through jaws.
We didn’t plan for this.
Tears dropped like a winter storm.
The sun quickly fell,
the mission complete,
the journey cut short.
We were no longer passengers,
Moving toward a destination.
Within moments the street felt like home.
My eyes bled and burned,
Determined to fake a broken smile.
Picture a burning shack; someone’s home
and temple. Trace the image,
like a sharp knife outlining veins.
Fate seemed to go up with the smoke
from the ashes of our overturned lives.
Still I ask, where is He?
For the first time I felt ruined and lonely.
But sisters and brothers stayed near.
Death waits for no one.
Rest in peace, human kind.
The facts are underlined and
A forum for life and death repeats
from generation to generation
Articulately and eloquently.
I, for once, now illustrate my gifting
Based on the discoveries I made in the wild.
by Ncumisa edited by my friend and sister Alex
The Rock Cries Out to Us Today
A Rock, A River, A TreeHosts to species long since departed,
Mark the mastodon.
The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
Of their sojourn here
On our planet floor,
Any broad alarm of their of their hastening doom
Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
Come, you may stand upon my
Back and face your distant destiny,
But seek no haven in my shadow.
I will give you no hiding place down here.
You, created only a little lower than
The angels, have crouched too long in
The bruising darkness,
Have lain too long
Face down in ignorance.
Your mouths spelling words
Armed for slaughter.
The rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
But do not hide your face.
Across the wall of the world,
A river sings a beautiful song,
Come rest here by my side.
Each of you a bordered country,
Delicate and strangely made proud,
Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
Your armed struggles for profit
Have left collars of waste upon
My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
If you will study war no more.
Come, clad in peace and I will sing the songs
The Creator gave to me when I
And the tree and stone were one.
Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your brow
And when you yet knew you still knew nothing.
The river sings and sings on.
There is a true yearning to respond to
The singing river and the wise rock.
So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew,
The African and Native American, the Sioux,
The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek,
The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
The privileged, the homeless, the teacher.
They hear. They all hear
The speaking of the tree.
Today, the first and last of every tree
Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the river.
Plant yourself beside me, here beside the river.
Each of you, descendant of some passed on
Traveller, has been paid for.
You, who gave me my first name,
You Pawnee, Apache and Seneca,
You Cherokee Nation, who rested with me,
Then forced on bloody feet,
Left me to the employment of other seekers--
Desperate for gain, starving for gold.
You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot...
You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru,
Bought, sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
Praying for a dream.
Here, root yourselves beside me.
I am the tree planted by the river,
Which will not be moved.
I, the rock, I the river, I the tree
I am yours--your passages have been paid.
Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
For this bright morning dawning for you.
History, despite its wrenching pain,
Cannot be unlived, and if faced with courage,
Need not be lived again.
Lift up your eyes upon
The day breaking for you.
Give birth again
To the dream.
Women, children, men,
Take it into the palms of your hands.
Mold it into the shape of your most
Private need. Sculpt it into
The image of your most public self.
Lift up your hearts.
Each new hour holds new chances
For new beginnings.
Do not be wedded forever
To fear, yoked eternally
To brutishness.
The horizon leans forward,
Offering you space to place new steps of change.
Here, on the pulse of this fine day
You may have the courage
To look up and out upon me,
The rock, the river, the tree, your country.
No less to Midas than the mendicant.
No less to you now than the mastodon then.
Here on the pulse of this new day
You may have the grace to look up and out
And into your sister's eyes,
Into your brother's face, your country
And say simply
Very simply
With hope
Good morning.
Maya Angelou
With the Nepotism in my planet, essentially in my land, life compels
And factual morals are forgotten. Ancestors way of living are forbidden
By the rules we live in today.
What’s happening in our society?
Flash in our eyes made to capture, to imprison every moment,
Not to abolish every tale we ever had.
I sense discomfort when I glimpse defiance of young in open, forgive me but i
Feel pain when I see the future walking in distress, give their lives in drunkenness
Give them credit, but their lives were much easier. mine is too complex.
Simplicity is no supplementary.
But not everyone who’s multifaceted wants to,
Pleasure is the case, dissatisfaction is the face, eish did I say it’s the pace?
Wait a minute
Facing my demons with abstemious eyes, doesn’t add up, I need a fluid to go through
The night, where’s my pint to nip the tank of my thanks.
I’m jaded, guzzle, gulp facilitate
Slurp!
It kills me to be unable to maintain my being,
Without sentiment awkwardness,
Just want to be intoxicated, without any guiltiness.
My hero dies in vein, my mother stress in pain, and my friends suffer in shame,
I didn’t do it, but the hunger for more led me to desire more.
Everyone’s scrip end is thrilled, but in one way or another, there is a season,
Life goes on,
I raise my left arm to touch the sky, stray the shy of my spry
In reach for the next resilience.
Heroes always live, but
Hero dies in this one. Because this is domain war.
Because of democracy that i trekked anywhere I want, with no fear,
Nor anxiety, with full confidence that I belong to it, because many suffered,
And were tortured for the privileges I have today.
Many fought, few survived and the rest took credit for the dead can’t speak
Nor breathe.
Call me a survivor but I’ve done nothing, worship me, and celebrate my days
With joyful songs but I was never restrained nor told what to do.
It is because of democracy that I can speak freely, allow enclosure dance into
The tiles of my own civilised floor, that I carried, shared and save it for the last dance.
Don’t blame it on me, but
It is because of democracy that African Nation is demonised, filled with anger,
It is the reason that I live in a small box, covered with hood,
Humiliated, discomfited self-conscious,
Sharing privacy and joined with insufficiency to carry the journey
And still smile that i belong into a warm community.
