The child is yet to die

The child is yet to die
not until fed
and yesterday's hunger
is but a pale memory
forever wiped from history

The child still lifts
no longer a fist but an open hand
begging for stale leftovers
no longer from the baas table
for the baas is no more.

He weeps unceasingly
at his brother's side
the one who never fought
the one who never tasted despair
yet lifted the trophy of freedom.

The child was there
when his freedom was traded
mute, silenced he could not say
when, for gold, history was defeated
in the name of public interest.

But the child still leak his wounds
and mourn the fallen history
The child still stands still
as much awaited freedom vanish
and looses its prestigious promise.

Sin

Sick, i choked in your grasp,
Not knowing whether i live or die
and when in admonition
i wipe the last remorseful tear from my eye
You are lurking somewhere
In the depth of my deceitful heart
i wish to wash my soul clean
And in the Blood find my essence
But when in a sunny day i dry up
You are there to show me summers
And beauties, forever enticing to my heart
Sin, is there a space without your breathe?
Where, my soul can rise again.

Grief

Memories got me grieving
in a strange way never whole
a looming void keeps me longing
for a perfect day when more
that the still haunting pain
i can elevate my soul home
to a peace never staggering
to a sun forever smilling.

Immortal

words cant explain
how immortalized i am
when locked in your memory
i explode to expand
and fuse your sweet memories
with the greatest moments of my life
and when word is gone by
and hearsay has sifted through
you r the omega of my thoughts
the begining of my eternity

Kha Makonde (2)

Nangwe nda penya,

Nda ela sa miedzi ya madi

Nda navha nao matavha

Nne thi livhali

zwe sa murunzi wa swifhala

wa sunguvhela khulukhushoni ya vhuanzwo

hune miloro ya thafha

Namusi

Naasi ndi vhuria ha swiswi bodobodo
Ndi tshilimo tsha mufhiso murenzhe
u rumbulaho langa fulufhelo la thafha

Naasi ndi tshingwindingwindi nda vheka
asi ndala ya vhuswa, muya ndi gosha
u hanya ndi u sokou ngwaluwa

Naasi ndi maneto fhedzi
A minwaha ye ralila ro lila
mitodzi itshi fhanza mbilu

Hone la matshelo ndi liswa
Li da na zwalo sa mapfuvhi tshilimo
ndi tshiphiri tsho dzungwaho vhuhwini.

La matshelo ndi fulufhelo liswa
line sa revho ra fuka
ra fhambana na mboni dza mulovha

A thina mulandu

Nne a thina mulandu,
hone sa puli ndi mupondwa
wanga mulandu ndi muvhala
we sa revho nda fukedzwa

ndi wone musandiwa
nguvho ya pfene
une wa nyitisa mmbengwa
na kha vhasili

ndi puli nnduni ya khotsi anga
shangoni le sa ifa nda kovhelwa
lo shanduka egipita nndu ya vhupuli
ndi la mutodzi u shamani

thi lili ndi lila ndo lila
sa mupfa u rungunya ho mbilu
vhushai vhu si ha ndivho
ndi tsiku ya muvhala

Ndi tamba fhi?
wanga muvhala u shandulwe
u nukhelele sa murongwe tshilimo
na nne sa vhanwe ndi pfume

ndi vhe Khosi shangoni langa
ndi dzomo la dzimu
nwali a bvume luonde
livhe la maladze

Notes of an Undying Love

sing to me
sing to my soul
fountains of flowing waters
that keeps me warm
inside the frost of time

there are roses that softly pricks
they tenderly hurt in time
but when you sing to me
notes of an undying love

i am removed from the misery of existence
forver cast in the paradise of your soul

Stolen Kiss

Something is amiss

with this kiss

it was not to be missed

and couldn't be dissed

i had it once

i can't wait for more

i can't close the door

like i did before

stolen kiss

sweeter than honey

Silenticide

Silence has killed a soul
And has so done a nation
When arms and wars don’t stop
Multitudes mum in their ways
Some say it won’t be long
But the rest keep to their own
And villages collapse into ant hills
And moles build on society
The city is not the same
Defiled by corrupt souls
The streets grow silent
As the mafias match along
Defrauding us of our precious lives
There is no more dissent
And the people grow mum everyday
As the nation go numb
And silence silently stills
The once living society
In the hands of a monstrous mafia

Street Emperor

I wandered around in a mystic spree
Sow seeds whose fruits I can't bear
My soul torn between the skin and the spirit
Walked on men, I cared not to listen to
Made some women frown at my shadow
But that’s when I roam the streets of delusion
Thinking I was the emperor at the helm
Until that dream bust into dusty winds
That’s when crusts fell off my blinded eyes
Empires melt with a blink of an eye
My very own soul couldn't bear
When my streets collapsed like candle wax
And was left standing naked in the dark
Like nothing I ever knew
Since I was born in a lofty toy mansion
But then the rush came to an end
Nothing but my dreams left
And will always wish, after all
That the streets never died
And now I’d still be, a man
Out on the streets.

