Confused

She made me think twice;
My mind was double twisted;
My scars disappeared;
Within a blink of an eye;
I did not realize what was happening;
The walls of the house were looking;
And the ceiling also confused;
Not knowing what to say;
After reassuring what happened.

I thought we were history;
I thought we would on no account;
Be abreast yet again;
Because of what I just said;
Her reactions were too scary;
She told me how shitty I am;
And I did the same;
Before going to bed separately.

Confused I am;
What to do;
Is what I do not know;
She is brainwashing me now;
Not only clouds got confused;
Not only things got complicated;
People also do feel living;
A life that does not exist;
Because of situations;
They got themselves in.

She brainwashed me;
And now I am blank;
She paralyzed me;
And I am confused;
She says;
We should forget our past;
And consider our tomorrow

Asking for forgiveness

I was blindfolded
I am kneeling down today;
After many years;
Struggling and suffering;
Not knowing where to go;
And not knowing where from;
My pride resulted with nothing;
It killed me;
And I am asking for forgiveness.

I am the son of this land;
My parents were born in this land;
I was born in this land;
And all my relatives were in this land;
It is where I belong;
This land is me;
And my life.

I had a pride;
Which made me regret today;
I rejected my own parents;
I denied my own people;
I rejected my own name;
And of cause;
My roots and ancestors.

I am kneeling here today;
I am begging here today;
I am asking for forgiveness;
I want to know my people;
I want my own parents back;
And I want to serve the people;
Whom I rejected and tortured;

I was blindfolded;
By the pride that rooted on me;
But now I can see the way;
I want to go back to my roots;
To be a real African man.

Recalcitrant South Africa

It is constipated;
It is screaming;
It is roaring;
Without anyone raising a hand;
No one wish to help;All they refrain;
So to come clean.

Last time it was Zimbabwe;
Its responsibility;
To calm down crises there;
Was demolished;
With political motivated motives;
And fail was the results;
To mediate two fighting bulls in Zimbabwe.

Today here we are;People are dying;
People are being burned alive;
Just because they are Africans;
Just because they are black in color;
The president of the country Thabo Mbeki;
Is even fearful to open his mouth.

People who used to sleep well;
Without having bad dreams;
Are now sleeping sleepless nights;
Eye opened like wild animals;
Always packed ready to vacate;
Always afraid of death.

Streets are things of the past;
Only police walk freely;
Without a fear of being violated;
By perpetrators who does perpetration