A letter to my daughter

I write this letter in pain and suffering;
The world is a doomed place to live in;
It is always dark in the middle of the sunlight;
I only do this to help you not fall in the same pit I fell;

At first it will smile to you and you will smile back;
It will give a sweet wine and dine well;
The world will bathe your feet and touch your toes;
Like a dove it will be gentle;

I opened my eyes very late;
It is quick and clever of a snake;
Its anger is of a lion that tears apart a lamb for a meal;
I urge you to take heed of thy self;
For I know it is coming;

I would love to know that you have tasted the crisp of marriage;
I would love to know that you tasted the pain of labor;
I would love to know that you can stand on your feet;
Life is dark deep whole;
You go with it, it will swallow you;
Take heed of thy self;

It is only the best I want see for you;
I wished they told me about it;
I would have listened to my head;
I would have not been like this;
Please guard yourself against the hyenas of the wild;
They will come as ships;
Their intentions are nothing but to devour;
Take heed of thy self;
From your mother.

how do you do it?

How do you do it?
Tell me for I need to know?
How do you go around in the field like a hungry dog?
How do you drink out of bucket while there is a jack?

I thought for you a future is bright;
I thought you could see wrong from right;
How can you really give your body to the dogs of the field?
For guilt nowadays is nothing for you;

You hide from every one during the day;
For you know you are a mother, sister to somebody;
Is it hunger or poverty?
Is it money that you do that?
I’m ashamed to be in relation with you;

Your popularity hit me on the chest;
I sometimes in denial that you know me;
You are like dirt that any woman does not want to see;
For you break many families and friends;
Why don’t you respect you body and yourself;

For I know that your sins will haunt you;
For one day you will say only if I listened;
Then it would be too late;
How do you sleep with the whole nation for money?
You call yourself a role model;
You create a rotten South Africa;
You a prostitute… how do you do it?

Roar Africa roar

Roar Africa roar
Roar the land of the kings’ roar;
When you smile I get strength;
When you sneeze I fill my stomach;
Roar Africa roar;

My soul is exalting my leaders;
Those that ruled before I was knitted together;
I worship my Africanism and my origin
Many are time you were a captive;
Yes a captive in your own home;
How cruel is the heart of an imperialist;

May you rise up and proclaim to the world;
Show you figures and curves to them that oppressed you;
To them you can say gone are the days…
Yes the days of racism and anarchy of my black color;
For who said intelligence is embedded in the color of the skin;
Roar Africa roar

I will continue to be myself and keep my tradition;
I will remain the same one as I was born;
Misery and agony I determined to experience;
I refuse to walk in the white man’s shoes;
Roar Africa roar;

I will only wear that is for me and endure the right pain;
I shall clear the cloud confusion of over my generation;
I shall teach that each one shall teach one;
I shall speak that they spoke in the past;
That Africa belongs to them that are Africans;
Roar Africa roar

Show them that you were guided by men of wisdom;
The martyr of all times, the flexible yet stable;
Roar Africa roar.

the tears of African mother

The tears of African mother
I saw an African mother crying to death;
She was crying with a piercing voice;
In the land of Liberia, Congo and now Kenya
Her tears were as red as blood;
She screamed for help but no one came to help;
Only the sounds of rebels and machine guns piercing the body of her sons

The mother of the nation is shot by her sons …rebels
If it politics that is killing our people then it is not worthy it;
The innocent blood is all over the land;
The son to an African mother is killed for nothing;
Africa wake up why are eating your blood

The wars of power continue to destroy our land;
The wars of power continues to kill our mothers, brothers and sisters
Where should I live?
Why should I ran away from my home
I still hear the cry of African mother
Crying for peace and love

I said to her don’t cry mama
But she said to me my children are all gone
Some lost their hands and feet
Some don’t have hands
How cruel is power.

the mystries behind a sadness of love

Love is endurance of differences and understanding of different perspectives;
why are my instincts hasitate me?
i called her the undisputed queen of love;
the fresh meat around the dry bone;
a lady in the mist of damsels;

how impossible is to fly without wings;
how impossible is for a boat outside the sea;
many are times we left to the land of kings and queens of ourselves;
yes,yes we did caress one another;

if God persists the devil exists;
what is love without pain and mistakes;
the imperfections and my wrongs faded her love away;
i never faked what i felt;
for she brought sun rays to my world;

my contrasting willing spirit of courage;
engaged me in controversial argument with myself;
at first it was her hurting;
now i'm crushing in pains like an aborted baby;
i felt trapped like a moude to an angry cat;
i always wanted to impress even in moments of depressions;

i never gave up or retire on what i believe;
yes i believe that i'm not a heartbraker;
for there is no love if i can't forgive;
and understand the clove-to-hand brother of love..........trust;
it is hard to cope while the rope of anger;
comes between things we hoped for;

one old man once said after a feeling himself;

the love; the pain; the laughter will never cease;

the groom the bride will come together and be one;

for failure was never part of my life;

for aims and thoughts that goes beyond;

the impossible are of great achievement;

you the person fo my spirit;

you and i were connected like a perfect ring to a perfect finger;

you casted me away like a rotten yolk of an egg;

i once heard a certain bird singing a song of love;

that i should have laid unshakable foundation;

i never believed that you my fountain of love miscouraged our love;

i have impregnated you with happiness and joy now you remember not;

my angry troubled spirit is heavy,

i felt to climb mounteverest and rest my life;

i never stole from our baby;

i never conspired against us;

why did you leave me astry and slain my life.

my feelings

it was only for him and her;
a bond of affection and respect;
wrapped in a foil of trust;
presented by the hand of love;

feelings and emotions were poured on to me;
i was praised with my failures;
for love i said i'm ready;
for pain i said i'm prepared;
at all i'll remain the shoulder you always you wanted;

i feel life is short without you by my side;
you came to me to see through your skin;
you never hidden a string from me;
you were always clear as cristals;
for you i layed my life for many to slain;

i can not afford to be inebriated of momentary pleasure;
you the bone of my bone;
the flesh of my flesh;
the soul of my soul