I told you he is a player
You said he is a sweet-talker
I told you he is a cheater
You said I am a hater
I am still a liar?

Lonely long nights
Secrete phone calls characterized by whispers
All of them are wrong numbers
Strange phone calls and threats
I am still a hater?

I never wanted to be your friend after turning me down
I wanted to walk away and may be forget about you
I paid for it by watching you suffer under the wrath of his said love
Your time and dreams thrown to his treasure trove
Shoving your love in the shelve and loving others
I stand at a distance as per your plea

Is this love?
Bruised beautiful face
Deep scars in your heart like a tattoo
Hidden behind fake smiles yet it is dripping and drizzling with blood
You are like a twig in his flood
A flower that will never bud

The darkest hour is before dawn
The knees are weak
Like over ripe guavas hope falls
No rainbow in the eye of the storm
No glimpse of hope to derive courage from
High waves and tides as the seas foam

Calmness is a distant memory
If this is a love song
Why should it be so painful?
Cupid must be stupid!
A myth to be forgotten
The past belong to the past

I can smell the aroma of change!
The rays of a new dawn
A new era
New memories are about to knock at the door of your heart
Please do not despair
God never fails to repair

Take no pain from the past but lessons learnt
You are not a prisoner to hurting but a victor of forgiveness
Open your heart once again
Let the cool breeze of love fill you
The rain of care slowly but surely trickle
Dripping and drizzling like honey dew from the sweetest comb

Love is there hidden in the shadows of these roses so colourful believe me
Smell its refreshing scent and follow it to the wonderland
Love so luscious as the moon
Succulent as the night  
Romantic as a rose
Soothing like a summer rain

Free your mind and free your spirit
Lament no more!
Spit the tastelessness of this test
And turn it into a testimony
From a mess to a message of the future
Frame this shame into a parachute and have a safe landing!

You can be down but not out
Because love is never a race
Love is life and life is love
Always remember: the meaning to life is the pursuit of your heart
What I never did is done
Go ahead and fly your kite

Beyond the storm it will shine again
Because you are the one to paint the rain in the sky
So please don’t cry
The fish are yours to fry
You can choose to fly
And never forget to smile

AKELDAMA (THE FIELD OF BLOOD)
If I were Shakespeare
I would say: what hath happened to you mother earth?
Fallen creation! What hast thou done?
Abel’s blood laments from the ground
Innocent streams of blood flow in the swamps
Calling in the deepest seas
Yet creation joys at its screams and groans
Blood and bones spread like a red carpet
Bodies hung like clothes on a washing line
Akeldama! Akeldama! The earth has become!

Brothers butchering each other over stolen money
Babies murdered in the name of abortion
Albinos sacrificed in the quest for wealth and good luck
Oceans are dump sites for human carcases
Pastors servicing their ministries with innocent souls
Alters covered with ***** and blood
Bribery has become the order of the day
Akeldama! Akeldama! The world has become!

Authored outside the garden of Eden
Anger and heartlessness have become a burden
The love for money has made hearts to harden
With personal pockets to fatten
Forgiveness and good virtues are forgotten
Akeldama! Akeldama! The earth has become!

Shattered into pieces my heart bleeds
My soul weeps tears of blood
Tears that are torn and roasted before they reach the ground
Causing my troubled heart hasten to pound
Just like a floating trophy blood shed circulates around
My voice is bubbling within me
I am like an ant under an elephant’s hove
Akeldama! Akeldama! The earth has become!

Judases creeping in the shadows
Like giant monsters
Innocent hearts dripping and drizzling with blood
The guilty jubilantly roaming the streets

The church is silent
A sleeping lion!
A toothless bull dog
Blood stained tithes and offerings
Flesh fuelled businesses crowding the CBD
Deceit and betrayal is a game of hearts
Dead consciences that cannot be resuscitated
Children are fatherless and mothers are childless
The rich are heartless
The heirs are senseless
Crying is useless
They deem Christianity meaningless
Talking about Ubuntu is a sign of weakness
Leaders are foreign to selflessness
Oh Akeldama! Akeldama! The earth has become!

To him who hold the seven stars in his right hand
Who is the first born of all creation?
Turn not a blind eye on our afflictions
For how long will we sing the sour song of Akeldama
A song written by the greedy and blood thirsty
A rhythmless song sung when strings are broken and voices are full of anger
Akeldama! Akeldama! The earth mourns!
Oh Akeldama!