Sons of the soil.
Daughters of the soil.
Wake up and rejoice, for its the day of your heritage.
Celebrate your culture, for it is your privilege.

You are Africa, Africa is you.
A nation so diverse and true.
A real rainbow nation.
Deeply rooted in our tradition.

Nna ke mo Tswana, ebile ke motlotlo ka bo Tswana bame.
Nna ke mo Pedi, ebile ka ikgantsha ka go nna mo Pedi.
Mna ndi ngum Xhosa, ubona nje, ndiyazi dla ngo buXhosa bam.
Mina ngi ngum Zulu qobo, futhi ngiyazi qhenya.

On this day, remember who you are.
On this day, commemorate who you are.
Take pride in your true identity.
Let there be peace and serenity.
In South Africa our land.
Together may we all stand.

Le ga ole moTswana wa Afrika.
Noba ungu m'Xhosa wase Afrika.
Le ha ole mo Sotho wa Afrika Borwa.
Are rataneng. Masi thandaneni.

On this day, speak your mother tounge.
On this day, sing your clan song.
A moTswana eme a kgibe.
UmXhosa maka phakame axhentse.
UmZulu maka sukume agide.
A moPedi a emelle bine.

Sons of the soil.
Daughters of the soil.
Wake up and rejoice, for its the day of your heritage.
Celebrate your culture, for it is your privilege.

This is some puked poetry
I need to scream it out
I can’t let you go
It’s wearing me out
It’s ******* wearing me out
And this puked poetry
Is unaesthetic
Is tragic
Probably pathetic
To hell with words and that rhyme
It’s worth a dime
I’ll throw it up like some poison
I’ll throw it up cuz I’mna choke on it
Say it say it say it
It’s ******* wearing me out
Okay, time out!
You’re gone, gone gone
I’m gone, gone, gone
And the wind, heck, the wind
Is still there to rewind
Our time
Yeah I know that doesn’t rime
I said to hell with it. You don’t listen
But you let me glisten in the glitters
Of our time together
I’m perhaps in the gutters
But promised I’d love you forever
A curse I endorse
Isn’t that worse
Than letting it go?
But I can’t let you go
Set those lines on fire
They’d excite the pyre
Of my frustration
Drop of metal in fusion
Light it up, light it up
Till the blueish skies
Time flies, flies, flies
One year ago
No, I can’t let you go
I began walking alone in Cali
Fornia, Cauli
Flower
Lover.


September 11, 2015- on that same day, I set foot in Southern California, one year ago

Kabhi phir se, aajao
  "bas mere banke."
Sare taar cher jaao,
"soone man ke".
Paas betho, kuch to batao.
Usi ada se, muskurao.
Jo tum rutho, hum mana le.
Tere nakhre, bhi utha le.
Vo akad me, kya ada thi.
Teri narazgi b, maza thi.
Ji bhar k, dekhlu
Aja phir se, ban than ke.
Kabhi phir se, aajao
  "bas mere banke."
Sare taar cher jaao,
"soone man ke".
Tu bhi mna le, kabhi jo roothe.
Chore de tere, tewar ye jhoothe.
Koi dekhe tuje, mera jalna.
Uff ye bekhauf,tera chalna.
Bin ruke tere bole jana.
Mile jo ankhein, palkein jhukana.
Kitni batein, hai adhuri..
Nyi yadein, hai zaroori.
Chadhi collar, teri gira de.
Fold sleeves,unfold kara de.
Gala laga ke, band kardu.
Teri shirt k jo, khule button the.

Kabhi phir se, aajao
  "bas mere banke."
Sare taar cher jaao,
"soone man ke".
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