Conversations: Don’t look back

Don’t look back 

To Brushwood

Forget the hey days 

Dare you turn around 

To see if the past lurks

Behind the edge of this sunset 

Don’t look back at Barcelona

It was never your home 

Even Buccleuch couldn’t contain you

Stamford was the real deal 

But nothing is certain 

Everything is history 

Don’t look back 

For sweet memories 

Jackal Creek is not the end 

Just dont look back 

Even when you heart is hardened 

And you cannot explain 

the rush in your heart 

Don’t look back 

And fall dearly in love with yesterday 

It brought us here 

 Conversations is a series of poems adapted from conversations with Tshedza

Conversations: What about D?

Son, there is a world 

Out there

Lets go away

Where no one can separate us

What about D?

 Conversations is a series of poems adapted from conversations with Tshedza

Conversations: I came to fetch my ball

Daddy, I came  to fetch my ball

I forgot my ball yesterday

This is your home

You dont need a reason 

Conversations is a series of poems adapted from conversations with Tshedza

Conversations: Why don't you go home?

Is your sister in Venda?

I don't know?

Why don't you go Home?

Conversations is a series of poems adapted from conversations with Tshedza

Conversations: Wear my clothes

Daddy, can I wear your clothes?

You can wear anything
My clothes are yours
My journey is your journey
My story is our story 

Wear my clothes 
These sagging shorts are mine, wear them
These baggy tees are mine, wear them
Wear my clothes

Conversations is a series of poems adapted from conversations with Tshedza

Conversations: Where is mommy?

Dad, it is late
where is mommy?

Dady it is too late now
When is mommy coming back?

She went to Fourways
To prepare her Truth

Conversations is a series of poems adapted from conversations with Tshedza

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.