I would rather have you throw insults at me,
than you thanking me with insults,

all my dedication wasted,
i never did it for love but passion,

you nailed it just this day,
and am glad it happened soon,
i have been longing for this distance and it has now come to pass,

you know that you have a larger crowd to cheer for you,
but honesty lies between you, God and I,

i shall not be apologetic
today i just wont swallow my pride to make you happy and feel that you are right

let your loud voice increase in volume,
while i lock myself in the room and listen to you talking,
you are not the first hunter,
and i shall keeping on fleeing as a prey to  many that are still chasing,

when you have realised how much i was worth to you,
it will be too late for i would have migrated to a peaceful land.

I am not afraid to lose you for i have lost more friends than you in the times gone by.

She played it well,
so **** good like a busketball game,
but hell broke loss when
caught between the devil and the dillema.

She was a player such a **** poor one,
she never knew when to play her cards right,
bet she read the wrong menu when it came to killing two birds with one stone.

Her timing was poor,
but not so bad at it than how she failed to tell lies.
She would cry upon vanity all day long,
and let the poor boys believe they where the only ones.(i call them boys because they were not men enough to see)

She could have just practiced paliamory, ohh no i oppose on that.
What love could it have been for two people when she knew she loved only one.

Now her family and freinds are trapped in her lies,
defending the other guy from the other (they are being fooled).

As much as we were groomed and told to give away our toys.
i believe its time she lets go
for her mourns, tears and screams have come to the extent of reaveling to the whole world how naive but not innocent she is.

You aimed arrows at me,
tore my flesh in to pieces,
and threw me out to be the feast of the night,
but i survived,
i was 9,
i loved you,
but you were so mean, i couldnt even say the word 'dad'.
But now that i am nearly 18,
i have discovered how much an evil man can be easily replaced
by a forgiving heart

Bang! Bang!
The sounds of gun shots mid-day on Thursday,
Sirens getting closer to the crime scene,
Just two weeks ago a man's life was terminated for a cellphone,
More thugs and more gun fires,
the tragedy so bad it even appeared in the news.

But today i can feel fear creeping in my vains,
Another man shot dead today,
why do i have to live in this community?
For i am afraid.
Few months ago
it was just like an action movie,
people running and rolling
while the loud sounds from the police guns aiming over my
roof top kept on going
Bang! Bang!

I see the police patroling the streets by day,
having picnics in the park
while they watch their horses eroid away the soil.
They feast to some take away outlets
filling their sagging bellies by night.
While they letting the just go unpunished all year long,

Oh! It hurts.
I feel a bullet on my chest,
Oh! It hurts
for i cannot look through the dark
night anymore.
I sit on the side of this wide classroom window,
And i wonder,
What if one bullet comes straight to me. (God forbid)

Oh this township that i loved,
you are not safe anymore.
Where can i run to for i called you home?
There is no distance further gone  without any loud sounds;
Bang! Bang!

     Oh mam' ngiyalil'
     ngililel' labo abangasek'
     ikakhulukaz' imphil' yam'
     umphefumul' ongenacal'
     kungab' sewabayin' wena             dolobh' lami.

I called your name,
with so much pride and bragging,
but now i cannot even say your name
for you have groomed thugs,
gangsters,
vindals,
drug addicts and drug dealers,
harlots... And what else that we do not know?

Could it be blood sacrificies,
are these the 'EndTimes' proclaimed in the book of Revelations,
Why should i bother trying to think when all i hear in my head are ecoing sounds
Bang! Bang!

All i need to do  is to find a way out,
    Nyawozam' ngibeleth' !
    Ngob' inhliziy' ayisahlalisekang'
    qobo
when will that day be,
when crime will be stopped for good,
and police do justice to the community?

'Tata Madiba'
Father of the Nation,
Today you could have been 97 years,
but your journey of life was cut so short,
21 years years of democracy is what we will all remember you with,
Nelson Mandela,
the great fighter,
you tought us to love and be in unity,
your works we shall remember,
may your dear soul rest in peace forever,
while we still hold on to 67 minutes of Madiba day,
showing our love and care for our great nation as much as you did,
we love you Tata,
we honour your legacy,
together we still can because of your great dids,
'Halala Madiba Halala!!'

The day so bright,
but i am feeling clouded,
gloomy is the area that surrounds me.
Uncomfortable in my own self,
i feel so confused,
lost,
misunderstood,
afraid,
but i smile through out the day,
proud of my achievments,
but my efforts are not admired,
a day so bright,
i am lost in its darkness,
who am i?
What am i?
I do not know,
but all in all failure strikes

My twin sister,
but from a dfferent womp,
i never dare to call her "Cousin".
Today she finally turned 16.
Ohh Boy! Am i so happy,
but i forgot to wish her
a happy birthday.
To busy too know,
school confusing as hell,
but i know her bitterness towards
me will be sweet once again,
for she has a forgiving heart (i just pray she does)

her sweet 16
my day so tiring.
Hope i am forgiven
Happy Birthday Little sis...