Every teardrop of mine has a story to tell,

listen.

When man meets nature,

It reminded me of how you met me...

Its 3.30 am and I'm still up....

The web has me entangled....

You were at fault,

And

I blamed myself.

Because

I loved you even through the heart break.

Thanks for hurting me!


You made me who i am!

What became of the land which birthed Nelson Mandela?
What became of the land which displayed unity,
A rainbow nation?
What became of the energy of 2010?
Why is there dissatisfaction?
What became of Steve Biko's consiousness?
Why do we have no confidence?
Why do we have to build high walls?
Why do we fear guns?
What became of 27 April 1994?
What became of my land?
What became of the rich African soil?
What became of my land?
What became of my land?


The land that once nourished patriotic seeds,
Now bears fruits of violence, corruption, sinister deeds.


What became of my land?