Monologue

This is not silence;
The words that rush through my veins,
erupting into syllables full of venom;
Killing every idleness.
It cannot be a silence;
When I am quacking,
trying to find a fine breathe;
to keep my soul intact.
I am talking, in furious metaphors
at war with my indigenous self
Over words unspoken
And rhymes never heard before
There is no silence
When my numb hand is dragged
Through the tearing paper
Dripping visions of spirits unseen
It a discourse of the mind;
Engulfed in a prison of words.
"Libera Me"

Monday Morning

Have you felt the dismay?
The seemingly never ending stretch
Of a thread that takes you to work
To labour that never ends

You sit all day, it’s a Monday
And drain your brain
Until you cannot hold back the anticipation
Of a lively Friday afternoon

It’s a drag, taking forever
But you pass the time
Starring on a blank computer screen
But all you see, is a vibey Friday afternoon.

Dogs don’t cry

Its wailing voice
It is a rage of fury
Its bark a stark warning
And nobody stops
To listen to a dog cry
Dying to breath

But they say so,
Dogs don’t cry

When it wags its tail,
Who can trust it?
And ease its isolation

But they keep saying,
Dogs don’t cry

They can only bark
In pursuit of a prey
But the dog stuck in the night
Is silently crying
Looking out for salvation

Still they say,
Dogs can never cry.

But perhaps dogs can cry?

Merry go round

I wish i was like him
who always ride on the upper side
when life toss and turn
like him smell fresh airs
and feel the wind brush my wings
i would escape this prison
of seclusion; always ridding low
no summer smiles in this
my merry go round

Fear

How have i crowned thee
queen of my life;
that you creep into my every move

You hold me back
when fate demands i move,
into greener pastures

You give me gory nightmares
of thorns in every path
or life full of snares

But when lights go off
and i am laid to rest
you are stripped off my soul

No nightmares, no thorns
snares nowhere to harm
but in your realm

Fear, how did you creep in
into my innocence
and became the definition of my life

how did i crown you queen of my life?

There must be away

I am stuck in the belly of solitude
i have been writing the same rhyme
from time to time

My pen can't stop bleeding
Many years of pain in vain
my heart is hanging

i want to escape this despair
is there a repair shop for my soul?
torn, tormented, i cannot bare

but there must be a way
out of this jungle of fierce words
my soul is weary

Today i die

Today I die
I cease to breathe your oxygen
I cease to be the alpha and omega of your happiness

Today I die
I step out from your box of seclusion
I walk out to my freedom

Today I die
I die to love life
And live when I die

Today I die
I escape to my redemption
Today I am free to be myself.

This skin

This skin is a curse
It’s a burden of untold sins
At home and elsewhere
It comes not without prejudice

I am dying under this skin
Silently aspiring to be free
But it remains a dream
Lost where time cannot reach

How can I be free?
From the curse of this skin
Without a new skin
Maybe when my time is done
I will ascent with a new skin

written after reading Barack Obama: Dreams
from my father

Family Breakdown

When does a family collapse and die?
Is it when bricks conspire to melt?
And crumble down the house

Or is it when dreams that held us
Silently disconnect and dismantle

Is it when a touch, once so brotherly
Unnoticed faint and vanish
Into the vistas of despair

Or is when we are drawn to ourselves
And stop talking like we used to

When does a family break down?
Is it when this or that happens?
Or is it when it simply breakdown.

Shango vho dzhia

Shango lashu
Makhuwa vho dzhia
Ra sala ri mabunyu
ro fara muya, shango lo enda

Na ni do ri ni naa?
Musi Nwali atshi vhudzisa
He na isa hone shango?
Le nga mbilu tshena ani fha.

Ndi lumbile ndi mbila ya Nevondo
Vhanwe vhe ho penya zwivhoni
Vhanwe vhe ndi ndala ya mashona
hone shango loya?

