Kgalagadishe Nicholas Mashabela is an author of history, politics, poetry and motivation. Poetry ink is his first poetry book.

1. Poetry Ink
A poetic penetration on current affairs
Written by Mashabela K.N

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Poetry Ink: A poetic penetration on current affairs by Nicholas Kgalagadishe Mashabela
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3. TABLE OF CONTENTS
Dedication I Pages
Author’s notes ii
Acknowledgements iv
Introduction v
1. Me being a WRITER……………………………………………………………………………………………………………….. 1
2. POVERTY……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….. 2
3. POWERS OF MONEY ……………..………………………………………………………………………………………….…… 3
4. LOVE IS A THING ……………………….………………………………………………………………………………............ 4
5. MIND……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. 5
6. Face the music…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………... 6
7. RESPECT…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..…… 7
8. WAR…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..… 8
9. CORRUPTION……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..... 9
10. Life is a Time………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… 10
11. KEEP GOING!.......................................................................................................................................... 11
12. Happy people………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. 12
13. Unhappy people………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….. 13
14. AFRICA………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… 14
15. Mandela a Hero………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….. 15
16. Biko a Hero………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… 16
17. The role of religion…………………………………………………………………………………………………………….. 17
18. I WRITE.................................................................................................................................................. 18
19. Gold diggers………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… 19
20. PEER PRESSURE………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….. 20
21. Satan………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….... 21
22.HUMILITY………………………………………………………………………………………………….……………………......... 22
23. Wisdom…………………………………………………………………………………………….……………………….………... 23
24. Dream deferred………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..… 24
25. Stolen souls…………………………………………………………………………….…………………………………………… 25
26. Guilt……………………………………………………………………………………………………………….…………………… 26
27. Passion for Success……………………………………………………………………………………………………..…... 27
28. Dreams are for Dreamers……………………………………………………………………………………………..….. 28
29. Blame game ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….. 29
30. Let me talk to death……………………………………………………………………………………………………………….. 30
31. Aptitude wealth………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….… 31
32. Now I regret …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. 32
33. Unsung hero’s cry…………………………………………………………………………………………………………......... 33
34. WE ARE WRITERS…………………………………………………………………………………………………………......... 34
35. CONQUERED PEOPLE ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………. 35
36. Lost identity………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….. 36

4. 37. Fame game…………………………………………………………………………………………………………..………………. 37
38. Give me one more round……………………………………………………………………………………………………. 38
39. Who am I?............................................................................................................................................. 39
40. MISPLACED………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..….…….. 40
41. I am a teacher………………………………………………………………………………………………………...………….. 41
42. Aluta continua………………………………………………………………………………………………………….………….. 42
43. Why Sidekick?....................................................................................................................................... 43
44. Two wards that define God & good: ……………………………………………………………….…………………. 44
45. Death is reality…………………………………………………………………………………………………………..……….. 45
46. The evil voices of the Doom Sayers…………………………………………………………………………………… 46
47. LET ME IN……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………... 47
48. Corrupt leaders………………………………………………………………………………………………….………………. 48
49. I wish I can be…………………………………………………………………………………………………….………………. 49
50. A country with two faces …………………………………………………………………………………………….…….. 50
51. Undecided…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… 51
52. Mzanzi ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….. 52
53. THE BEGINNING AND THE END……………………………………………………………………………………………….. 53
54. Tribute to Mama Winnie…………………………………………………………………………………………………..……. 54
55. Democracy……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. 56
56. Raped ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….... 57
57. I say I am………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. 58
58. Life goes on………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..…………. 60
59. Pimped…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… 61
60. Young and naïve…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….. 63
61. No reason to love………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….. 65
62. Homage to Madiba ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… 66
63. A place called home……………………………………………………………………………………………………………… 68
64. Speak…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….. 69
65. Sugar diabetes………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. 70
66. Dangerous world of poverty………………………………………………………………………………………………… 71
67. Celebrating the birth of a baby boy…………………………………………………………………………………….. 72
68. TEARS FOR A FRIEND……………………………………………………………………………………………………………… 73
69. Depressed……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… 74
70. Let’s love each other again…………………………………………………………………………………………………… 75
71. Let me sleep during the day…………………………………………………………………………………………………. 76
72. DEAR WIFE……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… 77
73. Sited on my favourite koppie………………………………………………………………………………………………. 78
74. Mekhukhung………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….. 79
75. An African speaks…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. 80
76. Cries of the people……………………………………………………………………………………………………………….. 81
77. Why I write?........................................................................................................................................... 82

6. i
DEDICATION
will like to dedicate this book to my late great grandfather, Mphage Mashabela,
who was a real custodian of our clan “Ba-Madimong” of Mashabela in Lethole. It’s
through his vision and sacrifices that the family continue to stand still. Those who lived
during his time often described him as a “no-nonsense person”. They say “he was an
embodiment, paragon or epitome of hard-work and love for progress”. Those who
knew him say “he hated laziness”. Although his legacy is priceless, it’s through this
book that I wish to pay him a tribute for his contributions and sacrifices to the
development and unity of our clan. The first year of me being a published author
marked a defining moment for me and my family’s future, and for this reason, I
thought I should write something in memory of my late grandfather who deserve
endless praises.
Kind Regards
Kgalagadishe Nicholas Mashabela
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AUTHOR’S NOTES:
rocess of composing or writing poetry can be a very durable and tiring at
times, yet so harmonious and therapeutically liberating. Writing is a great
opportunity for people like you and I to talk-it-out and also share our creative ideas
with the rest of the world (to make expressions). Poetry writing is ancient, yet
remains a dynamic and transforming space for writer like poets to creatively ink or
write own emotions and experiences. Even after writers stop writing, their work
continues to live and penetrates the wounded hearts/heads of many readers across
the world. Writing books like this one is always a great step towards documenting and
publishing own and other people’s ideas into a world of tangible art. I respect the fact
that many books have been written to educate society, and with that in mind, I also
believe this book will too help to do the same, to educate in an outlook of creativity.
Poetry is something that we do not because we wish to appear clever amongst our
people, but merely because we want to satisfy our burning desire to change the world
for a better tomorrow. Those who said “falling into poetry is like falling in love” where
right, because indeed poetry writing is like love-making in a bedroom full of pens and
computers. For me, writing started as a hobby until it changed into an affable habit.
Well, wards can be products of our biros or computer keyboards, but are mostly
produced by people’s thoughts. This means that people’s thoughts or ideas are greater
sources of this art of words known to many as literature. “Poetry Writing” is a
permanent opportunity to ink such thoughts. Just as Steve Biko said “I write what I
like”, we also write what we like. We write down our dreams, fears and hopes because
we are freedom writers. We shall keep on speaking, singing and writing what we like so
that we can document and publish the thought of great minds gone, present and still
coming. Maybe those who said “if you cannot write your vision down, you are in
earnest” were right, well, we are freedom writers. Yes, we do this because we are
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students of Stokely Charmicheal, Steve Biko, Ezekia Mphahlele, Harry Mashabela and
many more of our legends writers who remain voices of reason, or indeed have
shared reason d’être with us. Nonetheless, it will never get easy for poets to compose
or write poetry because poetry always evolves and arises with new needs (challenges)
for creativity and efforts. Poetry consumers’ high appetite for good poetry often
pushes poets to go extra mile in everything they do. Poets are expected to use words
in ways that will display creativity and also mine-out interest or excitement from the
readers. The beauty about poetry is that, like music, it sometimes gives people a
therapeutic element of phraseology sound (so called quatrain therapy). Think of a time
when you needed to see a psychologist/shrink to talk-out your challenges or
problems, and suddenly reading poetry becomes a good substitute for your needed
therapy. Poetry helps many people, particularly poetry authors and readers to deal
with emotional trials. Writing gives me great pleasure, and at times it gives me
goosebumps as I release good feeling hormones.
Poetry can also give poets a great opportunity to showcase their God given talents or
views. It’s through platforms like art of poetry that many of our heroes like Nelson
Mandela may best be praised or be remembered. To us, writing is a life obligation or
maybe a life itself. The most fundamental responsibility facing us (Authors of today) is
to work harder than ever to further enlighten our people with knowledge of daily
sorrows and joys of living. My friend Jacob Dikobo killed it when he said: “writer must
write until their words conquer a world of readers across the globe”, and he was
right. These are the recompenses you get from writing or reading poetry. I hope this
poetry book can help to transform the world to a point of no return, but to success.
Kind Regards
Mashabela K.N (The Poetic-Junkie)

9. iv
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
would love to acknowledge all people who have made direct or interact
contribution to this book: More especially my wife, Mohube Hazel Mashabela, whose
inputs are truly priceless and countless. It is true that behind every story of a
successful man, there is a great woman who makes countless assistance to such
success story. Her seeds of support and encouragement have made a positive and
tangible influence to the success of this book of wisdom. Thank you “Modipadi a
Ngwatomosadi a Modipadi”.
By ipso jure (operation of law), I belong to my publisher and therefore I mustn’t forget
to thank the DESHABA MEDIA’s publication team for having supported me to produce
this magnum opus creation. Deshaba Media is really a company that supports its
authors as it did with me.
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INTRODUCTION
t is true that life is filled with difficult situations and dynamic episodes, yet so much
thrilling and moving like a movie. Sometimes life loves to throw curved balls at us,
but we still learn to kick it that way. Even though sometimes one may feel like life is
paved with crushes, headaches and heartaches, certainly you would agree with me
that life is also a great opportunity for us to experience a lot of positive & negative
things that many people before us couldn’t experience; nonetheless, we need not to
stop looking for new experiences and ways of preserving what we know or have
learned through history. It’s therefore central that we document these experiences
(knowledge), even if it means using poetry writing to ink and preserve this wealth of
knowledge, so be it. Yes, from politics, corruption, love and all other social issues, this
book will engage them in the most artistic or poetic manner that none of us can ever
imagine, but certainly we will all enjoy.
Many at times, people have been employing different methods to preserve and
documents knowledge, but very few have done so through poetry: However, in recent
times, poetry has reclaimed its place as the oldest form of literature. Writers have a
standing obligation to safeguard the experiences of all their people. We don’t need an
army or money to discharge this obligation: all we need is heart, ink and action. This
book will most probably fulfill the responsibility that modern poetry has inherited from
the old and the oldest. Yes, we are freely inking the thoughts and experiences of our
fellows, as Biko said, we are free writers because “we write what we like”.
We are using the power of words to change the world for better. Arts of wording such
as music/poetry epitomize the power of influence and attraction: the words we use
and how we use them determine the fate of their massage. For example, when we use
positive words, we attract positive things, and certainly when we use negative words
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we will attract negativity. When building hegemony: politicians often use art of word to
confuse and convince people, that is politics. When making art, musicians also use
words to create a musical massage that change people’s lives. Poets also use the
power of words to send powerful massages to the world. We use medium of poetry to
draw attention of the world to incongruity of corruption, prejudice and of disunity
among others. Our words of advice to young authors out there are: know that words
are powerful, and therefore, use them wisely. For me, “I am prepared to be hated for
being a serial writer of truths than being loved for publishing half-naked pictures of
myself using drugs or alcohol on social media just for likes and followings,” said
Mashabela. According to him, “poets are creators or life actors, poetry a life, and
writing poetry a living. We should never stop writing, because if we do, we would’ve
stopped living or experimenting”
Kind regards:
Deshaba Media

