Have you ever feel the way I feel

Have you ever feel the way I feel

Do you have some one who you really care about;
Who does not even notice you;
Do you have some one you love;
Who does not even care about you;
Have you ever feel down;
Because of being rejected.

Showing some one how you truly love;
But not even interested in your story;
Have you ever feel so rejected;
Where you even think of dying;
Have you ever feel so down;
Where you even wanted to cry.

Have you ever cried;
Where you even felt tired and sleep.

Have you ever loved someone;
Where you can do everything;
To make them feel the love;
Where you can do everything;
To make them see how you feel;
To make them feel save and secure.

Have you ever;
Feel the way I felt.

Make sure you are sure

Make sure you are sure

Every stride you take;
Difficult will be;
To backside your steps;
Every progress you make;
Difficult will be;
To go back;
Like when you were moving.
Sense and assess your thoughts;
Sooner than making a decision;
If you are all set;
That is reasonable, yes is ok;
Nevertheless know that this move is immense
You ought to be more than geared up;
To say you are ready.
No judgment I have;
To dishearten you from moving;
In the midst of care I have;
With the love I have;
I do not yearn to be upset;
Like yesterday and day before;
So make sure you are sure.
I really want to be with you;
I want to spend my life with you;
I need to spend precious time with you;
I really want to see you smiling;
I want to make you happy;
I need to be there when you cry;
I want you to be an element of my life.
I do not want you to make a mistake;
Like others and then regret;
The first wound was bad enough;
It was painful;
No need for me to go there again;
That is why I want you not to rush;
I want you to take it slow.
I am not parting;
Here I am;
I will hang around for you;
I will constantly be present for you;
So, do not aim to hurt me;
I heard enough;
So make sure you are really sure.

She just can’t get over me

She just can’t get over me

The fist day when I saw her;
I did not think she had those stupid thoughts;
Although I spoke to her;
I made jokes and she was overwhelmed;
I just liked to know her;
As a person not in any how;
I did not want to be related to her;
Just as a person not in any how.
I never thought of her being friend;
Because there was at all nothing to learn from her;
On no account I imagined her being close to me;
Because nothing interesting I found in her;
She is just a dumb;
So why can not she get over me?

So soon to project

So soon to project

We only celebrated;
For few days or hours;
Fruits are promising;
But I just think;
It is still early to dance.

After these years being apart;
Now a sudden big move;
Move of being together;
And holding hands for that long;
It makes me think of the best;
Which I can proclaim still to come.

I never thought about this;
I never thought about this happening;
But happy is what I am;
And happy is what she is;
Overwhelmed feels my heart;
With pleasure I am saturated.

I am not sure if we are meant;
To be together;
She seemed to be cute yesterday;
And that is what she said to me;
When looking at our conversations;
We happen to fall in love with few things.

Just a new dawn

Nearly all thought;
It would be sun set;
They thought;
I am heading to the end;
But here I am;
Rejoicing and happy at all.

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.