I get hurt I don't mind.                       She gets hurt I don't care,
     You get hurt I worry a lot a lot
         Because I care,
      I never want to see you hurt,
   From all her drama and turmoils,
You still don't realise that its me who
         Cares.

      She's driven you through hell,
        Some little publicity and all.
   Silly little drama that could have pushed me way but still I stood with  
             My sobering heart
        Waiting for my chance to  
                   Comfort           
             You after her dread
  And heal your wounds from her
          Sharp swords.                               

It is my endless love that makes me
                          Care
Yet I don't mind that you are never
             Going to love me.

While I crawled in the arms of my tender sleep,
Having said a little prayer,
Dreaming of reality's dread.

Mama stayed awake trying to let you out.
Sweating and fighting all the pain and strains,
And hoping you would be out soon.

Daddy kept saying little prayers and signing songs of praise in his heart.
He awaited for your arrival,
It was soon enough until you surfaced the earth.

They both couldn't wait to have you in the palm of their hands
And see your sparkling eyes open up to reality's dread.

But do not worry you little one,
For we are all here for you.
To protect you from the devouring spirits,
And every other wicked spiritual realm;

Rock of Victory youth will never let you sobber in pain in our site,
Nor let any bully bring down your flaws.
We are willing to support you all the time.

Mommy and Daddy will always keep you happy,
And they will never leave you behind.
They will groom you to be mommy and daddy's little girl.
They shall always keep you warm in the dark,
And in comfort during the storms.

The Lord shall become your refuge and your strength,
He will shower you with blessings,
An pour his wisdom upon you.
He shall lead you into the narrow gates,
And forever shall he be your fortress.

Our deep breaths we have been holding for too long have been released into the thin air.
And from them we have found an atmosphere of celebration.
With little words to describe my happiness,
I am so greatful to be amongst those to celebrate the gift of life that God has presented to you.

Nolwazi J Mabilisi®

Perfect imperfections,
Drawn away frustrations.
Pondering sweet emotions,
Simplicity through dedications.
Discovery of new evolutions.
Washed away night's illusions,
Drifted away by happy motions
Pride through inspirations
And self identity through aspirations.
Tears have gone to extinction.
And I have become perfect through imperfection!

Before 23:59 on December 31
I was certain,
About my wasted feelings and hopes.
Love that was meant to be handed to the longing heart,
And not yours was put into waste.
I was certain I had messed it up.
And that was true.

I spent too much time in stagnation and thinking about you
When I wasn't in your thoughts.
I felt happy to leave my broken peaces behind.
And I couldn't ask for more.

My yesterday's meditation cured the little scratches that still ached.
I was revived and drowned into happiness.

I left my silly thoughts behind,
And am happy that you in my mind no more.
And in my own tight arms I am happy.

Today is 20:20 January 1
And I feel liberated from the thoughts of you that captured me with unforgiving claws.

Just because you made me a birthday wish didn't mean I owed you one,
Just because I didn't say any wishes didn't mean I dont care,
I just don't want anything associating myself with you.
What need was it for you to spit out greatly bitter insults at me,
Yes I called you crazy
For I have never seen a selfish person such as you.
It is no use pretending I meant nothing to you,
For you would have not smeared your unchanting words on me.

I would love to see you in much more misery than this,
But thank you for you immediately blocked me out of your life

The moon has become full
And like a lamp it glows.
The bets have come out to play
And I am still all alone.

After such a long day of thought.
That 3 hours paper felt like forever.
My shoulders still carry the burden.
I  am proud to have made it this far.

I had vowed to myself
Something that has surely been a fairytale.
The moon has become full without my love coming to pass.
The moon pushed us away
And am glad it did.

The moon has become full.
And from its brightness it signifies my new life.
My journey as a scholar has ended.
I might as well begin calling myself
A "jobless graduate" for a while.

As for our love.
Forget it,
I don't need it.

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!

You have joined forces with my frenemies,
you have just destroyed our genesis,
you have become a total nemesis.

I thought you were a friend,
but you have been stabbing me right at the back.
I would have never guessed that there could have ever been an end,
but now i know how much you were fake.

That smile,
dear snake,
you kept crawling in the bushes,
but now you crawl on the eroided plateu,

i have seen your moves from afar,
stay away!
you keep on looking at me with those eyes filled with evil,
you trained to become wicked,
i am not surprized that you using your skills against me too.