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Me being a WRITER
I say to people!
Hey you!
Be warned,
This is my time to shine,
Time has arrived for me to ink
To write my beautiful dreams alone
Dreams to drive me delighted and tickled
This is writing for me, yes, me alone
Writing is my excuse to be alone than along
To deal with emotional trials and tribulations of life,
Yes, trajectories of life, bareness or loneliness
Indeed writing can be tiring and addictive process,
Yet to me is a way to escape destructive habits
(Drinking and drugging)
I will rather draw than drink or drug,
Rather devise than be a trend follower,
Rather compose than complain,
Rather be a creator than competitor
Yes, be a builder than a bully
Or plan to build than blame
Rather be aloof than amid
Yes, write than wine
Or move than mourn
Me being a writer
I feel emancipated
I chose to write
To Ink my views
“I write what I like”
Those were Biko’s words
I chose to ink my thoughts
I am a habitual writer
A freedom poet of late
By Mashabela KN

13. 2
POVERTY
Poverty scarcity poverty paucity
Indeed you are nothing but enemy of the people
Some are angry,
Others are hungry
Dreams are deferred.
All because of you poverty.
Hopes are gone
Families are fading
Fathers aren’t working
Children are hungry
Crime goes high
All because of destitution
People are starving
No jobs for graduates
Uncles and aunts no job
Frustration the order of the day
Crime and prostitution goes high
All because of poverty
Bread price is high
Papas become sugar-daddies
Mothers sugar-mammies
Hunger has arrived
Children are vulnerable
People are angry
All because of poverty
Emotions are high
People want change
Change of government
Change in their lives
All because of poverty By Mashabela K.N

14. 3
POWERS OF MONEY
If you don’t know!
Money is power
Power to effect change
“Love of Money is the root of all evils”
So says the bible, God Jehovah has spoken
If used righteously and valuably
Money can be a vigor, force of change
If used wrongfully, it can destroy
Money is power, pillar of change
If not respected, money destruct
If used properly, money can build
Money also a seed
God’s seed for the earth to shine
For those who don’t know
Money can be a devil
Only when misused
It can too be a blessing
Only when is valued
Money a power
A force of change
Indeed money is power
By Mashabela K.N

15. 4
Let me write a poem about love:
LOVE IS!
What is love?
Contrary to popular believe
Love is an action
Yet a doing word
Actually, Love is a thing
Yet a tangible dynamic thing
Indeed Love is what we do to other,
Yes, is blind and patient,
It doesn’t look for wrongs, but right
It cares to give and protect
What is done in love is done well
Love heals the wounds of rejection and hate
Love grows, but also dies
When it dies, know it is time to go
To find another living love
Yes, good living love rather than bad and dead
Love lives and die
Indeed Love is a living thing, but not eternal res
Like a tree, it grows and dies
It surely needs nutrients and fertilizers like a seed
Give more love to yourself
So as to love your neighbors more
Without love you are nothing
‘Love all if you can’
So says the bible
Jehovah has spoken
By Mashabela KN

16. 5
MIND
Who would mind to tell me what is mind?
Mind is wealth!
Mind your mind
God given treasure is mind,
Mind-spot a hotspot of thoughts
Mind a great asset for life,
It doesn’t sleep or slumber
That is the nature of mind
Mind is a creator of created,
That is the power of mind
Be mindful of people’s mentality,
All things comes from mind alone
Who has the power to create than Mind?
Now I am ideologist or materialist maybe
God’s gift for humans is mind, power in our lives is mind
All things start with thoughts in our mind
Baby a product of mind
Now I am writing a poem
Writing start with mind
Creation is mentality
Now I’m a creator
I created a book
Mind is a source
Source of ideas and creation is mind
Mind your Mind
By Mashabela K.N

17. 6
WHY SHALL I TRUST THEE?
While standing on pulpits of lies,
Thee promised citizens heaven and earth
And to provide good life to our people
Instead they bought us t-shirts of slogans and holy waters
And promising to build RDPs for citizens
Or to give grants to poor children of the land of the lord
They care for us only during eras of elections for parties or personalities
To them, we are nothing but voting machines
If they want, they drive us to elections to vote
Or speak promises they never keep
But no, they turned out to be false prophets
And tell me why shall i trust thee my people?
When those that ought to stand for us are all mischievous and misleading
Leaders have become con artists.
Let us stand for ourselves,
Let us vote them out of office or politics for good
Corruption and selfishness flows through their veins.
My people, why shall I trust thee?
Tell me why shall I not compere thee to Satan?
Let us fight our battle against corruption and poverty
Yes, is better to trust in self that to others
Take your arms we are going to war
Unite against corruption and poverty
Evils whose aim is to destroy society
Thee promised us progress but gave us poverty
Thee promised us comfort but gave us corruption
Tell me why shall I trust thee?
By Mashabela KN

18. 7
MY AFRICAN QUEEN
I’m remembering the first time seeing her
Yah Neh. I was charmed
One word that defined her was to say a STAR
'She is a rare breed,' I thought
Yes, she's a Tsarina suited for an African king like me.
I am a Tsar of brain & ink, and her, of brain & beauty.
'Together we can make magic', I assumed!
Her skin colour is so smooth like fresh milk from my father’s favourite cow.
She's got a body of an angel Queen
Cleopatra the goddess beauty is nothing to her gorgeousness.
Oh! Your majesty the attractive Tsarina!
You're the most shining STAR to lit my family
You are sweet as a watermelon from my mother's farm
If I were Romeo I would promise to die for you
And if I were Tutankhamen I would give you raw gold
Oh my queen, I love you eternally
Many women want to be you
And many men want to be with you I guess
But you are taken my Queen
Your lovely smile portrays a positive omen of fortune and success.
Your beauty is a breeze or a flame of life
My love for you is like fish's love for water
When the Angels see you they salute with envy,
They began to ask each other, "but why"
Why is there a more beautiful angel than us? They ask
She is so cute like a model angel.
Her beauty shines forth from her characteristics.
Her behavior is second to none.
Her character defines her reactions to life
So lovely, so simple and so caring is her nature.
She is beautiful yet humble to the ordinary
And I love her coz she's always mellow like melon
Ways of her life is always amazing to follow.
Her identical curves gives her confidence.
She cleans her teeth white like a restaurant glass
Her lips are natural like strawberry.
Her eyes are as attractive as an ocean waves.
A kiss from her takes me to a place called Dizziness Island
Her smile is capable of making men's hearts dance like M Jackson.
She's the most mannered girl among all.
She's perfect like a perfectionist
Her touch makes me dizzy like drugs of sexualization.
I can say she's one of the rarest ladies I've came to know
She is a prayer warrior fighting for all
Yes, she prays like Mohammad
Jesus is her role model in spirituality
She is capable of loving or to be loved
Yah, she is so charming like Mr-right
Coz she is Mrs-Right, a Queen of life
My African Queen
By Mashabela KN

19. 8
WAR
Fighting can’t stop fighting
History has taught us this.
War is war
Make love clearly not war
So says the youth of 1970s
Make money not in the war, but out of it I say
Indeed young people have spoken
Make love and peace for warmongers
War is for war-makers or warmongers,
Cause they are aggressive
You are a peacemaker, yours is to make harmony
War vs peace, who is the winner?
Peacemakers create cease-fire,
Warmongers make fire
Cease-firers vs Fire-makers
Who is a victor?
War must end. Now or never
War destroys people, families and nations
War must end, dark or blue
War is like a cancer, it eat without shame
War destroys economies
It must end, not even dare to start
War has caused a lot of problems in the Universe,
But has not solved one yet.
Now is time for peace
By Mashabela KN

20. 9
CORRUPTION
In a cacophonic society
Some call it “collusion”
Others say ‘maladministration’
Yet corruption is corruption
Nothing but a criminal activity
We think it’s normal but it is not
We do it without share or shame, but it’s not fair or fame at all
We do it at night, but it wakes-up in the morning
We do it in-camera, but it comes out on camera
We think no one sees us, but the world is looking
We think we are smart, but actually we are outwitted and imprudent
Otherwise not wise enough for life
Corruption is a disease which affects all people
Call it white monopoly capital,
Or black monopoly corruption
We are all infected and affected by it
It is a known-secret that most of us paid or will pay bribes to traffic officials
Job for money or sex is corruption
That is petty but pure corruption
Some think they are less corrupt because they do trivial bribes or payoffs
But, reality says we are all corrupt
Corruption is the devil of today
He has no heart at all
He takes without giving
In the open he depict himself as good and Godly
In the dark he becomes a sinner and blood-drinker
His name is Corruption because he is cruel and criminal
By Mashabela KN

