CHANGE
Attention, I have a question
When are you ending this conversation?
We need a solution
There is too much starvation
We need to take action
Give us liberation
Freedom from this condition
I’m a gent from location
Who wants transformation…
SAME SEX MARRIAGE
IN THE BEGINNING OF THE PLANET EARTH
GOD GREATED ADAM AND EVE
HORE BATSWALE BA ATE. KE KA HOO RE
LENG TENG, HOTSWA KGOPONG TSA BONA
GOR FORBIDS
Is immorality lost?
Is not blessed, is this human right?
People are being blinded by love and feelings.
Is against God’s will
Same sex marriage is inhuman and demonic
Real marriage is procreation,
Constituonal can be allowed
But cultural forbidden.
Where to go is what to do
People lost identities.
This is unafrican, Immoral incorrect.
Is this world of Sodom?
Or is this world of Gomorra?
God is still alive
Let him be thy judge
POWER
Man who has victory over others is strong
Man who has victory over himself is all powerful
Power cannot be seen, power is within
Is a parasite in our mines, invisible thread in our life
Making us to react instead of acting
Power put me asleep
Is an impostor, only rarely exposed the crowds
Suddenly eradicate iron bars from my mind.
Power is dangerous
Power lives in the secret windings of my cortex.
MISSING CHILD
He was small
Fat and eccentric
It took village
To raise him,
Whole town love him
Or so it seemed
He was in bad shape
Bloodied and beaten
Desperately trying to crawl
Through dog door safety
He was too weak to haul
To haul his poor
Broken little body inside
He suffered from within
Sunny corner his favourite spot
He was also buried there.
YOU’VE GOT O BE TAUGHT
YOU’VE GOT TO BE TAUGHT TO BE AFRAID
OF PEOPLE WHO’S EYES ARE ODDLY MADE
PEOPLE WHOSE SKIN IS DIFFERENT SHAPE
YOU’VE GOT TO BE CAREFULLY TAUGHT
YOU’VE GOT TO BE TAUGHT BEFORE IT’S TOO LATE
BEFORE YOU ARE SIX, SEVEN OR EIGHT
TO HATE ALL THE PEOPLE YOUR RELATIVE HATE
YOU’VE GOT TO BE CAREFULLY TAUGHT
My traits
Laying myself upon earth
Hands can no longer cut nor slit
Poor arms diminish
As I slays my mom’s womb
Fingers moulding the roots
Fingernails scattered to rats
My body is a rain
My mouth devours
My heart is bread for poor child
Voice howling through the earth,
Is a conch shell
My hair symbolic expression of my identity
I am an African
Eyes summonsing a host of goddesses of darkness
My face faces artefacts of earth
My feet are solid stones
My mind flow like Gulf Stream
I, the dark and rascally child
From womb of Africa
WINNER
Winner take chances
Like everyone else they fear falling
But refuse to let fear control them
Winners don’t give up
When life gets rough they hang in until
Then going gets better
Winners are flexible
They realise there is more than one way
And are willing to try others
Winners fall but they don’t stay down
They stubbornly refuse to let a fall
Keep them from climbing
Winners don’t blame fate for their failures
Nor luck for their success
Winners accept responsibility for their lives.
Winners are positive thinkers
Who see good in all things
From ordinary they make extraordinary
Winners believe in the path they have chosen
When it’s hard and
Even when others can’t see where they are going.
Winners are patient
They know a goal is only as worthy as
The effort required to achieve it
Winners are people like you.
MISSION
YOUR DESTINY IS YET TO BE DETERMINED
MAKE IT EXTRAORDINARY
AND LEAVE LASTING LEGACY
LIFE IS A MISSION NOT CAREER
MISSION IS A CAUSE
MISSION ASKS ‘’HOW CAN I MAKE A DIFFERENCE?’’
MARTIN LUTHER KING’S MISSION WAS TO ENSURE
CIVIL RIGHTS FOR ALL. GANDHIS MISSION WAS
TO LIBERATE 300 MILLION INDIANS. MANDELA’S
MISSION WAS TO SEE FREEDOM WALKING THE LAND.
MOTHER TERESA’S MISSION WAS TO CLOTHE THE NAKED
AND FEED THE HUNGRY
MOST OF US WILL NEVER DO GREAT THINGS
BUT WE CAN DO SMALL THINGS
IN A GREAT WAY.
NO NEED TO CHANGE THE WORLD
IN ORDER TO HAVE MISSION
WHATS YOUR MISSION?