I am a dream keeper,
not a dream destroyer,
surely i wish you all the best,
life is a journey,
eventually you will reach your fate,

i am a dream keeper,
i kept on hoping for a better future for us,
yet you destroyed my dreams with your new lifestyle.

You are a dreamer,
and i destroyed your dream of us,
the moment i walked away,
surely i wish you all the best.
I wouldnt stop you from what you want to do,

your passion for rap is what you chose,
while my passion for writing is what i grew up with.

We met as strangers with different characters,
tought each other new ways.
But when you chose your new lifestyle i surely couldnt support it,
you knew me as a writer from the very moment.

Yet i am not against you,
neither the love that we once had.
I am a dream keeper,
willing to keep you dream
and hoping it comes true.
It is your passion,
and the life that you chose,
wishing you all the best in all ways possible.

She spends most of her days in doldrums,
always segregated from the whole crowd.
Everyone uses her acts and games against her.

It seemed like a game and they liked it.
But now it is toture,
she is being bullied
she fears coming to school,
she fails to catch some sleep at now,
their words keep ringing in her ears at night.

Today in the morning it was her shoe lace,
after assisting them
the only thanks they give is by making her feel misrable.
Now this afternoon she is crying,
and it all seems like a joke to them.

"Nomathemba help me with Accounting !"
they call out everyday.
After her help they become ironic,
"she is a distinction student".
They make her feel belittled.

"Dont worry you will be Accountant one day...
Because Accountants are greedy too"
i am not willing to support them,
their games are surely bad.

She fails to laugh,
nor smile,
her heart filled with pain.
She is a victim of emotional abuse,
and am the only one who seems to care.
What happened to the unity amongst us?

Knock on the door of my heart
       and i shall open it for you
do not be frighten by what  you'll see.
   I have been trying for too long,
  to let you know how much i love  you.
    But you never bothered looking  further beyond that fake smile on my face.
      That is filled with heart breaks
               and doubts,
for you never bothered to see beyond.

Hey player,
i know you are good with your foot game,
passing the ball from one player to the other,
you sought for the right time to shot,
while you, player get me faded away.

Havent you seen who your best keeper is,
she knows a lot about you that you dont realise,
she keeps those little secrets that seem to be harmless.

Hey player its time you become a striker,
you'v been defending the goals from your team-mate for to long,
stop kicking it to your oponents,
i am right here!

A good goal keeper,
i can keep your heart too,
a good team-mate,
i can always be tolerant,
compromising,
and a lot of sharing,
i wont keep the ***** to myself all the time.

Hey player,
be fair,
i know how to kick the ball too,
but i am sure that i will save your heart from falling and getting hurt.

It was you i had sworn to love,
you that i forever cared for,
thinking of you brought a smile on my face.
It was you that i had forever thought you'd be my lover.

Now you are a rap addict,
rushing to the studio everyday,
your priority is to hit the jackpot in the music industry,
your dressing has changed,
and so have your mantality and speech.

I loved that angelic you,
but since you never realised,
you pushed me away till i am where i am today,
i promice to be still your friend,
but not the lover you need,
youv gone for the looks that most girls admire,
am sure it will win you a dozen of them.

I am too boring,
yet you too noisy,
angelic never suited you anyway since all you ever wanted to do was fit in.

When the Lord created heaven and earth,
he created men.
They became our four fathers
who had the authority to rule over all that crawled on this earth.
They were told to be fruitful and mutlipy,
and they bore us.

Their dominion passed on to us.
While yet his commandments we abused.
But the Lord said unto us,
no weapon formed against us will prosper.
And every tongue that rised against us in judgement he condemned.

Our sins redeemed by the blood of Jesus Christ of Nazareth,
he left all this as our heritage,
and our righteousness in him we found.
His breath bestowed in us,
his glory seen in us,
he knew in us our mothers' womp,
and in every hand he laid a different heritage.
A heritage of his grace,
his wisdom,
and knowledge.

I wish to hold you tight,
and let my whole world feel brand new,
but i wouldnt let you go running with a fright,
because all i want around me is you.