21. 10
Life is a Time
What is life? They asked
Shhhh! I’ve forgotten
Some think is a movie
Cause it makes bad or good episodes,
Others think it is a journey
Coz it shows pathways,
Humps and pothole
Bad or good
Life is time
Some says life is what you make it to be,
But life is unique for all of us
Yet dynamic and alive
When you die, there is no life
Some say life is a time
Yes, life is a moment
We all refer to our lives as “during his time or her time”.
Everything lived or will leave its time
We will too live and leave-out our time (Die)
Since I have no time here, my life is gone.
That is life, because life is time
It has seasons and moments
We all live and leave our time
Mine is now
Tomorrow I am gone
Life is Time!
No more will you see me.
Time will be gone
By Mashabela KN

22. 11
KEEP GOING!
Before I acknowledged my knowledge of truth,
They said “I am a failure”,
Some saying “I am a pain to my parents”,
Said “I am a shame to my community”
And a wet blanket to a country full of opportunities
I wanted to believe them as it where
But, I know I was better than that now and then
I use to listen to them and their venomous words
Eavesdropped to them trying to destroy innocent soul of a boy
Sometimes I will go bananas due to their evil words
Confusion became my friend due to their words
And all I could feel was pain and miscarriage of hope in my heart,
But my head said NO.
You are not a failure, but a fortune for a future
I listened to my head, and started building my future
I said I will keep going, going and going for my life
Until I see my beautiful dreams of prosperity
Dreams of a better future an victory
I shall keep going I said!
This is for me to do
Keep going I say!
By Mashabela KN

23. 12
Happy people
Confidence is their nature
Happiness is their security
Peace is their ammunition to live
Pirates is their team to support
They are always at ease with life
Freedom is their Friend
They are victors of their situation
Success is their formula in life
Motion is their program
Happy people.
Accept defeat and tease
Innocence is their inner peace
Sadness is their enemy
Happy people
Always hype and higher
Alone and working
What they need is none, but joy
Happy people.
They need nobody,
But peace
By Mashabela K.N

24. 13
Unhappy people
Too dense to dance to a trance dance of life
Self-insecurity is their nature
Sadness is their security
Anger is their ammunition
They live in despair
Swallows is their team
Depression is their friend
They are victims of their situations
Failure is their formula
Emotions is their motion
Self-pity people
Blame-game is their attitudes
Guild is their guider and game
Happiness is their enemy
Self-pity people
All they feel is miasma
Always low and dry
Alone and helpless
What they need is love and empowerment
Self-pity people
They need encouragements and love
Unhappy people
By Mashabela K.N

25. 14
FRICA
Africa my home
Africa my motherland
Land of milk and gold
Land of peace and power
‘Africa my beginning
Africa my ending
Cape to Cairo
Madagascar to Morocco’
Mzanzi to Tunisia
Some call you Azania
Others says Al-Kebulan
To me you are a mother
Home to my history
Past, present and future
Africa my home
I love Africa
By Mashabela K.N
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andela a Hero
Son of a chief
Royal by blood
Champion by default
Leader by legacy
African by origin
Whether you like it or not
Mandela was a hero
Some says a trader
My conscious says no
Mandela was a hero
A man of charisma
Zealous man of influence
Mandela a hero
A voice of reason
A pillar of strength
A tree of life
A tree of peace
A tree of freedom
A tree of unity
All in the good name of democracy
Emancipation for his people
Mzanzi wethu
Truly speaking,
Mandela was a light
A light of love and hope
Whether you agree or no
By Mashabela Mandela was your hero
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Biko is a Hero
A victor by default
A leader by legacy
African by origin
Whether you like it or not
Steve Biko was your hero
Some says unrealistic
My conscious says no
Biko was my hero
A tree of knowledge
A Dean of African pride
A tree of freedom for Azanians
A believer in African unity
All in the good name of Black consciousness
Emancipation for his people
Azanians and Africans
Steve Biko was a light
A light of knowledge and hope
Whether you agree or no
Biko is your hero
By Mashabela

28. 17
The role of religion
Aim is to create order,
Healing for the sick
Just like schooling
Teachers are preachers
Students are congregants
Bible-Torah- Quran are books
Indeed Preachers are teachers
They teach and preach
Followers are pupils
They follow and learn
Aim is to learn the word of God
Without school, there is no future
Without religion, there is no order
All would be chaos
Religion is a guardian
Protector of the people
Role of religion
Amity and Order
Role of religion
By Mashabela K.N

29. 18
I WRITE
How do you write? They asked
I know why & what I write
Yet I don't know how I write
Only my pen and ink could explain
Cuz my computer keyboard was plain and blocked
I pens down all times my pain and points
I drop emotional lines like droplets of rainfall
But I'm not lame like lunatics
I whisper rhymes of love and life via poetry
They thought I'm chanting a magic of insanity
Yet I was locked up in a psychiatric game of writing my poems
My hands have lost their magic torch yesterday
But I’m not a loser but a learner ready to go
I soldiered on
I'm a poetic junkie with a mission to inspire the universe
I'm a bishop of my own religion to ink or write
My pencil shall stand witness to my ink
My paper could play witness to my pen
Coz I'm not a witness but a writer
Tell this to a parent
I need no more food and cloths but pens and papers
I'm perfectly okay with writing my poems
Dear mothers and fathers
Please stop leading me but listen to my words
I'm a writer not a chancer
I am a creator not a follower
I write my rights
I write right and light
I write the truth
By Mashabela KN

30. 19
old diggers
Look!!
Everybody jobbing is a gold digger
Miner a digger!
Prostitute a digger!
Hustler a digger!
All looking for golden money
Brothers no sleep, Sisters no sleep
All digging for Gold in Gauteng-Maboneng
Girls are digging for Gold day and night
Prostitution is the name of the movie
Fathers and mothers no sleep
All digging for gold in Pretoria-Mahlangeng
Brothers looking for jobs and Joy
All in the name of hustling
Yet it creates vie and drama
Crime is the name of the film
Uncles and aunts no sleep
All digging for Gold in Brits-Maburung
Faming is the name of the action
All in the name of quest for money
Many if not men are gold diggers
Looking for money and Gold
By Mashabela K.N.
G

31. 20
EER PRESSURE
Unable to make a choice
There I was!
Pure and innocent
Until they came,
Friends of doom and dump
They said come, I said no
They said you are not cool but cold
I know they were wrong
But peer pressure said be cool and chic
They took me under their arms
I was forced to make a choice
I smoked, stole and raped
I thought I was cool and adored
I thought they liked me, but I was wrong
They doomed and dumped me in hell
Here I am, talking to you from Jail
Now I am free from peers of woe
Friends of doom
Groups of glum
Peer Pressure I run
Run from you while in jail
Now I’m alone, aloof and alert. Ready for peer pressure
By Mashabela K.N
P

32. 21
Satan
Devil is a nickname
Evil we describe his acts
Subject of reticule
Criminal by default
That is Satan or imp
We all fear him
Though we never saw
Not even at night
Satan lives and lures us
Evil and harm are his friends
He never sleeps or adores
Indeed a friend of witches
Target to blame and error
Even when innocent
Satan is blamed
Cursed forever by God
Time and time
Satan is to blame
By Mashabela K.N

33. 22
I AM CORRUPT, AND I KNOW IT
We leaders have become con artists!!
Let me steal today and no more
Let me steal this money
It is crime I know
My supporters said they will protect their leader
I rejected cleanness and honesty
Like a drug addict I got tempted to pinch
I rejected advises and rules of the office
I chose to corrupt and get corrupted
My fans and supporters kept supporting their leader
Thinking I was innocent and clean like Tutu
They build a wall of fences for my offences
Couldn’t argue with my critics
Yet he who questions my ways was killed or purged
Corruption is my way to wealth
“He’s corrupt but a governor of our nation,” they said
"He's the leader of our troubled country"
He who dares to crisis my ways is shown a way
I do my crimes best at best moments in time
Behold, I can't mess with my supporters
But I can mesmerize my critics
That's what makes me an extraordinary politician
If I speak VIVA or amandla to comrades,
Standing on a pulpit of lies
Yes, I can win the world
Or play victims of political conspiracy
This to avoid prison and law
If I want, I can blame capitalism and others for my crimes
Doubt me not, oh citizens!
I'm resourceful, vicious kind and giving
Yet at times I can be cruel and a criminal
My supporters know me better than you.
I am corrupt and I know it,
But they support me still
I am your leader
By Mashabela KN

34. 23
WISDOM
Priceless like life
Wisdom my value
Key to success and eternity
Knowledge is that key
Opens doors for people to help you
Wisdom teaches and tells
It guides us to give, so as to receive
Wisdom my value, wisdom my wealth
Love more it says, we need people to succeed
‘No man is an island’
A wise man has said
Respect for money, a financial wisdom
Loving people or things, principle for humanity
Fear your God, principle for life
Respect parents, luck will follow
Reject wrong, right is yours
Learn to live
Wisdom will follow
That is wisdom
By Mashabela K.N

35. 24
Dream deferred
Unity a dream
Africa’s dream is dead
A dream deferred and dropped
Lost in direction and by direction
Nkrumah’s dream is dead
OAU has changed to AU a name
Turn of events, Nkrumah to Mbeki
Change of tune, Azania’s dream is dead
United Africa a dream deferred and late
Gadhafi now dead, Mugabe’s dream is dead
All are dead, Mbeki is called and gone
Direction lost, Cape to Cairo no more a dream
Talk is cheap, now is time
Time to unite Africa
Africa our land
Unite!
By Mashabela K.N

36. 25
Stolen souls
Stolen indeed I say
Souls of youth are gone
Stolen yet too young for death
Future is gone too soon because of drugs and alcohol
Purity is gone too soon because of Sex and substance
Sister’s life is cheap, brother’s life is taken
Nyaope a thief, Alcohol & Sex associates in crime
Addiction is the name of the game. All these for what?
Rhetorically I ask: all these for what?
Addicted to drugs tomorrow a slave to Nyaope
Addicted to money tomorrow a slave to Prostitution
Addicted to sex tomorrow a slave to pornography
Rhetorically I ask: all these for what?
Endorphin is the rewards
Three enemies of men and women; drugs, sex and money,
Evils whose aim is to steal and ends lives.
Captured are young boys and girls
Future is gone too soon because of money and drugs
All conquered by three things
Friends of evil and doom
Alcohol, drugs and sex
Captured indeed I say
Souls of youth Stolen
Mashabela K.N

