You have been cruel to your fellow race,
you smeared blood all over your land,
and here you are now,
your soils hunger and thirst for green pastures,
and there are no where to be found.

Oh poor South Africa,
could you be another Eygpt
with God's plegues reigning all over you?
You showed no harmony,
you desired no peace,
you cared less about unity,

you left your own race to die,
with those large stones,
those weapons,
the sticks and the whips.
That fire that burnt the people  alive,

their tears fell to the ground
and they have dried up your land,
it is no shortage of water that you face,
but with unquestionable daughts,
you are facing terrible draughts.

Now that your fellow citizens fight against one another,
the blood is being shed amongst themselves,
and those stones now crush their own skulls,
it is nolonger faces without races that cry,
but your own race nolonger knows how to share.

this is all because you do not have
enough water to secure them anymore.
Their needs can not be reached
not even by the noble group that monitors from their royal seats.

Oh poor South Africa cry for mecry!
For your soils are running solid,
they shall nolonger be able to bear food.

The Lord covers your land with dark clouds,
yet there is never a seed of rain that falls and touch your platue.
Oh poor South Africa cry for mercy!
for your people are dying.
And yet you sit still in silence.

Dear ye that moans in thou heartbreaks,
i wish i could moan in thou sorrows,
but allow me to celebrate in my heart's delight.
For love dwells at its righteous seat.
And i am content.

I sit starring at the mirror,
your thoughts roam in my mind.
I am waiting for that day,
i will wake up and think about you no more.

Dear you.
You have become old,
you can make your own choices,
and no one will be there to stop you.
You have become old
and you have learnt a lot from life.

You have met a lot of people,
different hearts and characters,
and some that you loved a lot,
surely stabbed you at the back.

Some that you believed would never be away from you
were the first to proof what betryal was.
You learnt to love, care and be tolerant.

You learnt how to hate
and dislike,
you took examples from your childhood
and carried them to adolescence,
you vowed never to be like your father
and up until today you are still not like him.

You learnt how to carry you self well in public,
while standing up for yourself.
You led almost every group discussion
and you were always the up-front
person in class,
you forever said your words
and they stuck loud and clear into their hearts.

You became a rebel,
by not doing what the majority did.
You have kept your varginity up until this day,
and no form of drug has ever been diguested into you system.

You stood up against what you knew was wrong,
and you forever made things straight,
you didnt care whatever it took,
even being hated was never at any chance going to stand in your way.

You promiced yourself to be true to your own being,
you kept your diginty,
you left a smile on faces of those who felt secure around you.
You never lost confidence
and you didnt care what people thought about you.

You learnt to love,
accept,
apologise,
and forgive,
and up until this day you have forgave even that sharped knife that cut too deep.

Dear you i wrote this counting down to those few days left before you become a young adult.
I am proud of how you fought through all those trails.
You faced it all,
and no daughts have ever stood in your way.

Yours loving,
most caring,
the only comforter,
the only one that understands you.
The only one to never live your side,
the one that has always felt all the pain when you got hurt.

Yours loving friend...

MYSELF

A 28 years difference,
You just turned 45.

My age uncomparablie to yours,
Yet my smile reflects your love.
It has been long without writing to you,
while yet i have a lot to say.

From all the toils and struggles,
I have seen you nearly at death,
Thinking that you would be gone for good,
and here you are celebrating your
45th birthday.

With a little smile on your face,
confidence and courage.
With the bold figure that you have,
i am glad to see you happy,
and here you are today with strength.

Thanking God for the gift of life he betowed upon you.
Do not let this day go unspoiled.
Praying that God adds more days to the ones you already have.

Happy birthday!

Just as the skies, dark and clouded,
in every breath,
in every heart beat,
my soul pespires pain.
And defeat seems to be pushing me down.

In every thought,
in every memory,
there is nothing blissful,
but the memories of my sad past.

In every sound,
in every word i hear,
it is only words of discourage,
and sounds i wish to condemn.

Yet still,
i sit here all alone,
crowded by the souls that care less,
hoping for the day to be over soon,
i just cant wait to be all alone
in meditation
and drain out all the profound experiences of my desolate heart.

Keep us close everyday,
Bestow Your love in our hearts,
Let us be humble and kind,
Make us keep to Your good deeds,
Allow me to love him dearly.
And let him know that i love him
Let me be able to celebrate in his sucess.
And be able to mourn in his sorrows.
Lord keep us together,
In loving harmony and peace.
You have heard the kindest words i say to him
Let us love one another into enternity Lord!