Conversations: Are you my dad?

How are you my dad?
Are you my dad?
When was I inside your tummy?

I dont know 

Conversations is a series of poems adapted from conversations with Tshedza 

Conversations: Good bye, dad

 Good bye, dad
maybe  we will walk again tomorrow
Bu tomorrow  never comes

You have your journey set
Back to your home 
I have my journey set 
Back to my new home

But the dark night is upon us 
hiding the parting tears 
as we part our ways 
never to walk again  

Good bye, dad

Daddy, sharp sharp

Its ok

Conversations is a series of poems adapted from conversations with Tshedza 

Sunset

Remember, the day the sunset
It didn't only set on that horizon
It set on us two
Always knew Joburg was a thief
Lost no love when i lost everything
Eager to move on with your life 
Couldn't hold back a kick
I am not squirming

Life goes on 
Out on these streets 
Always been walking alone
Everything else was an illusion
Only this truth is my redeemer 
My head is still held high
If I fail it wont be the fall
Already hit the ground
The day the sun set
and so did hope for tomorrow

Free (Modderbee)

Tell my mother I am in Modderbee 

In case she doesn’t find me at Thema

I have been holding on to these bars 

Yearning for my freedom 

Hoping another day I see better days

Lurking through the corner of this prison cell 

There is a price for freedom 

I paid the warder,  there is nothing left 

This prison cell, this heart 

These words, even these echos

Bellows the emptiness of this place 

Looked out for footsteps, heard none 

Listened to the splendour of the outer world 

Saw nothing but the emptiness 

So if she never makes it 

Tell her, I am free.

It is ok.

Emptiness

 What do you hunger for?

Why do you walk endlessly?

What is with the run?

Is there an end to this mute pursuit?

An endless string of verses of agony

Do you find happiness in the endless pursuits

Why are you tempted? by this and that shiny apple 

Do you ever find comfort , when there is nothing but your dreams to hold to

Do you find your soul in the verses, or they  wallow in emptiness 

Do you find justice in small acts of kindness, or life is just a bitter fruit 

Wrapt in the lonesome cape of emptiness. 

What makes a poem

What makes a poem
Drown deep in a cesspool of emotions
What makes it wail in anguish
gasping for a mystic revival
from the feisty grip of despair  
It shudders, it thunders
Out with the flaring broken pieces
Of fiery flames igniting within
It is ablaze, violently alive to tears
It is not content with buzzing blooming summer days,
the sun and the springs that set our hearts alight

Its not a song, made for the dance 

Its a passion fired fire 

igniting from the depth 

of wretched emotions 

Enough

You had my heart, it was not enough
Had my soul, said Its cold
You had my thoughts, it doesn’t count
Gave you my all, pushed it away
Everything I had, was not enough
Poured out myself, looked away
Say it doesn’t matter,
Look into this heart
Emptiness left behind
Sunsets, sunrises
Lost in thoughts of you
And still its not enough

(Based on Busi Mhlongo's Yise Wabant'a Bami)

The Moon

The harbinger of mysteries

Many have seen your face

But few understand your ways

Similar to a passerby

Who seemingly wanders aimlessly

But your solemn ways are intriguing

Knowing the incompleteness

Of your majestic work

You have never waited

Until you are completed

And brushed with diamonds

To let your shine out to the world

A quarter of you roamed the sky

And enlighten spirits stuck in darkness

Half of you conquered the night

And set pale our dark faces

That we may see and be seen

And find our ways in the dark night

The full of of you woke up giants

Spirits hidden in obscurity

With rays of your splendor

Reaching deep within man and beast

Reminding queens and maidens

Of their matches greatness as creators.

Your journey has shaped hours, days

Months and years that have shaped lives

You are the light, never shy from the dark

Though your journey starts, a slender beam

You shined every step of the way

Until your journey was completed

Teach us your ways

So we can shine in the dark

Shine even when we are fragments

Shine even when everyone sleeps

And no one watches

Shine to the world

Shine to our friends and enemies

Shine when in summer

Shine in the deep of a winter

Teach us your ways

Never see me again

 If you never see me again

Know my wretched soul found a comforter

In the grim hand of the Ancient Reaper 

Overwhelmed by my beauty, you called me ugly 

I have found comfort, in a world where i look like nothing

 

I have no father, no mother to shield me 

I have no sister, no brother to protect me 

I have no friend to live for, they laughed at my aungish 

They marvelled at my agony

 

So if you never see me again, i am safe

 

#JusticeForLufuno - for Lufuno Mavhunga a victim of school peers bullying, societal neglect and isolation. Peace be upon Her

Matilda II

 She came, a bride from the cities far off
From places known only in name
But her journey was a bouquet of roses
Freshly cut out of time
Or so I thought 

Imagining a red catapiller like bus
Sprawling up and down villages
Pregnant with a budding rose
That would find roots
In the depth of my heart

 
A crawling bus came
Found me brimming with a smile
Almost an overshadow all over the bus stop
Standing as the knight in shining armor
It’s the last bus that came, the bus of promise 

First it was municipal workers in a rush
For hush with their littles ones at home
Swimming out of the bus like bees
Then came the rowdy school kids
Their shoe laces untied in these slippery streets

And last case the pensioners, old grumpy pensioners
Gasping their way out of the bus, out of life
As it roared lamenting its departure
They didn’t smile, they didn’t wrinkle

The bus stop palely stared at the roaring bus
Seemingly more solitary than my lone shadow
That was left with eyes sore in despair
For the rose that never blossomed

But remained seated gracefully in the bus
Starring at me like you would stare a thing
I waited for the morning She rushed for the dusk
And I walked back to my village
Empty handed