why do we live

is this the life i should live?
is this the live given to me by the almighty
is this life, that i feel when i pinch myself
when i open my eyes and see the light

i see differrent colours and sounds
the sky is decieving and clouds are of their colour
i tend to ask myself the question
why do we live?

do we live to please the almighty?
do we live to please my self?
if thats it who am i?
why am i here?
for what good reason

do we live to taste the harshness and pleasure of nature
do we live to see tha face of death
do we live to feel comforted by the spirit of the gods
why do we breathe?

why do we live,
he who says can answer me let him tell me.......

this is my life

i will live the life of smile and laughter;
i came to my senses and i smiled back;
the pains and sorrows of the past are no more;
i live the life of spiritual funtasy;
beyond all possible pains i remained;
like a giant tree i was never shaken;

i live my life like yesterday never existed;
i fly high above the clouds and sky;
my wings insist me to go further;
beyond what, i dont know...this is adventour;

my lips always sing a song of hope;
believing that great is yet to come;
the begining and the incipient of peaceful mind;
the overwhelming and calmness upon a human mind;
i joy and courage wrapped in a bottle of a kind;
wow this is my life,i will live it;

how i want people to laugh as i laugh;
be silly for a moment;
giggle to fade away the sadness inside;
how i wish to live beyond this life;
this is my life.

The Mathanya of my life

I AM A THIEF

yes i am a thief;
in front of the judge i had said;
yes i steal with my head high;
yes i am a thief;

for many politicians came and promised us life;
many had life we never had and they left;
i steal not for fun but for a need;
i refuse to be a begger;
i steal to fill my gut;

i stole from myself and i never felt good;
yes crucify me is fine;
dying bring my suffering to an end;
dying bring peace to my mind;
for evil i always think;

i will steal and steal for i am nobody;
i'm rejected by many;
my existance is of no value to many;
when i pass they whisper;
when i greet they keep quite;

i steal for justice to be done;
doing a little wrong for a big write;
yes i'm aware of my deeds and actions;
i'm aware of the pain i cause;
yet my stomach cause me to do what i'm doing;
i steal and steal.

The other side of Africa

no one ever showed us that side;
the side an American child do not know about Africa;
it is hidden by those who undermine it;
a side everybody hate;

all we know about the mother continent;
she gave birth to all human mankind;
she is known of poverty;
she is known of pain and murder;
why is africa to many a dull and infected land;

a land so rich that the outsider love;
yes they love it for their self enrichment;
a land of gold and diamond;

my africa has another side;
a side that is difficult to see on tv;
a side that many can not believe;
Africa is a strong mother;
persicuted by her childern and rivals;

A Journey with an old Man

the sun was at the centre of my head;
beside the fig tree there was an old man;
thirsty i am he screamed to mel;
i went near he said "give me anything to drink;
and i will tell you secrets of life"

my mind ran wild my spirit was tickled;
i gave her a cup of water to drink;
he said "the shall be the water in your house for the rest of your life"
the water will bevel you and your family
many will fight you for what is yours

never mock those who better than you;
for you will need them sometime;
the shade of death is squashed by the light;
the light from your ancestery;
never leave a stranger in your house;

these are the mystries the old man told me.

Love is Pain

i hate to hide from it;
i hate to believe it bacause is true;
i hate to face it because is reality;
that love is painful;
that love has tortured me;

i absorbed and diffused my being to someone;
someone special than all the memories;
i embraced her smile and sorrow;
her strength i cherished;
while the weakness we overriden to be better;

wow, the pain was nothing but a pain;
it wounded my love perception;
my courage was timid around her;
my tongue would stutter;
i could not talk or even to mumble;

love why are you so cruel;
why do you rattle my heart;
why do you feed me to lions of minds;
why do you throw me in the dirt;

upon you i used to laugh from my stomach;
upon you i used to cry when i'm happy;
upon you i used to dance and dance nakedly;
why do you abonden me when i rely on you;
when i gathered my strength you hide yourself;

i so wish i never knew you;
you are pain and pain to my being.