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Apr 2018
It's hard!
I wish someone could just wake me up and tell me otherwise,
tell me that it's all just a dream or at least tell me that it was just a trial run of how his funeral is gonna be when the time comes.

Yes I was there when his coffin went down.
Yes I was there when they covered his coffin with sand.
Yes i was there.

But it is hard!
It's hard to believe that he is no longer.
Why did you take him  away from us?
See now you left us with so much pain.
Yes he was in pain but why didn't you heal him like you heal the others?

You know at times when I am at my house I hope to see him passing by carrying his small bag, wearing his formal clothes and his formal shoes shining as always bese athi " Kgola my baby uphi uMa wakho, o ba bolelle gore ke teng" and he will always give me at least R10 when he goes back to his place just to say tsa ngwana wa nnake.

He will always shout at me for calling him malome, he would say " ntombatana ke ntatemogolo wago gake malome wago bo malome bago ke Thulane le Bongani uyeva"

I guess my heart is still bleeding for him for he was the only ntatemogolo I knew from my dad's side.
This poem is dedicated to my late Mkhulu Benson Ngwane Tshela. I truly miss you Ntatemogolo and I'll forever love you. Tshela,Mambane.
Kgolagano Tshela
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Kgolagano Tshela  Potchefstroom
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