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Eddie Matikiti Feb 2016
In the middle of obscurity there was a town
Made of steel, land and sea
It seemed all familiar yet totally new
At the world's end,  far from the noisy crowd

The air smelled just like Durban without the curry
Less humid and weather well behaved
The landmass much smaller
The people were friendly yet indifferent

The sea water as cold as in Cape Town
The beachfront just as windy but less scenic
A place perfect for great walks
Ideal for obscurity

I expected more from this place
My days felt like months
Time slows down in obscurity
The food doesn't taste as nice

Yet there is a whole civilisation here
Generation upon generation settled here
Going about their days
Content with obscurity,  no care for what's yonder
Eddie Matikiti Feb 2017
Life is a struggle
So cold and pointless at times
Hardships and struggles
Unnecessary difficulties and problems

Life is a great battle
A fight to rise to the top
Blood, sweat and tears
Victory only comes after fighting

Life is a mystery
What is the point of it all
At the end we all lose
We all die anyway
Eddie Matikiti Nov 2016
A sudden tingle in the belly
A storm is slowly brewing
Pain and suffering follows
The rustling of a thousand cattle

The embarrassing walk to the pit
That shameful squat to eject
Out of sight from the world
A private war between man and waste

Rumbling and shaking from within
A belly possessed by a beast
The beast must be exorcised
The pain gets intense

Then it starts to come out
Slowly and hard at first
The uncontrollable rush begins
The beast is slowly released

Then silence follows
All seems well again
That hurtful feast is dumped
Away it goes down the drain
Eddie Matikiti Mar 2017
I have stopped going to LinkedIn to apply for jobs
My aspirations have transcended into looking beyond the security of a pay cheque
I am looking beyond the 8- 5 call of duty
I am aiming to make the lines blurry between pleasure and business

I don’t read on how to perform in interviews anymore
My library is all about how to lead, how to influence and how to make an impact in others’ lives
I am more interested in fueling my ambitions and driving towards creating a legacy
I am learning to think beyond myself and seeing into the future

But in the end I guess it’s all a gamble
Success is best defined by the beholder
And it will be tested by time...
Eddie Matikiti Apr 2016
Cold cold go away
Come again another day
Keep your sorrows far away
Let us dance and celebrate

Snow snow go away
Come again you lovely sun
Turn the cold to water and rain
Let the snowman melt away
Eddie Matikiti Feb 2017
Lately I get a strange feeling
This place doesn't feel good anymore
Everything seems awkward
All common senses are misplaced

I have been asking myself lately
Am I still happy here?
Do I belong still ?
Why do I feel like a man stuck inside a ladies bathroom ?

I cannot control my depression
Melancholy gets the better of me
All these strange people I do not know
Speaking this strange tongue to my face

I should be happy
I should be feeling good about life
I should disguise my sadness with smiles
I should drown my despair with hope

I am dying slowly in this place
Sorrow is siphoning my life away
Darkness and weeping harass me
All hope is dimming right before me

I must escape from this strange place
Sail into the sunset of my life
To a world I can call my own
Where joy grows on trees like leaves
And rainbows are part of every day
Eddie Matikiti Jun 2016
Define your truth
Evaluate your truth
Add to your truth
Live by it!

Truth is like a tragedy scene
As cold as a blizzard night
It is a hard medicine to swallow
It is painful to the giver and receiver

Befriend and endear it
Seek and embrace it
Let it sober you and guide your walk
Let truth lead
Eddie Matikiti Jul 2015
The heavenly sight of the finish line
Devine scent of conquest
Bells of triumph itch to resound
Crowds await to bare witness
Doves anticipate their release
The judges there to approve

A perilous mile it has been
An unforgiving mountain to climb
Fighting a wounded bear
Pulling a locomotive train
Sailing against the tides
Body and mind cannot bear

It was like building in the sea
Constructing lakes in a desert
Brick by brick I moved
Step by step I took
Ounce by ounce I lifted
Training, preparing, waiting

Alas the finish ribbon was near
The glorious ribbon only steps away
The latter pain seemed as nothing
It turned into a pleasurous joy
Breaths away from the moment of glory

The bells did ring
And the trumpets too
The crowds cheered
Birds were released
The Judges did grant
Oh honey is the taste of victory
29/07/2015 - Lusaka - Zambia
Eddie Matikiti Oct 2015
It has been a long stroll to freedom
So many years gone by
Thinking about how this day would go
Anticipation meets reality
Time to unmask the mystery

The mood is a concoction of wonder, delight and fear
Body, mind and soul in fearful agreement
The body succumbs to this inevitable lust
The thirst wins in the end

