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

Allow me to pen it down

Allow me to pen it down

I said I will give notice to no one;
Yet subterranean in side;
I am smoldering;
The blaze is mounting day by day;
I presently suppose;
I inking it may perhaps aid;
I took a stand;
I said I will not say to;
However in the present day;
I deem I ought to;
Not with my oral cavity;
But by way of my pen;
I perceive a necessity to ink it down;
So that countless can see;
What I saw;
And what I experienced;
Even though it was agonizing;
Others should be acquainted with;
So that to appreciate;
And respect life;
The way it is;
I will use my pen;
To ink it down;
Today but not.

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.

An african women

Many years she lived;
And she is still alive.

Under a black Shadowed Monepenepe Tree;
Taking a breath;
After a long work;
At her Lepellane little land;
Where she ploughs every year
To produce food;
For her 13 children;
And 25 grand children.

Everyday she travels;
17 kilometers within a danced shrub;
With bared feet;
In a hot summer sun;
She walks Maselatole Moruthane;
Everyday towards her little land at Lepellane;
Her produce makes it possible;
To take care of her children;
And grand children.

Every year she is;
With bared feet;
Walking on hot sand;
Which is as hot as a hot plate;
On her hands;
She is holding a long straight hoe;
And a bottle of water and sour milk;
Sometimes carrying a crying baby on her back;
A crying baby of her children;
Who are busy playing games at home;
Having no feelings of helping her.

At the end of the season Lehlabula;
She harvests and takes back hone;
So that the children can stop crying;
And fill their shrinked stomachs.

Every year;
She does the same thing;
She is an African Woman.

I never thought she will be back

I never thought she will be back

I am worn out;
I know not what to do;
Cause she is back;
She wants to come back;
In to my precious life;
To devastate it like before.

She say she is back;
By a popular demand;
With toned black denims;
She come within reach of me;
Stared at me and smiled;
Are not you happy;
When I am back?

Surprised and amazed I was;
Never even had time to think;
Words did not manage to come out;
I was out of my mind;
Thought I was seeing;
Something never saw before.

I do not want to remind myself;
About the times;
When she was next to me;
The times she ruined everything I had;
The love and trust I had on her;
All of them, they are gone now.

After that I never thought she will be back;
I never thought I will see her again;
I was feeding her like a baby;
Nothing is what she knew;
Nursing her in thoughts;
That she was my own.

Now, I do not want;
To see her next tome;
After everything that happened;
Biting the hand that feed her;
Hurting the own person;
Who made her to be who she is;
I do not want to see her again.

Have dreams

Have dreams

Do dream;
Since tomorrow’s humankind is imminent;
It desires one to hallucinate
It needs one to have vision;
It needs one to be acquainted with;
What is it that he/she will do.

When you dream;
You amass;
You locate collectively;
Edifice resources;
You illustrate a chart of what you yearn for;
And at the end of the day you will fabricate
What you were working durable for.

Dream, dream and dream;
Because devoid of dream;
There is no prospect of tomorrow;
Dream is a preliminary exercise;
Which is done in preparation for tomorrow?

Dreams are not just dreams;
Most people are where they are;
Because of dreaming;
And some are no where;
Because they never dreamed;
So dream and dream;
Never get worn-out.

The more you dream;
The better chance of accomplishing your dreams.

I want you back

Everyday every night;
I do not stop thinking of you;
Yes, it is true;
I do not stop thinking of you;
What we have done together;
Everything we did;
Always comes in my mind;
I will never stop thinking about you.

You mean a lot to me;
You were a light of my life;
And you are still;
You were always my courage;
When I was down;
And you are still;
You appreciated everything I did for you;
And I did the same.

I want you back dear;
The life that I am living now without you;
I do not understand;
Just because you are gone;
You are far from my nerves;
And far from my senses;
Please come back;
Because I need you back.

Let us celebrate the beauty;

Let us celebrate the beauty;
The beauty of the beautiful mother land Africa;

Unique Lakes and rivers in Limpopo;
From Lepelle to Limpopo river;
Low and high mountains of Limpopo;
From Sekhukhune to Rite;
And other African mountains like Drakensberg;
Streaming water in the valleys of Mpumalanga;
The beating sounds of drums at Mapungubje;
And the beating sounds of drums by Sello Galane;
Let us dance for the sound of a Sekgokolo and Matikwane;
From our own Traditional Dancers Mafolosankwe Thabeng.
In Africa a beautiful land.

Let us celebrate the beauty;
The beauty of the beautiful mother land Africa;

The beautiful landscapes in Limpopo;
Through the Thabalesoba;
On the way towards Musina;
And the mountains of magagamatala;
In Chuene Spoort towards the new lands of Lebowa kgomo and Sepana pudi.
Beautiful sea view in Durban, Cape Town and Port Elizabeth;
Africa celebrate oh Africa my beautiful mother land.

Let us celebrate the beauty;
The beauty of the beautiful mother land Africa;

Let us celebrate Africa it is our mother land;
Believe it or not;
Unbelievable cultural aspect of nature in Mpumalanga;
And Cultural aspects of nature in Tjate towards Thabamosega;
In the highlands of Sekhukhune.

Let us celebrate the beating of drums by Sello Galane;
Let us celebrate the beating of drums of Malopo and Mantau;
Africa celebrate;
So many cultures;
So many believes;
And so many tribes;
Africa, let us celebrate;
Let us dance for the beating of the drums of our ancestors.