37. 26
Guilt
Guilt.
Guilt like fear,
Has to be conquered
Meditation is the answer
Talk to someone about it
Guilt a friend of fear and hate
All destructors of the inner peace
It takes and end people’s freedom.
Guilt a silent killer of all our dreams
Free yourself from guilt and fear
Learn to let go of guilt and hate
Forgiveness is the right weapon
Forgive to release the pain you feel
Redeem yourself from it I say
All is not lost or last
Guilt an enemy of
Mine and
Yours too
Guilt must be conquered
By Mashabela K.N

38. 27
Passion for Success
Look!
Passion is a hunger
Passion is purposeful
Drive of victory for mission
Passion + purpose = prosperity
A duty to live forever for our dreams
All you need is passion for your vision
With passion, impossible is possible
Without a passion your vision is dead
Passion for people = prosperity
Passion is a fuel for a mission
Passion is profitable
Advice is to start
Start with a passion!
It has to start with a question
Are you hungry for something?
If you do, that is your passion!
I end not to submit, but to submerge
By Mashabela K.N

39. 28
Dreams are for Dreamers
Dreamers’ trance for life
To dream is to live
Without dreams life is a myth
All we do is try and tremble
Tremble trying than dream no more
Successful dreamer works on their dreams
While the opposite works in their dreams
If you are a do-dreamer like Mandela:
Work on your dreams
When you do you shall triumph
Dreamers must have missions to achieves visions
Real visionaries are dreamers who are doers
Success to them is certain and doable
Dreamer’s dream is to dream
While doers work on their dreams,
Dreamers daydream to receive Manna from heaven.
Indeed dreams are for dreamers
So says a dreamer who do
By Mashabela K.N

40. 29
Blame game
Blame it on apartheid
Blame it on parents
All I know you are at fault
Blame it on witches
Blame it on government
All I know you are wrong
Plenty of blames we do
Never learn to own-up to our mistakes
Call this a weakness
But hypocrisy is reality
When you know you are wrong
Own up to your wrongs
You said you are not corrupt
Yet you pay bribes to traffic officers
All in the good name of freedom
Freedom to corrupt or be corrupted
Later you blame someone for you deeds
Blame it on traffic officers
But all I know you are corrupt
Blame game you play
A game everybody does
Why, I ask?
By Mashabela K.N

41. 30
LET ME TALK TO DEATH
Hello Death!
How are you?
The creator of darkness and sorrow
Today I am talking to you face to face
You are a frizzy fuzzy of the dazzling fury
You took my parents, siblings and my friends
You fuddled my world as if you own it
Now it's time to converse with you
Even though I am scared of you
I've come to face thy ugly face
Tell me why you stole my people.
Nothing is as persistent as you in life
The first time I came in contact with you,
It was during a car accident I survived
Where I saw your ugly head and eyes of darkness
You scared me and left trauma and anxiety
Post two weeks of that I lost my uncle
Thinking it was a curse, but there you were
I was afraid of your actions
Scared of darkness and sorrow you brought
Every plan I had has gone array
All because of you
I was freezing about frigidity of my life until now.
Now I'm strong willing to fight
Or ready to die for what I believe like Madiba
Defending life of thy human
I am standing tall above thy death
Before death I shall live and conquer thy world with my ink
As for you death, I shall be ready
Sure, this is not a threat but a promise
My God is my rock and a solid protector of my time
You are but a mere failed autocrat
I have come to tell you this frankly
I am armed and ready waiting for you death
Walk away while you still can
Or die trying like Alexander the great
Death, I am talking to you By Mashabela KN

42. 31
Aptitude wealth
Also called IQ
Intelligent is a gift
Wealth of emotional intelligence
Psychologists must use it to diagnose people’s emotions
Wealth of Physical intelligence
Athletes must have it to run the rounds
Wealth of Arithmetic intelligence
Mathematicians must use it to innovate
Wealth of Social intelligence
Politicians must have it to influence society
Wealth of Communiqué intelligence
Gift for salespersons and marketers
Wealth of Fiscal intelligence
Economists must have it
Wealth of Tech intelligence
Technicians must have it
Wealth of Artistic intelligence
Artists shows it all times
Wealth of Scientific intelligence
Scientists must have it for innovation
Beneficiaries of nine intelligences
I end to not to divest, but to breathe
By Mashabela K.N

43. 32
Now I regret
Celibacy is purity
Pride for the kids
Nobody but children
Pure Virginity for youth
Aimed to protect me and you
Celibacy is purity for safety
Stolen by the Sugar daddies and mamas
Elders know what they are doing or saying.
They have eaten the fruit of Eden
They said never start or test
Curiosity said no.
I did not listen for a moment
Alcohol to cigarettes were there
Sex, money and drugs said come!
To feel the test of being high and sexy
Now I’m addicted to junk and junkie-status
They said abstain for a course
I said no and tested it
Yes it was painful
Yet pleasurable I felt
Now purity is gone
The end is regrets
Addiction is regretted
By Mashabela K.N

44. 33
Unsung hero’s cry
They forgot us!!
You and I forgotten!
No song for our contributions
All they honour are leaders
Sing nice praises for elites
Praises and remembers the presidents
Sing the songs of love for Prime ministers
All they applause are king and heads of state
Yet they forget us unsung heroes
Why no song for follower?
Deputy Presidents are forgotten
Policemen no song and Soldiers are forgotten
Teachers no song
Social workers no praise
Nurses forgotten
All songs for doctors and donors
No praises for queens
No song for ordinary citizens
Why I ask?
By Mashabela K.N

45. 34
WE ARE WRITERS
Hey!
Turn to this side
Look what WE achieved
WE ARE WRITERS
Helpers who happen to write
We can't help all but those in need
We're the voice of the voiceless yes,
Or reminders of the forgotten masses.
We're the hope of the hopeless.
The helpers of the helpless indeed,
We are who we are
We're emancipators of the captured
Children of the lord
We are here to write and help
We won't disappear like the sun at noon,
But be like the morning sun that shines the world like Jesus and Mohammed
Not to be misunderstood
For, we are day dreamers who dare to help and emancipate
Maybe we won't mourn the darkness of the night like the day.
Or fear drought like the fishes and plants of the river valley of the Nile
When the night fears the daylight,
We (the days) cry that the night is far away from us.
Even if the time of our lives is forgotten,
We hope the lives of our time will live forever
May poetry never faints like king Monada.
We who write may be gone,
But our ink will forever live
We may be gone yes
But the footprints of our pen remain
Our good ways will remain with us forever.
We write for peace
We write love
We are writers
By Mashabela K.N

46. 35
CONQUERED PEOPLE
We were alone
Together as Africans
Until they came, through rivers and ocean
We thought they were visitors
But we were wrong,
Plan was to colonize
They changed our languages
Gave us cloths and western things
Ours thrown away
Took us to school
All in the good name of civilization
Aim was to indoctrinate and influence
Took our possessions
Also our land, not by will
Force was used
Africans were defeated
All were conquered
Africa a colony
Colony for westerners
By Mashabela K.N

47. 36
Lost identity
Stuck in a wrong skin
Story of lost identity
Black outside but white in
He wanted to be the opposite,
But contrary was reality
He thought he was white,
But indeed he was black
He thought he was a woman
But indeed he was man
He thought he was a khoisan
But indeed he was a coloured
A wonderer in his own skin
All looking for was identity
A sense of belonging for self
Now lost and wasted
Wasted time for affection
Affirmably he was confused
All this for lost identity
He though was better than us
Some call him a coconut
Many says a gay
Others say a lost soul
Indeed he was lost
By Mashabela K.N

48. 37
Fame game
All looking for fame and fashion
Prominence is the name of the game
Be famous and fabulous
All in the fine game of fame
Musicians are playing it
Fake it until you make it
Poetic fame is my favorite
Famous yet not fashionable
Loaned by those who love
Despised by those who vie and vile
Artist to politicians looking for it
All in the good name of the game
Women and men looking for it
Fame is the name of the game
Some tell me I am not yet poetic enough for fame
Or that my poems are less rhyming for the game
But I know I have a massage to tell
By Mashabela K.N

49. 38
GIVE ME ONE MORE ROUND
Hey partner!
Touch my body,
Take away my undies,
Keep me on your chest
And make me your play ball.
Let us go to bed to play a drama of love
Or sleep and swim in the ocean of love
Making love in peace and on bed
Give me one more round I ask
Why can't we do more rounds?
And satisfy each other like lovers do
Doing it fast with a joyful pace
As you climb to me with passion and movement of love.
Why don't you give me one more round?
Never get tired of giving your passion in love
Give me one more round I beg
Give me styles that are too joyful to ignore
I will encourage you with hymn and quivers of pleasure
And sounds that are too loud to forget
I will thank you later I promise
Oh! You’re too attractive to avoid.
Only two rounds I shall be full
I want to drink your libido cup tea
Don't be stingy in giving rounds
Let the poison of your snake bites my cake.
Please give me one more round
It's only in love that I can be satisfied
When you give rounds give two or more I will be ok
So I can be satisfied
Damn! Your one round doesn't fulfill my hunger
Hello, feed me with erotic styles and rounds of love-making
Add sounds of romantic cries too,
Don't be a robot but a romantic
Handle me well and make me beg for more
Give me one more rounds I ask
Then I'll forever love you my love
Show me love I shall be satisfied
Give me one more rounds
By mashabela KN