It is because of deficiency that we are joined in one circus, blinded by mist
In the veld,
Reveries no longer occur; sometimes she thinks she will wake up
This will be a nightmare, but here I am
The mist has gone, but the perspective remain,
The roots have replanted
With free body’s, slaves in mind
Now the grass is brown, for the winter has taken over
....to be continued
It’s not like the battles of the sexiest, where fairy is made
Out off.
It’s the reality that no one can’t flee from,
it’s an inescapable reality
We all wonder how it would be like,
since none was inconveniency
To uncover the story of the paradise.
With the myth that waits to be unfold,
History waits for no one, even though the world is
In search for its true love
Troubled that it may encounter the opposite
Death is the threats, Eish it’s the case
Let me take you back to the sensation,
where my
Life was threaten,
sun stopped and occurrence took place,
For a second I thought it was a dream,
my brain was gone
Eventually I came back to life,
with my pride stolen,
my mouth half naked,
Menstruation flowing through jaws, unplanned,
Tears dropped like
Winter storm, as sunset transpire,
the mission was complete, the journey
Was cut shot, we were no longer passengers,
street was indeed place called home,
Eyes bleeding, my eyes were burning like chilli.
Determined by a fake smile I made,
For a moment I thought
#Rip human kind sow, for Facts are not underlined
Life seminar repeats, from generation to generation
Articulate, eloquent, by my story above.
I for once outline the illustration of the gift i have,
Base on the lesson I’ve discover while on the wild.
Visualize an Image of a burning shack,
to trace the image,,
I had
It’s like a sharp knife running through veins
Fate Lost in the wilderness, in the foreign land.
By the time sun touched the ground,
night Dies in commotion,
Moon rejoices with Delightful that the world is theirs...
Forbidding that some are broken,
I asked sum of many, if where is he, when I’m lonely,
Pictured his home turning over, Rising from the grave,
Lines running through the patterns I’ve created.
I waited for the Texture mode to unleash,
Untitled: Feel it
Is this the freedom that so
many South Africans died for?
Is this a freedom that our heroes, sheroes died for?
Lend me your ears Mzontsundu,
Lend me your ears mzantsi,
Let me heal the extra ordinary
pain for my fellas,
Let’s talk about it,
Let me show you my veins through,
Through the world we live in today.
Let my anger flow,
let my imagination free my soul
Let my pen free my mind through the words I speak
Bloodshed, secrets unkept and hands shakes,
Fresh minds were born,
truth revealed,
and peace was made.
Truth to be told, our minds were shaken,
Past forgotten,
equality took place,
color or my skin didn’t matter,
many voted, discrimination was buried,
and Mzantsi was born,
new nation was reformed.
Few years later
Deja vu happened, life opposition took place.
Humanity struggle,
While new born introduced,
people screaming viva, dancing on the streets
Enemy took over
Drugs became daily lives,
teenage pregnancy ruled the nation,
Murder, rape,
school dropouts became the purpose for existence..
What happened to the rainbow nation?
What happened to the blood that was shed?
Is this the same nation that legendaries fought for?
Come of freedom fighters,
Rise rise be awaken, speak out
While you are sleeping,
Tornado came and swept all the humanity,
Shaken, taken and stolen the
victory that once belonged to us.
While you were,
Predators imprisoned the
once so called Democracy
While you were sleeping
Anger reigned, ragged the freedom,
that remind the anti-apartheid
That keeps replaying in the
hearts of the freedom writers.
Rise freedom fighters and raise your
hand where everybody can see,
Raise it and shout “I AM FREE”,
you are free,
we are free,
So sky so blue,
With friendly overture, tempting
To follow the perspective of its ordinary,
Forget about the day yet to come.
Sky so blue,
Despite retition inconsistent dark clouds
That blends and blemishes its tendency
Sky so blue with its beauty, be-quested
To the nature lovers,
us! Abiding in society,
While stars squeeze in,
striving to survive in the
Darker circuit of its planet.
And deficit the dark clouds
That creates a chaos among the space planet.
Sky so blue,
But no one has ever seen,
nor notices, while the other world see it
All, an author describe less,
and controversy continue ruling the human
Nature, while generation to come,
with its curiosity belated vintage,
Continue believing the ending world.
Sky so blue,
Beautify the whole planet,
With its marvellous attractive colour changing once,
Focus closely,
With the full moon that tempt everyone dance in the sky, sleep on the mountains
And smile at the Lord,
But clouds sp dark covers all the beauty and leave a mark and round stain
Whenever it is present,
Sky so blue,
That makes clouds so jealous, that lead to trespassing, crossing boundaries
And play Sky’s part in the planet.
Daddies Lap
For so long you’ve been running,
Searching for the unknown, living me behind, locking me
At the back of your pick-up truck, rejecting my love, my comfort.
You’ve been naming me names, denying my existence,
I’ve been watching, hoping you’ll change your mind, hoping you’ll come back to your senses
Day after day
I waited patiently, thinking you’ll remember me, thinking you’ll
Remember the days you were once alone, the days i used to whisper,
Share my secrets and listen to your heart.
I see you day and night
Wearing a mask, hiding behind the glasses, embracing the attention,
Hiding from me, creating a new identity in return of my acceptance,
Because you want to be known, make name for yourself, and be accepted,
Buying me with recognition, blaming the past and other people
For your today’s choices
Going up and down wanting to be fulfilled
Today i am saying, I am here, i’ve been here,
And i will be here when you choose life
Because i am your God and you are my child,
I’ve chose you among others, anointed you with oil, and choose you
To be the voice to the singers, love to the rejected, comfort to the abandoned
Life to the dead and silence to the depressed.
Psalms 139 ( about what God thinks of you)
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