SELF ESTEEM
In the entire world, there’s no one like me
The are persons, who have some parts like me
But no one adds exactly like me
Every thing that comes out of me is
Authentically mine
I posses everything about me-my body
Including everything it does
My mind including all its thought and ideas
My eyes including the images of all they behold
My feelings, whatever they may be
My mouth and all the words that come out of it
Sweet or rough, correct or incorrect
My voice loud and soft
PART 2
All my actions, whether they be to others or to myself
I own my fantasies my dreams and hopes
I own all of my triumphs and success
All my failures and mistakes
I own all of me I can become intimately acquainted with me
I know there are aspects about myself that puzzle me
And other aspect that I don’t know
But as long as I’m friendly and loving to myself
I can courageously and hopefully look for the solutions
To the puzzle and for ways to find out more about me
However I look and sound
PARTS 3
Whatever I say and do
Whatever I think and feel
At a given moment in times is me
This authentic represent in life where I’m
At that moment in life
I can see hear, hear, feel, think, say and do
I have tools to survive to be close to others
To be productive to make sense and order
Our of the world
Of people and things outside of me
I own me i can engineer myself
I am what i am
Makgosha
Makgosha, as it is called by names
Lady of the night by popular demand
On the corners of the streets wearing miniskirts
Demanding wealth let alone health
Men’s stop and flirt
Making use of money as the passport to sex
This is death of humanity
Paradoxical disappointment
Escorts trapped in a world of perversion
Sister prostitute I salute you
Physically they see lady of the night
Spiritually I see lady yearning for love
NAKED EYES
THOMAS DIED LONG TIME AGO
HE DID’NT BELIEVES IN LIPS
BUT IN HIS NAKED EYES
SO-CALLED EYE WITHNESSING
THINGS HAVE CHANGED
NO NEED TO SEE WIND WHILE
YOU CAN FEEL THE BREEZE
NO NEED TO CROSS THE FENCE
TO KNOW YOU ARE TREESPASSING
NO NEED TO GET ON A PLANE
IN ORDER TO GET HIGHER
NO NEED TO KILL SOMEONE
TO KNOW A GUN CAN SHOOT
NO NEED TO SMELL THE BLOOD
TO KNOW THAT YOU ARE IN PAIN
NO NEED TO HEAR THE CLOCK
TO KNOW THE TIME IS PASSING
NO NEED TO TELL ME THAT WE ARE
TRAPPED IN THE WORLD OF SODOM
I CAN SEE, WITH MY NAKED EYES.
CARPE DIEM
Seize the day, day by day
Living your life to the fullest
Became the best you can be
With a healthy self-esteem, ask with confidence
How you see yourself is essential
That’s image you protect to others
Make your life extraordinary
Believe in your own potential
Through experience of suffering
Soul can be strengthened, ambition be inspired
Success be archived sincerely believe and enthusiastically act
Seize the day.
HABIT
CONSTANT COMPANION, ALWAYS COMING TO MY RESCUE
MY HEAVIEST BURDEN PUSHING ME ONWARS TO
DRAG ME DOWN TO FAILURE
YOU ARE COMPLETELY AT MY COMMAND
THE SERVANTS OF ALL GREAT INDIVIDUALS
THE SERVANTS OF ALL FAILURES
WORKING WITH ALL THE PRECISION OF MACHINE
WORKING WITH THE INTELLIGENCE OF A HUMAN
CONTROL ME BEFORE I CONTROL YOU
BY MERELY BEING FIRM WITH ME
I WILL PLACE THE WORLD IN HANDS
I AM YOUR HABIT
MONDAY MORNING
In the early hours of the day
Waking up
As the roads leads to different directions
Journey from earth to stars exist
People trembling under the storms
To brighten the dark night
They are employed in cultivation
Growth of trees is their honour
For there trees will get pregnant
And give a birth to green life
As they vote for no more hunger
Hands are the weapons, hands are the power.
KILL OR BE KILLED
WAR OF PROSPERITY IT WAS
EVERYONE LONGING FOR SUCCESS
FOILING EVERY FOE, HERE I WAIT
LONELY AND DESPERATELY
FOR MY UNCERTAIN BATTLE
I FOUGHT ONE SO GRUELLING
IT TRAINED AWAY MY VALOUR
BUT FIGHT I MUST
UNDER THE BANNER OF PROSPERITY
BE NOT IN VAIN
BACAUSE I PRAY I DO
AND NOT GIVE HOSTAGES TO FORTUNE
I SACRIFICE FOOLHARDY
WITH EYES OF CONTEMPT
TO FEED MY STALE DREAMS
THIS IS MY LIFE IS UPSIDE-DOWN.
Differences
I am exposed to many languages,
Cultural diversity and holiest religions
In a country where there is neither
Neither black nor white only South Africans
Let us not assume things and conquer
Prejudices in order to embrace empathy
Let us respect differences and fear them not
Hatred caused by our own assumptions
‘’All whites are racist all blacks arrive late
All coloureds are poor’’
I am an African, respect me and I’ll respect you
I am clued up on cultures, impacting on my
Dressing code, dietary requirements and customs
I offer a strong handshake, lowering my
Eyelids avoiding gazing for the sake of courtesy
I am accustomed to stand closer to my fellow
Brothers and sisters to shows unity
I speak in louder voice as to indicate
Nothing is hidden clapping hands gently
To shows my appreciation.
Respect is my Culture.
CROSSING JORDAN
Today is the day, Judgement day
Saints and sinners on the queer
Acknowledging their sins
One by one as they cross Jordan
What fruit they’ll reap from season’s Tree?
Not all of us will break borders
As the water of Nile do the nurturing
DAY BREAK
Birds sing early songs as the daybreaks
The rhythm of an African heartbeat
Sea and sun springs to life
In the morning as plant wear pearl of sunlight
Sunshine’s on the pathways of the east
Beholding the returning of life
Birth of new light African son has born
Mphahlalatsane, yielding divine essence
The rays of the new-born sun makes
Boys and girls sing songs unknown to them
From east to west stars smelted together
Sets up monument of light, preceding good
Harvest and divining all life forms.
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