50. 39
,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,THANKS,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
'Unkulungulu' 'Modimo'
Allow me to say one word or two
To say thank you for this day
You gave me time in life
Of physique and spiritual grounding.
And of mental and economic growth
Untie me from the pilgrim ship of self-doubt and fear
And die my feet and hands with a string of courage.
Unearth me from hate, hunger and anger
But place me in what we know to be true
In a place of love, peace and happiness
While we harvest the blossoms of love and happiness
Or fetching assonance of life
Of each time and moment you gave us
And taste the flavour of your fruits tree
Love, peace and happiness
We need to thank you
Let me employ my sweetened words
And say thanks once more.
Before I spun in a miasma of death and decay,
I shall say thanks again for life
By Mashabela Nicholas

51. 40
MISPLACED
Have you ever felt like you don’t belong where you are?
Truly misplaced
There and then misplaced
Working yet still unhappy
Misplaced indeed I said
That was how I felt then and there my friend,
Never now I say
It all started there and then my comrade
In a place called work I guess
Yes, all I felt was sadness
It was work to them but not I
Indeed I was working but still unhappy
Never happy with the work I do or doing then
Never happy going to work, but pleased to come back home to write
I guess I was absorbed in a work never meant for me
Surely until one changed career and defeated inapt
Indeed change is demanding and painful to do,
Yet liberating I pronounce
Some said I was lost, but me thought misplace
For fear of failing I was scared to change
Now here I am placed where I belong
This place I can call home
I feel no work but joy
Not like there and then
Indeed I was misplaced
Now I’m happy and placed where I love
In a place called home
Placed were I enjoy
Not misplaced
By Mashabela K.N

52. 41
I am a teacher
I made it all
Some said I am of no use
Others says I have no dollar, but bank-drought
With me knowing money isn’t everything
I say I am a teacher
Yes, I know I have no money but value
So says a teacher
The truth is clear
Architect made a skyscraper
Engineer a motor-car
Yes, scientist made scientific discoveries
But a teacher made all of them
Indeed that is reality of life
Nothing but truth
Some said teacher’s time is gone
Others gossip that teaching has no honour
All because of money and materials
Forgetting that teaching is a noble profession
Indeed a mother of all professions
So says a teacher
I am a creator
I made you all
By Mashabela K.N

53. 42
Aluta continua
Cheating and looting continue
Corruption and Riots continues
All in the good name of democracy
Indeed an anecdote of a failing state
Maybe a demo-crazy
People are crazy and cruel
All in the good name of democracy
Criminals now have rights
Freedom to steal, kill and rape
All in the good name of democracy
Azania is gone and wasted
What is left is none but anger and hunger
Yes, black nation is angry and hungry
All emanating from the past
Many if not men are waiting to loot and kill
They never joined struggle to be poor
But to claim and take
Truly claim and take what is theirs and others
Land question unanswered
Struggle certainly must continue
All for a revolutionary course of our freedom
Mental slavery an enemy
Economic inequalities an enemy
Yes, people are not free at all
So say Steve Biko and Malema
Aluta must continue
By Mashabela KN

54. 43
Sidekick
Hey ‘wena makhwapheng’
Should I call you sidekick?
Or a side-chick maybe
Be it you are a cheating tool.
What do you think you are doing?
Indeed you are opportunist
Yet a fooled ancillary
Now that our relationship is fragile
You advance to break in and break it
To substitute my love for my partner
What you are doing is wrong.
You and my partner are both wrong
How can you be so selfish?
You know it as much as I know
Even your name says a lot about you
All you are is a side-chick
Or side dish
Not a home meal
They kick you on the side
And come back home to me still
You are indeed a sidekick
Why do you want to come between us?
Indeed I ask you ‘Makhwapheng’
Why?
By Mashabela K.N

55. 44
Two wards that define God & good
Love and peace
Indeed love is a reflection of peace
You are my love for your peace
And therefore my God
There is no way to live than to love you
You are all I love and need to survive
I don’t know what to do without you
Indeed there is no me without you
Well. If I forget you my love
I would’ve misrepresented my heart
Down in the end of my being
I know you are the reason I write
A reason I eat, live and indeed will die for you
You are my love, and therefore my peace
Without you I have no love or peace
With you, indeed there’s life
You are many weapons against my enemies
Hate and rejection
With your God, indeed I’m armed
Yes, God is Love and peace
You are my love
And therefore my peace
By Mashabela KN

56. 45
Death is reality
It was early in the morning,
When death asked life why are you liked by everybody?
Life said coz I am beautiful
Dead responded, you are a liked lie, and me a painful truth
Though we know our fate
Knowing that we are all waiting for it
Death scares and leaves us trembled
Instead of preparing and planning for it
We wish to live forever
Yet knowing it’s impossible.
Let me tell you something!!
Death is a reality of life
Without death life will be unreal
Indeed I and you will die
For death is a bride of all families
‘Ukufa umakoti wemizi yonke’
‘Lehu ke ngwetsi ya malapa kamoka’
Death is reality of life
Surely death is a living thing
Whether we like it or not
Prepared or unprepared
Death shall visit us all
Don’t forget to live
Or plan for your last day
Death is waiting for us
By Mashabela K.N

57. 46
The evil voices of the Doom Sayers
They said I am useless yet harmless and hopeful I was
They said nothing good would come out of my life, but here I am
They said my life would be over before it even started, but here I’ve started and still going
Those were the wicked awful voices of the Doom Sayers
Yes, the most dangerous people on the world we live today
Their prediction was that my background would determine my foreground, but I refused
Their prediction was that a poor boy like me was incapable of achieving success
Indeed their voices nearly broke and destroyed an innocent soul of a child, but I survived
They are always waiting for us to fail so that they can speak vile and negative about us
Yes, the doom Sayers have written me of even when I am still alive
Indeed the doom Sayers will turn your progress into grief and sadness
If they want, they can proclaim your rainy and sunny season to be nights of darkness and bleakness
Gossiping, blackmailing and backstabbing others is their weapons to destroy hopefuls like you and I
These are the negative voices of the DSs
Their voices always mean to destroy and bury the hopes and aspirations of the hopefuls
The voices of the DSs are aloud and always encoring in our ears, but I refused to listen
They say I will never see or test success because I am destined for failure
Though I know they are present, I never attempt to listen to these evil voices of the DSs
Are called Doom Sayers because they speak and see evil or failure where there is none
These are the vile and evil voices of the Doom Sayers who I came to call DSs cause they talk doom
The most dangerous people in the world we live
For those who don’t know, Doom Sayers live with us or amongst us
Don’t say I never told you about this, because I did
The Doom Sayers are like Holy Spirit
They are found anywhere and everywhere at anytime
We live with them in our homes, workplaces and everywhere they are there
Their work is to despise and disparage any persons who seek to improve their lives
The doom Sayers operate through jealousy and negativity
Theirs is to destroy and bury hopes and successes of the hopefuls
Your success is their pain, and your pain is their success
These are the Doom Sayers who prophesize vile and failure
The Most dangerous people of the world
The Doom Sayers
By Mashabela KN

58. 47
LET ME IN
Let me be your friend
Not your enemy
So I can please and appreciate you
Or tease you possibly
Maybe be your preacher
So I can teach and touch you
Or be your partner
So I can lean or lough with you
You ought to learn to live with me
Let me in
So I can comfort none but you
Or console you maybe
When you see me like this
Know I am your friend
Not a chancer
But a comrade
Yes, I came here not to look for fortune or fame, but for a friend I believe
Be my friend
So I can love you my friend
Or maybe love you to bit
Let me give
So you can receive
Let me in
So I can be your friend
By Mashabela K.N

59. 48
Corrupt leaders
Kingpins of complicity
They say you are corrupt
Some speak vile and vie about you
‘Rapist’ they call you now and then
Some says your time is gone
You raped mother justice they say
Economically you stole from the poor
Yet you see no wrong my leader
All these is water to you I guess
So says Quma my friend
Indeed you’re in a pool of water
Yet you claim your innocence like inmate
You promised but never delivered
Your job is clear and complete
Confuse & convince to influence
This is your way of life my leader
Your politics means confuse to convince
‘Viva’ is your powerful weapon to influence
‘Amandla’ a validation indeed
You lie without shame and guilt
Or steal without sharing and shame
Those are the cries and claims of the people you roped
Not my claims I say, but citizens’’ yells and nags
Theirs is water to you I suppose.
Indeed you are in for a swimming lesson
Yet you say you are not wet
Certainly you’re hypocrite leader of fame
Or a pathological liar of note
Those who believe are naïve
Yet idiotic and stupid I guess
Lie to them but not me
Corrupt leader I see you
By Mashabela K.N

60. 49
Let me write a wish poem called:
I wish I can be
If only I can:
Yes, I will be jubilant like January,
Or fabulous like February so I can face my valentine
Maybe be marvelous like March so I can match for human rights
Or be awesome like April so I can appeal my judgment
I wish I can be meaningful like May
Or be joyous like June so I can join July my friend
Yes, be jolly like July
Maybe be organized like August so I can reach orgasm like organism
If only I can
I will be sober like September
Or be optimistic like October so a can opt for number one position
Yes, be normal like November
Maybe in December one can be a diviner like King David
If only I can be, I would
That is my wish
To be like month
So I can be
I wish I can be
By Mashabela K.N

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A state with two faces
Love it or not
Mzanzi is a rainbow nation
Ours is a country full of colours,
A beautiful land full of peace and love
Yet some see violence and hate
All this because of media of odium and miasma
State loved by many men around the world
Women of the world say Mzansi is cool
Yet fake-news paddlers paint a story of a failing state
South Africa is said to be a dying nation without hope and honour
Yet many feel there is good story to tell
Some says Mzanzi’s rainbow nation is a myth
Ours is a contradicting tales of two faces land
A land deemed to be failing and fading
Yet a nation on a developmental mode
Some says ‘Mzansi is growing and glowing
Yet some speak vice and vile about my country
Those are the vile voices of doom sayers
Republic of South Africa is my country
Mzansi may be corrupt and cruel
If corrected it can be adored
So say a citizen
By Mashabela K.N