Naasi ri badela risa fhedzi
Lenelia le nwali arifha nga fhedzi
Naasi ri dzula ri sa dzulisei
Ngau shango vho dzhia

Vhanwe vha tshi vhuya

Musi vhusiku ha swiswi bodobodo!
vhu tshi tsira shango;
Na nne ndiima mikotoni,
magondoni othe nda lilala
ndo tulutshelwa iwe mbilu yanga
dzanga le nda fhiwa
Nwali nga dzawe a tsikela

Musi vhanwe vha tshi vhuya
dada li tshi vho adamela
ndi u toda magudani a vhafhiri
A thiu wani athi u vhoni
magondo e ndia pfumelwa
mikoto ye ndi bva vhubvo
na thanzi yazwo ya bala

Dzuvha

Dzuvha nwananga
Naho nda khuya
langa gondo la fadalala
Nne, ndi naiwe nwanaga

Naho vhutshilo sa gole
ha swifhala ha nzwinzwimala
Vha no da vha tshi vho tuwa
Dzuvha u mbiluni yanga

Ndi na iwe u swika vhuhwini
hu ne nda shandulwa vhadzimu
yanga mbilu yo dala iwe
dzofha la vhuvha hanga

Dzuvha nwananga
Penya u penyelele sa naledzi masase
Na musi nne ndi tshivho swifhalelwa
U vhe tshedza tsha mbilu yanga

Joburg kills, Joburg heals

Joburg kills, Joburg heals
it tills, a soul unturned
and expose the gold within
but when such is not
it strangles a hopeless soul
and leave it torn. debased
Joburg you are a monoster
a city of gold, a gold
that shines and we marvel
and yet so bright
adored for long you blind us with sorrow
Joburg heals, Joburg kills

Kha ...

ndi lila tshitodzi mare
ndi tshi elelwa minwaha ila
ye sa muloro wa thafha
wa sunguvhela kulekule
kule ha mbilu yanga

nga vhe ndiufare
tsha nga huvhe u pofula
ni pfule yanga tshanga
uri lwau lunako ndi si lu vhone
kha iwe ndi dzule ndi thama

thi divhi ndi mudengu de?
une wa lokolola washu mulanga
mbiluni ra sikela hashu vhutama
zwanga na inwi zwisifhele
sa mulilo wa matanga

Time, how much i love thee

Time, how much i love thee
when you have plundered me my all
it is a glory, it is a breathe devine
Of me what more can you squander
and torment my soul
save my breath, for i escape
before its all done
Time, how much i love thee
when only silence remain
for you cannot touch my stillness
you cannot tie me to material
lonely time, how much i love thee

Mukovhe

Mphe wanga mukovhe ndi tuwe
Ndi fare langa gondo li si na tshihume
lwanga luimbo lu tahe
lu wane vhukhudo vhuhwini

Sa tshiendangolo, ndi do furalela mivhundu
nda dagaila nao matavha
Ndo livha ha Iwe, thavha khulu
wanga mukovhe ndo nyima

Ndi wane yanga pfamo
na nne ndi penye sa naledzi masase
ha nga vhutshilo vhu wane ndivho
ine kha Iwe ya vha tshithavhelo

Mphe wanga mukovhe
Ndi phuphe iyi philiphise
ye sa ifa nda fuka
naa u vaya hani sa mupfa

Mphe wana mukovhe
yanga mbilu i dale dakalo
khaswa khaswa sa mukhaha
ndi vhone tshedza

Kule Kule

Kule kule, kule ha mashango
magudani a ngelekanyo
nne na inwi zwamoda
ha sala mitodzi u ela

Kule kule, kule ha mivhundu
mbilu yanga ya tanwa sa bugu
ha sala lone bome pome
iwe wo tuwa na mashango

Kule kule, Kule ha mashango
lwanga lwendo lwa pfuvha
Sa mapfuvhi tshilimo
mbiluya yanga ya anzwa nga vhuludu

Kule kule, kule na mbilu yanga
hau vhutshilo ha rumbuwa sa mutomba
u naka wa fhanza mbilu
ye sa revho wa vula.

Mufunwa wanga nda lila

Mufunwa wanga nda lila
Sa tshisima tsha tshengelo nda dzunguluwa
dzanga ndoro dzi si tsha rudza mbilu
ngau wau mutakalo wa thowa

Wo puta sa dzuvha tshilimo
Wa sunguvhela bvungwi ha thavha dza vhutshilo
na murunzi zwawo we ndi bva vhubvo
tsha nga ha vha tshianeo

ndo vhudzisa vhadzi u potiela
vhanwe vhe ndi zwiitavhathu
vha vhu ndia ndia vhe ndi dwadze tshifu
hone izwo zwothe ha vha lumbile

kha nne ho pwashea ngosha
ho pfuvha tshikona tsha vho-Mabila
ho sala mutodzi muni
ndi lila ndi sa lili

(Mourning a deceased lover)

A mute pursuit

To follow a dream

That whispers in silence

To find light, in the heart of darkness

In the depth of disgrace

To find hope in tales

stuck naked in the head

It is a mute pursuit

When in the depth of solitude

A heart doesn't stop

seeking soul soothing wisdom.