Dear Ms Napoleon

I'm writing this letter to let you know how I feel about you.

Sthandwa sami, I have tripped from the hill of my pride and fallen for you. Please catch me but be careful cause I'm coming in too fast. You have made me fall in love with you so much that my fear of drowning is nothing compared to a life without you.
I don't know whether it's a good idea to tip you off just yet, I've got so much love for you that I can love more than one person and yet I can't because you are more than enough for me. I have only one question. I asked Cupid to ask you, but he never does anything I tell him to do, he is so protective over me.
Anyways here's the question; I know you are afraid of the ocean and right now my love is the ocean, are you ready to jump in?

NB: Be warned, this love is so deep that you might drown if you're not ready, but it is also hot to keep you warm while you are diving deeper and deeper. All this love is just for you to explore.

Dear Self
Rather get broke paying attention to you than get broke paying attention to someone else.

She thinks I'm her sun
And she's the sunflower.
Infact she thinks she is the flour
And I'm the yeast, I make our love rise.
She thinks for her to survive she needs me.

The truth is I'm the sunflower
And she's the sun.
I'm the flour and she is the yeast.
She is water on Earth,
I need her more than she needs me.

Without her, I'm a church without saints.
Without her, I'm a dog without a scent,
I can't find my way to her heart.
Without her, I'm a home without children,
I am lonely.
Without her I am nothing
But I can't tell her that because she would realise my value
And notice I'm not worth it.

But for some reasons, she thinks she is worth less and I'm worth more.
For some reasons, she always put me first and her second.
For some reasons, she thinks without me she's just a tree without leaves,
I make her look attractive.
Without me, she is Mars, she has no life.
Without me, she is a window without a curtain
Everyone can see she needs me.

Only if she knew a tree without leaves potrays beautiful art.
Only if she knew I wouldn't be exploring her if she didn't have a life.
Only if she knew that window is keeping the wind out of my fragile heart.
Only if she knew her worth to me, she wouldn't be saying what she's saying now.

I'm scared to tell her that to me she's worth everything
Because she might walk away and I will loose everything.
Only if she knew her worth to me.

I miss high school
Especial how we kept it cool
And always cracking jokes in classes,
Peeked and greeted each other through glasses.
Fumana High School, that's the name
And having fun was our high school game.
Even though we had our own individual characteristics and fame,
Student unity made us one happy fam.

C56, one of the school's corrupted classes,
Mentally good and physically fit.
Some classmates were like candy sweets.
I'm just kidding, but I do miss the fun, the break laugh
And the true friendship love.
It was a small fantasy world and a less responsible life.
I miss my friends and some schoolmates
Not forgetting my classmates.

How can I forgot our teachers,
If this was a song they would be features.
I still remember Mr Sibiya, the joke *******,
Mrs Tshabalala, the corruption tracker
And Mr Phakoe, the workerholic,
His work could turn one into an alcoholic.
How can we forget Mr Mtetwa our deputy principal,
He taught us that respect and hardwork was life's principle.
I haven't forgot Mr Kgapole, always serious,
If he was an actor it would've been in a science fiction.

Class of 2018,
So confusing like the movie Matrix.
We were so unpredictable.
I think being unique made it easy to be unpredictable.
Do you still remember matric last forty days?
The uniform trash day, the good old days,
The drama, the smokers, the lovers, the gamblers and the nerds?
It's a pity everything comes to an end.

I wish we become united again,
Help those who can't stand up on their own,
Be united until death seperates us.

I grew up knowing we are a broken race,
A race that changes smiles to frowns on everyone's face,
A race of pity, a race of self destruction,
A race of slaves, a race of savages.
I grew up knowing that we are the poison to the sea,
Acid to the earth
And pollution to the air.
I grew up embarassed of my colour,
Embarassed of my Nation,
Embarassed of my Continent...

I guess I didn't know better
That one day I will discover of our Greatness.
I discovered that our forefathers walked all four corners of the Earth.

Let me rephrase that...

Our forefathers were acknowledged in all corners of the Earth.
I discovered we were once tutors of the world,
We were once Astronomers of the stars,
Travellers of Mother Earth,
Doctors to the sick
And Founders of great kingdoms like Cambodia, parts of Egypt, America etc...
We were founders of some of the world's oldest civilisations,
The olmec vivilization.

African child, how far have you fallen?

I get so much joy and pride when I look back,
Back beyond the slave's era,
Further before the missionaries,
The beauty I see.
I am overwhelmed by the greatness of our Africanism.

Where did it all go wrong?

We have such great history
But it all sounds like a myth or a mystery
Especially when I say that we once walked tall and high in the foreign lands of America,
Not as slaves but as residents and rulers.
Our history shouts of our greatness,
It tells us that the first man to be saluted as Emperor of China
Was the son of the soil, the son of Africa.
Our history tells a story of our existence in India,
Our great kingdoms in Cambodia and Scotland.
Our history even goes back further to the ancient times of the Bible.
It speaks of ******, a great man in the eyes of the Lord,
The father of Cush, the founder of Cushite, a black nation.

It saddens me to see us disrespect our elders like this
For they hold our rich history.
They hold the bridges we have forgotten,
They hold the secrets of our Nation.
They were there when mama Africa gave birth to us
And we will weep when mama Africa swallows them up.
We will not cry for they have gone
But we will cry for the knowledge we have buried.

If you don't believe me ask the sage Ntate Credo Mutwa.

Wake up Africa. Wake up and Rise...
Rise African Child!

God looked around his garden
And he found an empty place.
He then looked down upon this earth
And saw your tired face.
He put his arms around you
And lifted you to rest.
God’s garden must be beautiful
He always takes the best.
He knew that you were suffering,
He knew you were in pain.
He knew that you would never
Get well on Earth again.
He saw that the road was getting rough
And the hills are hard to climb,
So he closed your weary eyelids
And whispered “Peace be thine”.
It broke our hearts to lose you
But you didn’t go alone,
For part of us went with you
That day God called you home.