62. 51
Undecided
Trapped between right and wrong
Or between rain and drought
Surrounded by many choices and options
Adam needs to make a choice
Inevitably he burst into tears of confusion
But the choice remain static to be discovered
God created the earth and man
He gave man a responsibility to look after the earth and everything in it
God gave man an intelligence to make choices and decision
So that they choose between good and evil
Or choose between right and wrong
But men saw an opportunity to conquer and influence
Still torn between right and wrong
Men must make a choice
Whether one is at a crossroad or not, choice must be made
What is it gonna be for you? Wrong or right
Indecision remains story of human race.
One must decide,
Between right or wrong
Undecided no more
We must make choices
By Mashabela KN

63. 52
Mzanzi wethu!
From Mosina in the north to Cape Agulhas in the south
Limpopo River to Roben-Island
A land situation in the far tip of Africa
A star-country shinning in the middle of galaxy-wave
A country created through blood and sweets
Land troubled by colonialism and imperialism
A country divided through segregation and separation
Yet still captured by mighty apartheid regime itself
1910 is deemed to be the birth year of our country
But Azania was way older than that
Maybe origin of human kind it is
A land compromised through FREEDOM CHARTER and CODESA
Or revived though elections and democracy in 1994
Healed through Truth and Reconciliation Commission
But still captured through capital and exploitations
Not yet Uhuru for Mzanzi
So says a citizen
Some call her a rainbow nation
Because Mzanzi is diverse and a colouful motherland
But still divided by racism and tribalism
Others say Mzanzi is Azania
Because is home to Azanians
RSA our Republic
Mzanzi wethu!
A land full of wounds and hurts
Yet rich with opportunities, history and minerals
Poor or rich
Mzanzi is ours
Not yet Uhuru for Mzanzi
By Mashabela K.N

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THE BEGINNING AND THE END
When life begins, death could be next
When birth arises, the end is future mortality
Indeed the beginning becomes the evil-end
Or the end become the beginning
Expiry date turns into birth and being of the new
Or birth becomes the major cause of death and mortality
Children are conceived and aborted
Miscarriage become cause of demise
That is the end of innocent lives and godsend to earth
Life of today and tomorrow is bizarre
People regret for carrying lives to earth
Yet, the bible says no to abortion and carnage,
But edges people to conceive and multiply
So says the bible
If pregnancy is the results of sex and love,
Indeed the end can justify the means
Abortion is the result of what?
Why kill to end life than love to preserve?
Why hate to give life than kill and abort?
The end or the beginning is your select
What is your choice?
Abortion or life
Yes, birth or death
Mashabela KN

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Tribute to Mama Winnie
‘Amandla!’
Hear me the world!
Listen to what I have to say!
Mama Winnie is gone
Paragon of brain and beauty is late
Mother of the nation is no more
A soul adored by many if not all has fallen
Gone too soon yet least expected
Life said no, but demise said now is my time
Our hearts and heads said no,
But God her creator said yes, your time is now.
Mama Winnie was iconic yet humble to ordinary masses
She was indeed a vanity and beauty of a nation troubled by colonialism and racism
It must have been a coincident,
That her name was Winnie and indeed she was a winner
She won love over hate
She won humanity and humility over humiliation
And won patriotism over apartheid
Mama Winnie was a valiant woman:
She took the mighty Apartheid by its horns,
Soldiers and policeman were scared and afraid of her courage,
She was tortured, but never tarnished,
Crucified, but never crushed
Forcefully relocated many times, but still remained resolute,
Displaced many times, but never discouraged
Well, in and out of prison she survived
Mama Winnie was a judicious woman.
She said political freedom alone is not enough,
Some said she was being extremists
Now we all realize she was right,
Yet we don’t tell her she was not a radical but visionary
She was a true product of the masses
When it was fashionable to move or leave Soweto
She choose to stay with masses of her people

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Soweto was and still her home
Indeed Mama Winnie was wise and wide:
Mathematically speaking, Ten PHDs in one
She warned Zuma and Mbeki not to fight and divide ANC,
She warned ANC never to eat its children (the Malemanists),
She was confined and compromised, but never confused
She was sidelines, but never submerged or surrendered
Mama Winnie is gone.
Mother of the nation is late,
Her suffering ceased to exist,
Her problems too ceased to exist
Her legendary time is gone too soon to be forgotten.
Indeed the Royal Highness ‘Nomsamo’ has departed
We love you MAMA.
We will miss your wisdom,
We will remember your loyalty and love for your people,
We will miss your honesty
We will remember your legendary resilience
Nomzamo Winifred Madikizela-Mandela
Mother of the nation
Her legacy lives on in all of us
BY MASHABELA NICHOLAS

67. 56
emocracy
Some call you mobocracy
Yes, because you are government of the mob and masses
Others say you are egalitarian organism
For your children are equality and fraternity
Yet you can be a demon or craziness at times
Because of crime, cruelty and corruption
And when presidents become con artists,
You become a democrazy
It is incumbent upon me to tell and untell
The results shall justify the acts
Democracy can be Kakistocracy to some
Government that lead through poverty and illiteracy
Yet some are aristocrat rule of the people
All they do is to divide and rule
Indeed Democracy is never alike to all
To some is good and to others a monster
Democracy can be good when we are equal
Yet evil and violable when misused
United in our diversity
‘Rainbow nation’ remains a myth
Story of Mzanzi
Freedom is key to doors of democracy
Equality and unity the other keys
DEMOCRACY we need you
By Mashabela KN
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Raped
Rainy season became the awful days of rape
It all started with acquitted hugs and kisses on the hand and forehead,
The next was innocent touches of greeting on the bums and breast of the victim to be,
Later force was used to lead her/him to bed, the result was rape,
Evidence was the screaming and scratches of the victim
Yet none dare to stand witness to such
Rape was committed
Good times swiftly became painful nights of crime
A full-sized man with luck and pluck has raped
His manhood was wet with semen of violent and voracity
Body of the victim became crime-scene itself
For a rape has occurred in the dark nights of a rainy season
All these was done for nothing but sexual pleasure or nirvana
The good day of a rainy season suddenly became awful nights of violence and rape
Guilt and cruelty were written all over the face of the perpetrator
The gorgeous face of the victim was full of rhetoric questions and self-blame
This was enough evidence for an arrest to be made
But nothing indeed has happened
Why, because no one wanted to bear witness to such.
Silence in the mist of injustice amount to crime
Indeed rape and molestation are the twin thieves of charity and purity
They stole virginity and dignity of the youth and victims of violence
The lame justification for rape became innocent miniskirts and flirts of victims
The painful results of rape are self-blame and children born out of wedlock
A veiled monster stole dignity of many if not all
Who else it to blame than perpetrators of rape themselves?
Their action causes cacophony in the home of the mighty Deity
No empathy from parents, teachers, lawyers and politicians
Dignity and virginity of children are gone
All because of rape
By Mashabela KN

69. 58
I say I am
It is sad to see how often we forget to be real
I am who I am
I am soft, emotional and great
I am who I am
Because I am me
I might be poor here and there
But surely rich with knowledge I say I am
I might be uncertificated as you say I am
But with wisdom and knowledge I say I am certificated too
For knowledge cometh from learning
Indeed wisdom cometh from knowledge
Why yearn for a berry never meant for you?
While apple is ready for you to eat
What is it you want?
Be real: truth and success shall find you.
Naked, simple I am who I am
Wait, what is the push to be something you are not?
Indeed, what is the use to be the opposite of who you are?
Trying to please and pacify everyone you meet
What is the use to force to be who you are not?
When you can simply be who you are
To those who said I am rubbish
I say I am lavish and lovely
To those who said I am boring and dull
I say am the best and better alone
Because I am me
I follow my own path,

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I am who I am
You are who you are
I say I am me
Be yourself too
So we can be real and truthful
In words of being I’ve spoken
Mashabela KN

71. 60
Life goes on
Yes it does!
Through steps of wins and slips
Or bad and good
Life still goes on
Many dreams are experience and realised
Yet some are deferred,
Promises are made
Yet some are broken,
Mistakes are also made,
Yet some are unmade
That is life my friend
I say, ‘tell him and her’
Life isn’t a ‘sui generic’,
Not unique to all I say
People live to learn
Through gains and errors
Or victories and omissions
People still learn to live
Promises are validation
Yet there is no guarantee for wins
Life goes on my friend
Life is a ladder
By Mashabela KN

72. 61
Pimped souls
Story of lost children
It began during dark days of drugging and substance abuse
Pimps where pushers and bouncers
Clients associate in crime
They took our sisters into dark streets and dodgy flats in town
Money and drugs were exchanged for sex and celibacy
Promises were to make them cool and rich
Ironically pimps were not rich themselves,
But poor and needy like captives
Theirs is to lure & hook our sisters with money and drugs
Yet the end is perfidy, addiction and alienation
Hope was to make money and get rich
Hoping that the end would justify the means
Tomorrow they insult them as bitches or sluts
Aim is to destroy their souls
Knowing very well that they would have no way to go
If they know, our sisters would quit
Families would be enemies and enemies become friends
Shame and guilt will lead them into isolation and life of being high
Drugs and alcohol will be their friends,
And pimps would have won the race over their souls
The end is to forget family and real friends,
And lean in the hands of pimps and clients
Or be friends of drugs and alcohol
Just to relieve their pains and problems
And remain midnight stirrings of prostitution
Or maybe ladies of the night forever
Captured by pimps, sex and drugs
If only they know, our sisters would run
Run from life of sex, alcohol and drugs
If opportunity arises to run, use any means to quit,
And leave the end to justify the means

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Our sister are forced and trapped into prostitution and pornography
Pimps are to blame for ills of our society
Nation controlled through sex and drugs
The future hangs in the balance
Our sisters are pimped and used
Maybe men had failed to protect women and girls
Captured by kings or pimps of the night
Clients and pushers of prostitution
Pimped, pimped and pimped!!
Lost children are crying
By Mashabela KN