20 minutes before 8pm
walking in the dark path way of my home,
up ahead i saw the open sky,
without any alarm,
there appeared ahead of me
something so astonishing,
my eyes poped out.

I felt my mouth dropping to my feet,
it was a sight i have awaited for, for 2 years,
today the clouds decided to be fair
and clear up just a little bit.

And there i was standing in my black coat,
staring at the meteor-shower,
so fast in the blink of an eye.
Like fire works the sparks meltied away so fast
The sky left with its traces,
my excitement was untamed.

I just wish i was able to share this sight with you,
yet i felt your presence...
It would have been great to see you smile back at me...

The youngest of them all,
at times being the only one around her,
got me fed up.
Her love seemed like hate,
her protection like punishment,

yet never knowing that a time would come,
the time to find my freedom,
to see love and care in her,
to see comfort and safety in her protection.

She is the woman that kept me in her womp for nine months,
with a lot of pain
she brought me to the world,
with too much sufering,
she still never gave me up for adoption.

She is my mother,
the woman i can brag about everyday.
She is my mother,
the woman i love so much without any daught.

She made me vigilant to the things of this world,
groomed me with wisdom.
Taught me knowledge
and gave me the name Nolwazi[which means knowledge]
she fought for me never letting me sleep on an empty stomach.
She held me tight and made sure
that i went on with my studies.

She is my mother,
a woman i love so much,
a God fearing woman,
i never got to write about her until today,
she kept me warm throught the stormy nights,
and whispered in my ear while in her harms till i fell asleep.
I love her so much,
no one's love is greater than hers.

You wont celebrate,
you fear growing old,
having to bring a young lady home,
when you have to become a husband,
and soon a father,
you fear losing your youth.
Two years from now you will be 21

you just turned 19
i shall still remind you that it is your birthday.
Best wish with love i send out to you,
you fear growing old,
but may God increase your days on earth.
Your fear of growing old surely you will soon overcome,
when you now realise that you are just one year older now.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!

When the clock strikes at four
my mind will not be at rest anymore,
when the clock strikes at four
this little energy i have will be fully drained,
these pillars of mine will be very weak
and unstable to hold my body  anymore.

When the clock strikes at four
i will be tired of forgetting,
my hand will not be able to keep the pen dancing,.my thoughts will be saturated by you
i cannot do it anymore
i can hardly bare sitting here anymore.

Its a Friday
After such a long day yesterday.
Tomorrow is Saturday
And thanks God that i will be home tonight.
I shall fail to cope because my mind roams in thoughts
saturated by my plans for tomorrow.

It is 8o'clock on the wall,
the moment for me to start trying to solve for X's
at nine i will have to retell the story of Animal Farm,
the death of Othello and anylse those poems.
At 10:30 i will be free
an additional language always makes my day.
But when the clock strikes at one
my soul will be gone and my body will be shut down,
i shall await for the clock to strikes 3:30
before some little excitment kicks in.

When the clock strikes at four,
i shall carry my bags with me and
get drifted away by the wind like
chaff.
I shall find my way home,
only to get a peace of mind and a hot bath.
And then think about you until i nearly drawn,
when the clock strikes at four,
i know i will be going home today.

My confusion sinks deep,
every second i find myself roaming in thought,
what best can i describe it,
i do not know, but i know,
my mind says another story,
while the people say another,
and there you are having yours way so different.

Whisper into my ear,
something so straight and meaningful,
something i will love and cherish,
whisper into my ear,
a song that will keep me dancing forever.

I am confused,
i dont know what to think,
they have posioned my mind,
i might be getting the whole story wrong,
please tell me that i am right and they are wrong.

You would rather not say,
for my thoughts are caught in between,
should i love?
must i love you?
do i love you?
will i love you?
Am i in love with you,
please ohh! gracious sir
let me know if you love me.

He sang songs of love ,
little by little i fell in love with them,
he thought it was him that i loved,
and he was surely convinced.

He told stories of his youth,
so daring and fascinating,
little by little they drew me closer,
he tough it was him that i wanted close,
and he was surely convinced.

He looked so funny,
and everytime i would laugh when i saw him,
he thought it was him that made me laugh,
and he was surely convinced.

He was so mean he made me cry,
he never thought he could have ever been the one to make me cry,
but he was the one, and i am convinced.

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...