Your Picture

Your Picture

There is your picture on my wall;
When I put it there;
I thought it will be décor;
But now it has another purpose;
It is a friend;
Who keeps me company all the time.

It looks so beautiful;
It really suits the room;
I spent lot of my time looking at it;
I spent lot of my time speaking to it;
It is just friendly as you are.

The first thing in the morning;
I look at it;
The last thing in the evening;
I look at it;
I never forget to lay my eyes on it.

Always when looking on it;
Many things come in to my mind;
It has a lot of memories for me.

The first day when we meet;
You were so sweet;
So beautiful and humble;
When looking on the picture;
I still see you.

I know that we live far from each other;
And we only leave after long time;
But I have never missed you;
Because of your picture;
It always keeps me warm.

I do not regret what we did


Yes;
I do know what you mean;
And I do know what you are thinking of.
I do understand;
Because we just met once;
And we do not know each that much;
What we did is not stupid;
And it is not foolish.
Maybe I should ask you this;
Why do you think what we did is stupid?
I thought it was fun;
Was not it?
Then why do you feel bad about it;
Why do you regret it?
I do not regret;
Because we had fun.
It was a lifetime experience;
Do not you believe?
About a Love at a first sight?
I do believe in it,
Because what happened;
Is exactly what I am talking about.
Stop worrying your self;
Stop questioning what happened;
Because it is now the past;
Let us forget about it;
And start planning;
Let us plan about tomorrow;
And enjoy who we are;
We are meant for each other.

Dark Days

The darkness was proclaimed;

People spoke about it longtime ago;

But some did not want to listen;

They kept quite;

Closed their mouths;

And refuse to comment.

Now here we are;

We are in darkness;

Everyday every night;

We struggle;

Even if we have money to buy energy.

No one is like you

No one is like you

People do differ;
But some are the same;
So do others with similarities;
Personalities differ;
And even the nature of persons.

I met many people;
I travelled the whole country;
And I met lot of people;
But no one, I mean no one;
Is nearly like you.

There is a say;
That all women are the same;
Just like all men are the same;
When I was travelling;
I met beautiful women;
I met caring and respectful women;
But none of them is nearly like you.

You are such a special girl;
If I have to walk away from you;
I will rather choose to die;
Than being far from you;
You are a star;
That will forever shine in my eyes.

I can not help myself

I can not help myself

We have been together;
Since the beginning of 2007;
And it is now 2008;
I have been trying;
But I can not help my self.

Pretending is not good at all;
Yes, let me warn you;
It is really not good at all;
In a relationship;
There is no need for pretending;
Rather compromisation.

I want to say it clearly today;
That is why our relationship is making zigzags;
Up and downs in a relationship;
Does mean something is wrong;
The relationship is based on lie or pretentiousness.

Being in love is not just like being friends;
It needs one to be ready to compromise and take actions;
It means loving and caring for your partner;
It means having a passion of loving one another;
It means a lot, not just having sex;
I am sorry to tell you this.

I can not help my self;
Did you ever hear me saying I love you;
Did I ever tell you how I feel about you;
Did I ever tell you how much you mean to me;
I do not recall saying anything like that;
But yet every time we meet;
And we say we make love.

Why did not you ask your self;
You call me twice a day;
I call you once in two weeks;
Why do not you ask your self;
I am tired of pretending;
I just have to let you go.

Maybe I do not deserve you;
Or you do not deserve me;
I am not in love with you;
And I was never in love with you;
Meaning I will never be.

Please do not take this personal;
I do not mean to heard you;
You are gorgeous and marvelous;
I want to make sure that you are happy;
Someone outside is waiting for you;
He will give you what you deserve;
And he will show you what love is;
I am really sorry for this;
But I can not help myself.

Poem] Recalcitrant South Africa
People are being burned alive
Kgobalale Peter Moruthane (moruthanep)
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Published 2008-05-26 02:47 (KST)
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.

Happy Birthday Lillian

Happy Birthday Lillian

It is the day that the Lord;
Mighty Heavenly Father;
Brought you to this world;
To do His
And what you are supposed to.

Praise Him for that;
Love and respect Him;
He said to your parents;
She shall be named Lillian;
A beautiful blessed name;
To reflect how blessed and special she is.

It is the day that Lord;
Answered prayers of your parents;
They had spent nine months kneeling down;
Asking God to give them something special;
And God gave them you.

Praise them for that;
Love them and pray for them;
Respect them because they deserve it;
Then you will be happy for the rest of your life;
Happy Birthday.

So proud I stand

So proud I stand

I stand up everyday;
Pronouncing lout who am I;
Telling people where am I from;
Without fear but with self confidence;
I stand before everyone;
Telling them whom I used to be;
Before yesterday and today.

I am proud to stand up;
And fry Masutsa;
Drink home made Amarura beer;
And drink home made Mageu;
I feel proud to tell people;
That I grew up in a poverty striven area;
Where I used to eat Dikodi and Matsankodi.

Even today where I am;
And tomorrow where I will be;
I will never leave my past back;
I will carry them with me where ever I go;
So proud I will always stand;
And pronounce who I am.

We were dancing a Masoboro dance;
Singing songs of Basemanyana;
Eating Mabilo and Mapara;
Drinking Borolo and Manapo;
So proud we stand;
And always we will;
Without any fear of intimidation.