74. 63
oung and naïve
I can vividly remember that good morning I was born free
Without baggage and luggage
Without doubts and debts
Without worries and mistakes
Without fears and faults
An innocent life was brought to earth
No one would have anticipated what I came to be today
My father was delighted to see his seed coming to life
I can picture my mother dropping tears of joy for delivering a healthy boy to life
Doctorsnurses were joyful of the fact that they helped to bring new life to earth
Yet later I turned my back to my path and family
I stole and stoned
I roped and raped
I was young and naive
As I grow older I thought I would mature
But instead I’ve become more juvenile and naive
Peer pressure roped me of my youth and progress
I started to do things of the old when I was supposed to enjoy my youth
I smoked, stole and smashed what wasn’t really mine
Now old but still doing the things I missed
I became the opposite of what I was meant to be
I forgot to be young and joyful
Or to be true to myself
I turned by back on my age
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I turned my back on my culture
Turned my back on my religion
Turned my back on my family
I never know what I was doing
I was juvenile and immature
Young and naïve
No one can blame me
For I was young and naïve
Now I know
Mashabela KN

76. 65
I need no reason to love
I love you inevitably and naturally
I love you without reason
Why do I need a reason to love?
I love you this way because I love you
I love you without knowing why.
Yet I know how to love you and when
I love you this way because I don’t know any other way
Why do I need a reason to love you?
When loving you is all I know
I love you here and there
Now and forever
Because I love you
Why do I need a reason to love?
I love you this much because you mean so much to me
I love you this way because I don’t have any other way to love
I need no diamond ring or marriage to love you
Love for me comes naturally
In good and bad
Day and night
On land or in ocean
I still love
Let me dedicate my life to you
My heart knows nobody, but you
My future is with nobody, but you
I am you and you are me
No one needs a reason to love
“For love comes naturally to human heart”
Fake-Love forced is forged
For real love comes naturally to human heart
No reason to love you I says by Mashabela KN

77. 66
Homage to Madiba
Shhhhhh!
Listen to me the world!
Take note of what I have to say!
Madiba is gone
Sign of brain and bravery is late
His legacy lives on
Father of the nation is no more
A soul adored by many if not all has fallen
Gone too soon yet least expected
Life said no,
Fate of demise said now is my time
Our hearts and heads said no,
But God the creator said yes, your time is now Madiba
Mandela was iconic yet humble to ordinary masses
He was vanity of a nation troubled by colonialism and racism
It must have been a coincident
That he married Winnie, and indeed he was a winner
He won love and forgiveness over hate and anger
He won humanity and humility over humiliation
Or won patriotism over apartheid
Madiba was a valiant man:
He took the mighty Apartheid by its horns,
Soldiers and policeman were scared and afraid of his courage,
He was tortured, but never tarnished, that was Madiba for you
He was hated, but chose to love
Forcefully relocated many times, but still remained resolute,
Displaced many times, but never discouraged
In prison he survived, outside he was loved
Madiba was judicious:
He said political freedom alone is not enough, but forgiveness and peace
Some said he was being a traitor,
Now we all realize he was right,
Yet we don’t tell he was not a defector but a defender
He was a true product of change

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When it was fashionable to fight or hate
He chose forgiveness, peace and democracy
That was Madiba for you
A tall man who remained down to earth
Mandela was wise and wide:
Zillion PHDs in one
He was confined and compromised, but never confused
He was sidelines, but never submerged or surrendered
Mandela is gone.
Father of the nation is late,
His suffering ceased to exist,
His problems too ceased to exist
His legendary time is gone too soon to be forgotten.
Indeed the Royal Highness ‘Rolihlahla’ has departed
We love you TATA.
We miss your wisdom,
We remember your loyalty and love for your people,
We miss your honesty and leadership
We remember your legendary resilience
Rolihlahla Nelson Mandela
Your legacy lives on
Father of the nation
Amandla!
BY MASHABELA NICHOLAS

79. 68
A place called home
Life in the street
Hard and hurtful
I feel like hermit
I’m a loner but never alone here
Everywhere I go looking for food and shelter I see danger
Or feel and see struggle of vagrancy and famine
On the streets of many cities human’s life is delicate
Fragile like a balloon full of hot air
Life of a street dweller
With no papa or mama to rest on,
We eat garbage not by will but all were coerced
Poverty has forced us to live like animals
Street life is full of hunger and hunters
We’re all hungry people hunting for better life
Children have no knowledge of decency
But learn to kill and steal
Life of a street dweller
Little kids growing up without fathers, mothers and fortune
They eat garbage in dustbins and sleep under bridges
That is life of residing in the streets
Hustling is a life of a street dweller
No one is here to save us
We learn to live
Sex, theft and drugs are ways of surviving the danger and hunger
We are orphans parented by street life of danger and hunger
Some says we are homeless
Yet we have our homes in the street.
A place we call home
Streets of violence and hardships
This is our home
Mashabela KN

80. 69
………………SPEAK……………
Pedi people say:
‘ngwana a sa llego o hwela tharing’
‘Buwa re ho duetse’
‘People die in silence’
Yet speaking remain a free healing indeed
And free treatment to stress is to talk and speak out
Indeed speaking is liberating
Or efficient healing is to speak
Speak your mind, speak
Through the name of your mighty god, speak
Through memory of Biko, you speak
Through love and peace of Madiba we must all speak
Silence in the mist of injustice amounts to crime, speak
Speak Truth to powers that be, speak
I speak my mind, speak
I speak black power, speak
I speak white power, speak
Speak your fears out, speak
Speak your emotions out, speak
Speak your problems out, speak
I speak like a man you are, speak
Speak like woman you are, speak
I speak what I like, speak
I speak truth, speak
If I can speak, so can you
Speaking is fun and lovely
Speaking is liberating
Speaking is free healing
Speak
Talk it out
‘Khuluma sizwe’
Speak louder because we need order BY Mashabela KN

81. 70
SUGAR DIABETES
Illness whose aim is to end time
It comes into our lives uninvited and unexpectedly
Through genes and veins
Sit permanently in our bodies
Wearing a colourless identity of blindness and pain
Blood is polluted with unknown chemicals
The next we can’t see or walk
He doesn’t care if we are rich or poor
Young or old
Or big in size or small
He takes without wait and infamy
He picks beautiful flowers in the gardens of life,
Then destroys and flushes them like dung
Eats the flesh of the victims like parasite
Or coerce ‘sdudlas’ into gyms or exercise
Even when they don’t want
One is forced into gym for fitness
Some are forced vegetarians
Because diabetes has spoken
No one need to question
No laughter for victims
Not in my present
Do you care? I ask
Enemy of the nation
Illness whose aim is to disable and kill organisms of God
Or take lives of mothers, fathers and siblings
Shame on you Sugar diabetes
By Mashabela KN

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Dangerous world of poverty
As I travel the world,
Moving from Japan in the far East,
To Alaska in the west
Or from Antarctic continent in the south,
To icy Norwegian city of Oslo in the north
I traveled the world
Migrating from one place to the next like nomads
All I see is danger and inequalities
Or hunger mixed with anger
I can't image but feel the pain
Yes, I can't lie but lay the rules
For the world need order
Others say I'm angry because of hunger
But I know is because of danger
The world need protection
Or freedom from poverty and inequalities
Hunger is the cause of danger
If one is to fight danger
One needs to defeat hunger
Angry people are always hungry yes
But the world needs order and protection
For those angry are justified
Love and unity are keys
To close doors of poverty or hunger
To open doors of prosperity or harmony,
To end dangerous world of poverty,
One need love and unity
This may sound older,
Because is order

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Celebrating the Birth of a baby boy
A dream of human race was always to give birth to a baby boy,
To shine and guide the world
Indeed a baby boy was born,
Welcomed with a Puja by Hindus,
The end is Bhajan of joy in the name of the gods,
The next is Om written all over the face of the new born
And a bright blaze made of special ghee to celebrate
This we know a baby boy was born
Ululations and poetic hymns are recited to inform the public and gods
Animals are slaughtered to celebrate
That a baby boy was born
Some speak of eternity and others death
Yes, a baby boy is given a name
Generally a religious name is preference
But to others is heretically a family name given to new baby born
Some call him David or Mohammed
Others name him after their parents
Yes, a cultural way to name a new baby boy is followed
Well, Hana-matsuri is made to celebrate the birth of a baby boy
Christmas for the birth of a baby boy Jesus
Gurpurb celebrated for the birth of Guru Nanak
Khoisan Drance dance is to celebrate
Zulus make fire of Unpepho to inform the gods
All this is done for the birth of a baby boy
For a bright moon has come to lit and shine the earth
His name is Mohammed or Jesus
A baby boy was born
We celebrate
Mashabela KN

84. 73
TEARS FOR A FRIEND
I lost a friend!
Please console me.
I literally mourn to celebrate your life
The best of the best,
My dear friend,
Cream de la cream in life and in death,
My dear comrade
Tears for her I shall drop
My companion my comforter,
My crime and creamy partner I love
I frankly mourn the loss of a dear friend,
A pivotal associate so many want to befriend
Why did you live me in limbo? I ask
My last and best friend I had!
Gone too soon to be forgotten my friend
While you are gone I'm incomplete
I believed in our lives and friendship.
Can't we change our destinies?
So we can die together like Romeo and Juliet
Your love for me was priceless like a family secret
And your exertion to me was enough testimony for a true friendship
Because you are the best friend in my life and in my time
I vividly remember our friendship
I miss you my dear friend
I love you my dear comrade
I wish you were here alive
I know you are here with me
To compliment me and comfort
To be a friend I need and long
I love you my friend
By Mashabela KN

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,,,,,,,,,,,,,Depressed,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
I never knew what it is.
I've been avoiding it yes,
I've been hiding from it indeed
I took pain killers but it never went away
I thought it's not serious,
I thought it was not for me but for others
I repressed it when I was supposed to address it
But now depression is killing me and us all
I need no medicine but a friend
I just need someone to listen to me, I guess!
Someone to lend me their ear and eyes
I need someone to console and comfort me.
I'm trying to fight it alone but it's hard
Just like a tiny lion trying to fight a bull elephant,
I took my chances
Now I’ve been thinking strange!
To end life by committing suicide,
But realized why God created me then
I closed doors of help and friendships
I kept quiet while supposed to talk
I kept distance instead of mingling
Suicidal thoughts kept inviting me,
I held my head up and said no.
I'm sick but not ready to die.
Now I say i need a friend,
To make me feel loved and needed.
The suicidal thought keeps coming back I confess.
Inviting me to take an innocent life to the end
I just wish I had a friend,
I have a depression and its okay
But I need a friend to understand
I am depressed
We are all depressed