Finally the day has arrived
When the wood and the wall must collide
Something must give in
Something must break

Bitter and sweet ordeal
Blood must spill to seal the deal
Groanings of a joyous agony resound
Consummation of carnal souls

A soul tainted, a ****** corrupted
Nothing remains the same
Reality has not surpassed expectations
 Innocence forever shattered
This day eternally marked
Eddie Matikiti May 2016
Sometimes we must say goodbye
And walk away
Far away from all we love
To a place strange and odd

Only to rediscover ourselves
To be reborn again
To reinvent our will
And recalibrate our hearts

It is on that journey we'll find solace
It is then we have clarity
Our minds are open to hear the truth
Free from disruptive noises
Eddie Matikiti Mar 2017
My shoulders are heavy
I feel tired and heavily laden
My doorbell always ringing
Never a moment of rest

The weight of the world on my shoulders
All of the issues, problems and cares
Knocking my head against the wall
Violence and noise all around me

The troubles of the world burning me out
Fires all around me
Firefighting all day and night
My head up in smoke

When will I breathe clearly again?
When shall the problems cease?
When shall the smoke disappear?
When will the fires die out?

Who will carry my own weight?
Who will extinguish my own fires?
Who will dry out my own tears?
Who shall rescue me in my hour of need?
Eddie Matikiti Sep 2016
Don't you just hate a wet blanket?
Nobody likes it
No one can sleep under it
It just seems weird and unpleasant

Imagine a wet blanket in winter time
Dripping icey waters onto your bare back
Would be the perfect wartime torture
It will break the spirit of any man

Life feels like that sometimes
Misserable and sad!
Like winter rain on a Monday morning
No hope, sunshine nor smiles
Cloudy with a chance of hailstorm

Days come when all seems to just go wrong
The stars are misaligned against us
Hardships and troubles endear us
And there's nowhere to run
No solution to fix
Nothing to do

Life begins to dampen
Just like a wet blanket
The gloomy wetness results in tears
Laughter and hope become stranger memories
The light of life fades away

It is a time of reflection
To stop, think and pay attention
To what the universe is saying
There are lessons even in wet blankets.
Eddie Matikiti Jan 2018
Love is friendship on steroids. It is quiet understanding, mutual confidence, sharing and forgiving.

It is loyalty through good and bad times. It is also common interest, compromise and coorporation.

It settles for less than perfection and makes allowances for human weaknesses. Love is the greater force that binds disparate hearts.
Eddie Matikiti Apr 2016
Our minds agree
Circumstances do not
We have a good time
But the timing is off

We met in the wrong season
But the feelings just right
The heavens for us
Hell fighting us

A part of us loves
Yet the other is at war
One leg wants to walk away
And the other wants to stay

A war zone within the mind
A paradise in the heart
It feels right now and wrong a moment later
What will become of this fragile love?
What will become of this fragile love?
You
Eddie Matikiti Apr 2016
You
You inspire a smile in my heart
And refocus my eyes to see
A future so green and so bright
Laden with feelings and laughter

You are the sunny side of Joburg
The serenity of the Durban waters
The might of Cape Town winds
The beauty of the Eastern Cape

You do surgery on my heart
Restoring the brokenness within
Curing the melancholy
Breaking up the discord

