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Thursday 23 August 2012

First letter in the book AFRICA OUR FIRST LOVE


Dearest brother
Hoping the address is same,
Hasn’t changed since our childbirth.
Thoughts, painful thoughts,
In remembrance and wanting to be there,
Compels this little one of yours,
To write after all these 8years,
8 from time I waved the byes in good all.

Flying away to London,
Changed not an iota,
Remembrance of that face of yourn,
Echoes of your stern yet brotherly voice,
I remember well,
Wondering if you are still same.

Shamefully I inquire how mother is?
Last I heard her voice is whiles and forgotten time aback.
Does she ever talk about me? I wonder almost tearfully,
Does Grandpa still come to Jo`burg  end of each month?
Golden smiles shaping his face,
Dishing them to us,
Telling us to pull up our trousers.

Utmost shame I swim in now,
Compels me to request,
Tell not a soul yet that I have written,
I shame myself for the 8year silence,
Didn’t realise it was 8 already.

Volumic questions and inquiries I bear,
If you respond I shall ask more,
Promising not to silent for 8 again,
I miss home.

F**K THE OLYMPICS


During the  Olympics,
I refuse to be drawn into borrowed euphoria
I will not celebrate nations and their governments,
Flags that wave and cheer,
I refuse.

I will like a kid in a playground,
Give up the game,
When all cheer and call me on,
Because the soul of the game is no more,
It died when Olympians stopped wearing olive branches on their heads,
Nike ,addidas and sorts started wanking to thought of games,
Corporate adrenaline making junkies of passionate athletes,
Brand , logo, sponsor,
Load of tosh  to me honestly.
According to this kid,me,in the park,
The soul was gone before Illuminati coughed good morning.

Each flag let its true bearers hold high,
Syria should hold it high with blood smeared,
India should force it on its athletes in forced marriages,
Britain & France should in bold letters pronounce
“WE ARE STILL COLONISING THE WORLD” for their resources,
Libya should sing an anthem of ethnic cleansing after Gaddafi,
Kenya should put an image of female genitalia they mutilate in name of culture,
America should put a greedy bastard`s face,
Chinese should write names of executed prisoners in 2011,
Spare my random pick of countries,
I am not in the mood to celebrate the Olympics,
Will cease naming,
I am not sponsored nor aligned.

Kids look away,
I am going to swear now,
Fuck the OLYMPICS.

A LETTER TO ZUMA

Such will I label and name drop,
To all those African leaders and politicians,
Who realise not an inch,
That the land you till and tunnel,
Is yours and yours in right,
To use and abuse as you wish,
Not the company that brings the excavator and cash ,
Yours with the workers,
Who dig deep,
Sweating more than they would on land,
Just so you please the foreign company.

Now they are dead,
In the name of a foreign company,
Which their own Royal would not endorse,
Yet your own folk,
Wail, moan, gasp, dead, gone
Gone forever in the name of money,
Your own folk.

These are the same fingers that voted,
Same that wave when you sang,
“Mchina wami”
Ooh, you muted that one while ago,
…the dictates of the capitalist…
I wonder and ponder,
How different you are,
From the unknown Kunta Kinte ,
Who didn’t endure the lashes,
Accepting change of name and rhythm,
From Kinte to Campbell.

Shove the rainbow show up your ass,
None is going to be fooled,
None is going to admire a rainbow,
That stages a world class World Cup,
Yet spell Apartheid backwards,
Sick I say.

I am standing at the graveside,
Him that got the bullet in the head,
Infact got more than a few,
We bury him now,
Your face isn’t here,
Nor your remorse,
They all wish they could sing,
…..“Mchina wami…..”silently singing in tears
I sing walking away from the scene
ZUMA YOU HAVE BERTRAYED THE NATION

Wednesday 2 November 2011

GADDAFFI IS GONE


Destiny or fate,
Its all in history shelves now,
Gaddaffi is gone,

African Union,
Pipe dream already,

All the bankrolling,
Numerous countries,
Silently mourn,
Our financier is gone.

Libya ululates,
Chanting voices roar,
Celebrate freedom!,
The claws of Gaddaffi,
Held them face down,
Long enough,
History shelves now.

Monday 21 February 2011

ARAB PROTEST !!!!!

Voicing in protest,
Placards headlining,
Once tacit now never,
Polite words and wording never now,
Flow of trend,
...Arab world,is it?
Arab protest is it?
Mabe just democracy!
Anymore not Arabic,
One after another,
Voicing in protest,
Wonder not my soul,
That vote style has outfashioned,
Coup in protest,
From Peter to John,
Might as well for…B,

Weeping isn’t in protest,
Tears irrigate courage,
Bullets take away some,
Some more come in solidarity,
Ready for shielding same bullets,
Voicing in protest,
Ponder not my soul,
Vote is a ride of a dam wave,
Takes none afar than confines,
These souls want to reach somewhere
Voices,Votes,Vetos,
Till when?

Thursday 17 February 2011

STREETS TO SHORE



FROM STREETS TO SHORE
I hustle for the next meal,
I beg for next coins to head home
I labour for the next deposit into my bank account
I brush the jackets of strangers
Car hoots  and  reving makes my head loudly bang,
Lo and behold starts transport
The shore  oohh  ever  so  peaceful,
Just the rumbles of the unending waves,
Smells of the silent  life underneath
Seems stagnant yet alive,
Serenr ,prganised yet moveing with the unfold of years,
Smell it ,its just the shore,
Hear it its just the shore
Look at it,its just the shore

STREETS TO SHORE
From streets to shore,
awashed and dragged away, t
he litter of travel,
Miles and ages to get to shore
Clean streets, tainted shores,
Wiped and blown away there
If not be  Torrents and tornadoes,
It will be from drops, to rain,to stream,rivers and its gone
Welcomed on shore as new and new  life there
Away from the hive of stamping feet
Noises and pollutions
To the serenity, calm waters of the shore
Gently rocking the shape that was in the street
unwanted scatter on the beautiful
 human involvement on the shore
Inwishful thoughts let the shore send it back to the streets
 but low and behold it is always from streets to shore
 neither other way round



Wednesday 16 February 2011

SERENE WINDOW



Lost in admiration,
Long gazes in wonderment,
The ultimate beauty of it all,

From my window seal,
Simpleness of life,
Away from the hoots and shouts,


Shielded by this window,
Slide open and be part of it,
Pose in the picturesque,

View from my window seal,