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LET US LOVE EACH OTHER AGAIN
Do you remember our promises?
Agreeing to show-off our love for each other,
In a marriage of love rather than convenient or material,
We promised to love and protect each other like whales.
To swim in the ocean of likes and love
We agreed to join forever until death says no more
Or love each other like Romeo and Juliet
You caring for me and I caring for you
We were each other’s hand bags
Together constantly like twins
We were by each other day and night
Now you speak of divorce or separation
I thought you were my love for life
My one and only
How can you turn and want separation or divorce?
When you promised to love me forever!
What about the children we created in love?
How evil and cruel would we do this to our children?
Our families depend on us together in marriage
They say our breakup breaks them too,
Yes, our love binds them together
Remember our love for each other!
Let’s not make each other miserable enemies
Let’s not turn water into blood
Or love into hate
Let’s love each other again
MASHABLA KN

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LET ME SLEEP DURING THE DAY
Everyday many men and women wakeup in the morning
To go to work or look for piece jobs in town
I shall be asleep
Let me sleep during the day
Like owls I hunt my prays at night
When people are asleep
I wake up to steal their things
I am a night predator hunting without a light
At night I shall be alive and slightly alight with a torch
For fire forces me to fire my gun
Let me sleep during the day
To give people opportunity to work,
So I can steal later during the night
When some goes to school
I will sleep like a lion waiting for a pray
For, I know I need energy to steal their books and pens at night to trade
I am a night trader
Yes, I exchange goods for money whilst others are asleep
During the day I shall be asleep
Let me wait for the night
So I can work or walk alone and free
Free of people, police and light
I shall steal
Let me sleep during the day
By Mashabela KN

88. 77
,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,DEAR WIFE,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
Your beauty is so rare to find but I did
Thy smile is so real and remembereble
Your love is so red, rosy and real
And you are so prevalent in my life
Domineering like a lioness of the jungle Amazon
You are so smart for a rural lady married to a rural boy
Dear sweetheart
Your respect sticks into my memory like 1,2,3
Thy life surrounds mine like a secular in rectangular
Your love in my heart and in life is perpendicular,
But still I can't measure it with a ruler
I will love you infinitely like numbers,
I will buy a calculator,
Yes, not for maths but to count thy days and mine in marriage
I will buy a phone just for us to communicate
Or I will build a house for us to art together
And I will study you like a course of mathematics
Coz I like to know you like a whole digit
So I can get my certificate
Dear beautiful partner
With thy gorgeous self,
And thy charming eyes
I shall give you ten over ten for your beauty
Yet in this collage of marriage called love
I need your presence not pretense,
or else i will disappear or dropout
Dear friend
I will never sell-out our love to sidekicks for sex
I will fight for it with respect and honour
I will respect and honour you with decency
I shall love you forever my dear wife
This is not a promise but a commitment
Dear wife
You are liked and protected,
You are respected
And you are love @by Mashabela KN

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WHILE SITED ON MY FAVOURITE KOPPIE (KILIMA)
I said to myself:
This is my favorite place!
Let me look down the mountain valley!
Well, let me listen to nature’s music
As I sit there I heard young women crying,
It was a cry of help against rape,
I sit and looked out, the perpetrator was a man
I hear another women crying, it was her husband bitter biting her with a belt
I heard bells of jealousy and love for power
A women was misused and mistreated
I wonder why some women would kill or abandon their kids for abusive boyfriends!
Is this the end of humanity?
Let me look down, I said
While looking, I heard cries of society for peace and love
I see civil wars, tribalism and xenophobic riots all down to the mountain valley
It was miasma of plasma on my motherland Africa
As I look further down the valley of my favorite koppie
I saw hunger and anger of my people fuming like a wild fire
Corruption and injustice were to be blamed
While sited on that koppie I truly like
I saw homeless persons fighting for a dustbin
“I was the first to see it, this bread is mine, this bread is mine”, they argued
It was jerry and John
My neighbours who run away from home
Not because they hated it
But coz there was no peace and food
As if that was not enough
I see degrading parliament and arrogant leaders fighting for positions
Others labouring and exploiting my people
I see homes without water or electricity
Many were unemployed
Grants where granted to buy their vote
I say, enough is enough
By Mashabela KN

90. 79
MEKHUKHUNG
A noisy domicile of the poor
Tremendously populated
‘Urban cities of tomorrow’
Far from lights, malls and roads
High with crimes, poverty and unemployment
With parentless children on the streets looking for money
Every corner is full of boys playing games or gambling
Young girls are looking for blessers to slay for money
Life in “Mekhukhung” is hard
A place called home to many and more
With no means to fight the cold-winters than to sex
And no plan to kill hunger than to hustle and steal
Yes, no means to fight frustration than to drink and drug
Life in the squatter camps is hard and harsh
Dry as a desert, and rough as a sand
But future is certain
There is hope in God
Danger of living in the squatter camps
Situated near a mine dump
Or placed near a river tide
A place where gunshot is a norm
Children are raped or molested daily without arrests
A place where children go to school without shoes
Where life is literally hard like a rock
Forgotten by politicians
But remembers by elections
Mekhukhung
By Mashabela KN

91. 80
An African child speaks
What happen to our land?
Does it exist?
Like the mighty mountain Kilima in Tanzania.
Or the great Nile river in the north
Who has the right to or control over our continent?
Does it belong to anybody?
Settlers or natives!
Maybe not,
Africa for Africans!
Or maybe Africa belongs to all who live in it.
What happen to our land Africa?
Does Africa belong to all or what?
Or it’s still captured?
What happen to our land Africa?
Where are the resources?
The gold barrels of Gold Coast in Ghana,
The precious diamond stones of Kimberly in Mzanzi.
The sacred manuscripts of great Sankore varsity in Mali
The oil vats of Lagos in Nigeria
Or the pharaoh gold objects in Egypt
What happened?
Where are they?
I speak to all peole of the world
By Mashabela KN

92. 81
CRIES OF THE PEOPLE
As they cried, they asked:
Who do we trust?
When all are corrupt,
And all are vicious animals waiting to lure or loot.
Who do we trust? They asked!
When our trustees want to trig us,
Or coerce us into signing contracts we don't need or understand.
These are cries from my people!
Who do we trust? They ask!
When our brothers rape us,
And our fathers pimp us.
Hooked into prostitution and drugs
Who do we trust? They asked!
When our leaders mislead us,
And our ministers misuse us.
Who do we trust? They ask!
When our partners kill us for materials and distrust
Let us cry tears of blood and pain,
Experienced through Xenophobia
Or through self-hate called Afrophobia
Why suicide wars and conflicts in Africa?
Our people drink waters of violence.
Confusion reigns supreme,
Peace resigns from Africa
Deception eaten and swallowed,
Yah, taken from plates of false brotherhood
What is the point of calling each other brothers,
When all we do is hate and kill each other as Africans.
Who do we trust? They ask!
When the rivers of unity are so empty in all of us.
Politicians have become professors.
Yes, masters of lies and deception,
Always fighting against truth and honesty
Preachers have become pretenders,
Yes, masters of miracles than gospel.
Who do we trust? They ask!
Are we blinded by songs and rhetoric talk of struggle?
While others are struggling and working,
Some are crapping and looting the riches of the land
Leaving orphans and commoners lost and hungry
Capitalists and communists are fighting for hegemony
War of the elites and privileged
Ordinary people are forgotten
Who do we trust? They ask!
Let us cry loudly and audibly.
These are cries of the people! By Mashabela KN

93. 82
Why i write?
Listen!
I don't know if I'm right like Mr right
For writing my verse
I'm inking my thoughts.
I write what inhibit my mind not to win a price but a pride
I write for no likes or claps but love for my work
I write not to conform but to inform and confirm
To free my lost soul and yours,
I pens my words down not for money but for you and me,
Not for fame but favour to the misinformed
I write my opinions
I write knowledge poetry
To feed, teach and give facts to children of the lord
"Ke ngwala pono"
I am writing my dream"
I write for nobody but me and you
I write what I like
With the hope that my poems will change the world,
I walk my talk in trance of writing.
I write
Tête-à-tête
I write my emotions
And my motions
I move like a chameleon,
Or tortoise and camel maybe
Yet I always reach my goals
I protrude against all odds
Because I do what I love
I write my poems
If not a hobby, then writing is my habit
By Mashabela KN

94. 83
TERMINOLOGY
Inker –refers to person who uses ink (either physically or digitally) to create things. A
writer is an inker
Inking- means writing
Talk-it-out- is to uncover your fears and challenges. To speak out about our problems
Quatrain therapy- a musical or rhythmical healing produced by sound of nice
literature words
Wish poem- is called “Theto tumo” by Pedi people, and is a poem that reflects hope or
wish or desire to achieve something.
Doom Sayers (DSs)- refers to people who are always negative towards other people.
Those who are always focused on the doom side of life. These people always speak
death, failure or negativity in general.
Dêjâvu- a feeling of already having experience the present situation
Kakistocracy- A government under control of the poor and illiterate citizen
Mobocracy- A government or rule of the masses/mob
Aristocracy- A government that rule over a divided or class society
Sui-generic-means uniqueness or the same
Pimp- A person who own or control prostitutes
Vie and vile- means fight and hate
Mine-out- to produce or discover something
In-camera- in closed doors/ in secret
Charisma- gift of attraction and charm
Zeal- passion
Ipso jure= Latin phrase meaning through operation of the law.
Reason d’être- reason to exist
Magnum opus= Latin phrase for masterpiece or art of great creation
Recite- to perform a poem
Cacophony- disharmony or conflicts
Odium and miasma- Hatred and clouds
Poetry
that
smalls
ink,
Poetry
Ink
is
a
book
made
of
ink
and
great
ideas.