The originality manufactured naturally,
strength gained without any body building,
hard work born with no need to learn it.
Rising and falling known from first sight.
Being a refugee has now become a norhm.
Watching the sun set on empty  stomaches like some soup opera.
Poverty unplanned has been
jotted in the caleneders.

Always ready to take to the heels like some marathon race fleeing from wars.
Carrying a spiritaul shield to protect their lives because not even  any asurance can cover their deaths.
So many cries nobody knows if they are of joy or sorrow,
but i know that most of them project a message of pain.

Learning to be a doctor with no degree only because their societies need to be saved.
Little boys carry heavy battle machinery and are forced into war without any military trianing.

Poor Africa you are projected as helpless,
but nothing is so rich as your soils and every other thing that crawls on you,
the preys and its preditors so firece and cunning clever than those  pets that trained at some fancy school.
Your landscapes so unique they all are amazing to glare at.
Nothing makes you Africa so beautiful
than the golden rays from the sun departing to its sleep.
Giving everyone that chance to grasp a smile.

Africa is rich not because of money, but beacause of the natural resources extracted from it.

If the simplest words as "Goodbye" meant so much to you,
forgive me for thinking that
it was just one of those normal days,
it meant nothing much for
i knew that i would see you soon.
But now i am on my knees begging for you to fogive me.

My apologies bouncing back at me,
like a little table tennis game am playing alone.
If "Goodbye" surely means so much to you,
then you must know that "Sorry" means so much to me too.
Atleast forgive me now,
and foever will i learn to say "Goodbye".

He is not a lover
but a brother
the one i found in Christ

he is a friend
so inspiring
only i can understand

you claim his mine
but no he is not
its just too much of what we have in common

he is "Cool"
and i am cold
but he know how to keep me warm

a big heart
so strong and powerful
he knows how to protect that fregile me

team spirit is what he carries
while you are the human crisis
he know how to make me let go of that anger you cause.

He is not a lover
his a friend
the one i found in Christ

much of a lady's man
a caring heart so pure
he is just one unique soul i know

comforting in distress
never lets me drawn in doldrums
he always seem to keep me smiling

his not a lover
but a brother
the one i found in Christ

so much of your suspicions
better should they be locked away
before your thoughts poision my mind

To you big eye overlooking my window,
i couldnt go to sleep without saying good night,
and to you precious candles clowing in the dark,
i couldnt go to sleep without making my wish on you.
Before night's hallicination hypnotise me,
i will use my last energy to wish all you creatures of the earth a wonderful night,
as i shut my eyes and follow the melodious sounds of my bed calling me.

I wonder around faking a smile
pretending am alright,
people see me and believe all is well when i laugh.
They make jokes that seem not to have an impact on me
as much as you do.

A little hope,
a little smile,
a little laughter, that makes it all worth it is what you are to me.
A little  from the heart is all i could ever share with you,

like you name says,
i believe you have conquered my heart.
You meant nothing few days ago,
but now a little from the heart
makes me see how much i love you.

If anybody should be angry at the other its me,
angry at myself for the shame,
no need to point a finger or hide behind it,
not willing to call myself a failer
but i know i have failed.

Too ashamed to let everyone see me weeping,
not even myself from that mirror reflecting my loss back at me.

I was too proud,
believed in myself,
knew i was going to make it,
but no i failed,
and all it has done is to bring back my losses from the past.

To ashame to let the world see me,
i have locked myself away,
i cant even walk out of the house,
it feels like the whole world knows my loss.

Too proud,
too confident,
but now all my confidence has been washed away into the drain.

I am mostly ashamed for i failed to make my Mama proud.

Child abuse!
Child abuse!
What kind of a monster are you?

Children all over the world are being abused.
They are abused at home by their parents,
At school by their teachers,
And as they play with thier peers.
They suffer from the East, North, West and South.

What then should be done to make an end to this problem?
Parents, teacher and friends,
Lets all think about this problem,
Lets all try to make an end to it.

THANK YOU!

I found my pleasure in writing poems.
But technology has tought me how to type.
But today i have decided to go back to my old roots.
I write this in pain,
Tryibg to wipe away all the opressions that is behind technology.
I just want to vanish into the channel of my thoughts.
Mybe i might come back happy once again.