I wish for rainbows everyday
Springwaters to bath in
Great renown and riches
But none of that compares to you
Eddie Matikiti Jul 2016
The people have endured hardships for a while now. They have prayed and fasted for a better day but none has come. Prophesy has been given but has not been fulfilled. There have been moaning and groaning in every heart, in every home and in all the streets. Tyranny and misrule have become the trademark of the Mugabe rule. Finally our hope is at an end and our patience faded. It is time for a new Zimbabwean renaissance!
Zimbabwe does not belong to a few, it is not an aristocratic organisation. No one inherited the birth right to the white house. No one person is entitled to the presidency alone. It is the people who make Zimbabwe and it is they who rule. The president is nothing but a glorified civil servant. He or she works for the people and not against them. The people are the masses and they have the ultimate power. The Police and Army are mandated to serve and protect the interests of the people and not to fight them. The government should be for the people. Governments are nothing without the people!
Mugabe is the most shameful of African leaders. He was a beacon of light that turned into an apocalyptic darkness. He was the colourful and joyous son of Africa now turned into a ruthless dictator. The unlikely and even undeserving candidate who now imposes himself to be the king for life. The incorruptible one who has now become the father and a haven for the **** of corruption. Mugabe is a man disillusioned by his own grandiose imaginations that have been brewed by his over-prolonged stay on the seat of power. He has become the educated man who turned into the most foolish amongst us. Lost all sense of morality and cannot distinguish between what is right and wrong. This icon of a man has ****** on his own legacy. He has torn down his own statues. No longer shall he be remembered as a great revolutionary, he shall forever be vilified for the political villain that he is. The angel sent by God to redeem us has become the devil to us.
Mugabe is a testament that education and wisdom can be parallel. Maybe he has succumbed to the vices of old age and lost his original senses. Or maybe he is now just a stooge and stage puppet controlled by others behind the scenes. It could be that he suffers from dementia or some form of schizophrenic condition. He has a deranged personality void of all manner of reason and decency. Maybe he has become blinded and cannot see the reality of the Zimbabwean condition.
I am neither Zanu PF nor MDC or any other sham. I am red, white, black, green and yellow. I am a Zimbabwean. I cannot believe how I supported this madman and his cronies blindly for a time. I was once deluded and believed in the sovereignty dogma and the right for Zimbabwe to influence its own politics. All the time the country was deteriorating as the Zanu PF cancer was spreading across all corners of this beautiful nation. Those in power were busy abusing it and looting wealth for themselves. They looted farms, properties, companies, gold, platinum and diamonds. Everything they touched was stained with failure.
Some of the most educated people in Africa have now become nomads and sojourners in this world. The beauty and grace that distinguished Zimbabwe from the rest has been greatly compromised and diminished.  Zimbabwe has become nothing to write home about. Our previously less prominent neighbours have outgrown us.
The people go hungry, the banks have no money, industry has lost its footing, unemployment at its highest, crime and discord rampant, nothing but lawlessness and disorder. No electricity everywhere and  water supply is erratic. The roads are in dire condition. The industries of Bulawayo have suffocated to death. White collar workers have been reduced to vending. We are now a nation of scavengers and families grow hungry. Exports are a thing of the past and the Zimbabwean dollar is nowhere to be seen. The whole economy is in a constant state of illness and misery. The health sector has been hit hard. Zimbabwean youth have become jobless and confused. The working class goes on without receiving wages and salaries. In the meantime the police has become more corrupt and draconian, ZIMRA keeps squeezing the little money the poor have and there is mass censorship everywhere. The man who was tasked to manage this country has failed and must step down. These are more than enough reasons for change.
Mugabe and his government have turned the reputation of Zimbabweans to nothing. Zimbabweans are now seen as weak and destitute people all across the world. In certain places they have become pariahs who survive by hustling, robbing and conning. We are scattered all over and it is not by choice.
The pride and dignity of the Zimbabwean flag has been tainted by this man. As heinous and evil was the Ian Smith regime and his supremacist government, Mugabe is worse. We will never wish to go back to white rule but we wish for a black competent government that is effective. We just want things to work in Zimbabwe. We want to restore the beauty of our glorious nation. We want Zimbabwe to be better than it was ever before. One thing is clear, Mugabe has done his part and has run out of ideas. His time is done! We need fresh thinkers in the white house. We need real change in Zimbabwe. A new dispensation with none of the failed old guard. They have served their role and it is time to resign and retire.
Mugabe is not a uniting force anymore. He has become a symbol for division pretty much like Adolf ******. He is just an old man hiding behind a suit and his hordes of security men and puppeteers. Even the great Fidel Castro relinquished power! South Africa has seen more democracy than Zimbabwe. Change has swept across most of Africa and it is now knocking on the door in Harare.
We the Zimbabweans across the globe unite and in one great voice we shout, “Enough is enough, No more Mugabe and his regime, No more suffering, we want a new and better Zimbabwe! We want a government for the people! We want jobs! We want local industries! We want agricultural growth! We want a country that works!”
My recommendation to Mr. Mugabe is that he researches about the Seppuku ("stomach- or abdomen-cutting") or harakiri (“cutting the belly") and practises it. This is a form of Japanese ritual suicide by disembowelment. It was originally reserved for samurai. Part of the samurai bushido honour code, seppuku was used either voluntarily by samurai to die with honour rather than fall into the hands of their enemies (and likely suffer torture) or as a form of capital punishment for samurai who had committed serious offenses, or performed because they had brought shame to themselves.
Change is coming to Zimbabwe whether the old guard want it or not. The police black boots will not able able to intimidate this away. No oration or rhetoric will sweep this change under the carpet. This is different from the attempted changed introduced by the MDC a few years back. This change is not sponsored by the British or Americans. This change is motivated by the gross incompetence of the sitting government and it is empowered by the resolve of every true Zimbabwean to see a better and healthier Zimbabwe that offers a lucrative future for our children. This change is 100% Zimbabwean and is not about colour, creed or background.
E Matikiti – 05/07/2016

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