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Gugulethu Jun 2020
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"i don't like this type of music."

                                                                                                   "Why not?"

"because my friend, X doesn't like it."


"i'm not really into that colour."

                                                                                                   "Why not?"

"because my friend, Y isn't into it."


"yeah, this isn't my kind of scene."

                                                                                                   "Why not?"

"because it's not my friend, Z's kind of scene."


                                                                               "So what do you like?"

"whatever you want me to like."

                                                                                            "Who are you?"

"whoever you need me to be."

                                                                 "And who do you want to be?"

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Gugulethu Jun 2020
I was fine

I was not fine

I was good

I was not good

Satan stirred the *** and I ate from it
Food that nourished my body
Yet poisoned my soul
It was dying
Gugulethu Jun 2020
"Excuse me officer, could you help me find my soul?"
"She went out last night and didn't come back home."

    We got into an argument before she left.
    She felt in my body she could no longer rest.
    So long I denied her the light she desired.
    She grew weak and hungry, she was tired.

"Excuse me officer, could you help me find my soul?"
"She went out last night and didn't come back home."
Gugulethu Jul 2020
water Your hands turned to wine
brighter than the sun, in darkness You shine
the raging sea in Your presence is still
to my heart You brought peace and tranquil

father turned his back to me
but for me, Father You were nailed to a tree

sight You gave to him who could not see
though science says it cannot be
at Your word the dead are given life
in my darkest days You give me light

father made himself dead to me
But for me, Father You died so I am free

You gave the ability of motion to a man without
forgive me for the days when I seem to doubt
You put food on dusty tables and empty plates
if at dawn they starved, at dusk they ate

father never came back to me, though I forgave
But for me, Father You rose from the grave
Gugulethu Jul 2020
"Stop trying to fit your feet in a pair of shoes that I have not designed for you to wear.
Your feet will only end up bruised and broken."

So I listened this time.
I removed the shoes.

He wept at the sight of my bleeding feet.
He felt my pain.
He knew my pain.

The concept of walking barefoot terrified me.
My feet needed healing and I knew the path I was taking would not always be smooth.

The story of Two Footprints in the Sand?
Well, it's true.
I witnessed it first-hand
He carried me to the next stop.
He gave my feet the time they needed to heal.

He handed me a new pair of shoes.
Comfortable shoes.
Shoes He had designed specifically for me to wear.
They were beautiful.
Like nothing I had ever seen.

"Trust me",
He whispered in my hear.

"Stop trying to fit your feet in a pair of shoes that He has not designed for you to wear.
Your feet will only end up bruised and broken."

Remove them.

Be Patient.

YOUR shoes will come.
Gugulethu Jun 2020
everyone talks about THEY

THEY say do this                                          

THEY say don't do that                              

THEY tell you to do it this way                  
                  
THEY tell you not to do it that way          
        
THEY seem to know a lot                                                       
but

who are THEY?

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