Fought against my fears,
Until now that they have become hate,
Pushing back those tears,
I am trying my best to find ways to meet my fate.

Carrying on my shoulders a heavy pile,
I hide my broken spirit behind that smile,
Locked myself away in the room,
My whole world has been feeling gloom.

Seems like the earth and its creatures have won once again,
I will admit that its not atitude,
We are just in diffrent altitudes,
All i can do is pace myself away from your latitude,
There has always been a different maltitude...my "Dear Friend"

Your marriage crisis has been affecting my poems,
i get you commenting
with some sense of hatred.
I wouldnt feel so uncomfortable
if i knew you,
and if i had anything to do with
your marriage.

This little girl has become so vulnerable,
posting every poem with a little
prayer,
that you dont wreck it
and make it one of your rough drafts.

Dear Mrs JC
i would rather appreciate you
staying away from my poems.
And not getting any like
or comment at all,
than having your name written all over them.

It is not because i have nothing
to say,
it is not because my voice is not
louder,
but i keep quiet because i want
my happiness to stay,
all i can do is watch your words
filling the air like powder.

My silence is not because i am afraid,
neither does it mean i can be
treated like a domestic maid,
but rather i keep quiet to try and keep myself holy,
and watch you quarell like the folly.

My silence is louder than your noise
and your words like shoting bullets bounce back,
for you know it hurts to see me rejoice,
i just pray that your words just get caught up and strain your neck.

I found someone else
to share my ideas with,
he is someone who listens
to all the stories that were meant
to be yours.
He comforts me,
and never teaches me the wrath
you tought me.
He has become special to me,
all the gifts that were meant to be
yours are now his.

You are my father,
Yes i admit that,
But you were never there
And he is.
Wishing for you to see my sucess
after all those curses that you
threw at me,
While he encourages me everyday.

He is the new father that i have,
Special to me,
And has filled that hallow space,
that was open for years.
Happy Father's Day
to the man that has taken me
to be his own daughter,
when you dear Dad
forsaked me

Believing to have a friend,
she warns you from someone else,
but later on you realise that,
that someone is now the new best friend.
I pretend all is well,
fake a smile,
creak a joke or two,
laugh louder than they do,
but inside my heart bleeds in betrayal.

Feel like i have fallen under the devil's trap,
Under opression,
And my soul is chained up in manacles.

Trying my best to reach to the world,
But that concrete wall bounces my words back,
the louder i become its like my voice is being lowered.

They say they want the best,
But they never assist me in achieving it,
Just like that novel Animal Farm,
they are Squealer and Napoleon.
Only caring much about the result but not me.

It feels like i am back in the Aparthied era,
And like Nelson Mandela,
My 12 years of learning have just become a 27 years imprisonment.

I feel like i am a murdurer being questioned in the court of law,
I dont know anything about being a lawer nor a police,
But am forced to write reports of why i failed.
Looking at their barbaric faces,
i know how much they will never suport me.

They call a school a place of learning,
but today i saw another story in the system.

He leads me in green pastures,
He guides my path to rightousness,
He lifts me up when i fall,
He is my pillar to lean on when i cant stand.

He says "yes"
when all say "no"
He makes a way where it seems to be non
Forever Has He been my shield.

He knew me in my mother's womp
Created me in His own image
gave His son away to the earth
for my sins to be washed away.

How Great is Thou Art
Highly exalted above all nations
The King of kings
The Lord of lords
with Him all things are possible.

I call him Emmanuel
The I Am That I Am
The Mighty above all
The Alfa and The Omega
The Unchangable Changer.

He is my pillar
The one and only friend i could ever ask for
In Him i can never lack
but rather rejoice
for He is The Prince of Peace

What is bitter,
is the truth.
What is relish is lies.
Yes the truth hurts,
but what happened to comfort.

Making me feel like a stupid.
Feeling like am talking to a concrete wall
look at me trying my best to ease the pain.
But look at you rejecting me,
like i am a stranger.

You left me with open wounds
but i learnt to forgive,
a slight opinion sliping out of my mind,
you hated my words for good,
why cant you hate me
not what i said.

My side of the story is simple,
you now know how much i suffered in the pain you cuased
i learnt to forgive but you didnt
i humbled myself
but what about you.

You where committed
but from a change in the hands of the clock
why are you so willing to condemn me?