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The Nameless - for South Africans of all colours who fought for freedom


The Nameless


Slipping through the sieve of history,

the nameless rest.

Not for the nameless are roads renamed, nor monuments built.

Not for the nameless are songs sung, nor ink spilled.

The nameless rest.

Their silent sacrifice,

quiet ordeal,

muted trauma,

remain interred,

amongst their remains.

The nameless rest.

Not for the nameless are doctorates conferred, nor eulogies recited.

Not for the nameless are honours bestowed, nor homages directed.

The nameless rest.

They rest within us,

they walk with us,

in every step that we tread.

They rest within us,

they walk with us,

for their spirit is not dead.


“Your name is unknown, your deed is immortal”
- inscription at The Tomb of the Unknown Soldier WWII in Moscow


Special thanks to my dearest elder sister Tasneem Nobandla Moolla, whose conversations with me about life as a non-white person growing up in pre and post-Apartheid South Africa prompted me to write this dedication to the countless, nameless South Africans of every colour, whose sacrifices and dedication in the struggle against Apartheid tyranny must never be forgotten.


My sister’s middle name ‘Nobandla’ which is an isiXhosa name and means “she who is of the people” was given by her godfather, Nelson Mandela, my father’s ‘best-man who could not be, as Nelson Mandela was unable to-make it to my parent’s wedding as he was in jail at the time in the old Johannesburg Fort. This was the 31st December 1961.

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013

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Blame

This poem is donated to a friend who died saving my own life.
10/02/10

Who shot Chelsey?

It was the 10th of the 2nd, 2010,
Nobody knew who he was or who shot his men.

We were 10, we always were the same,
We always joked and laughed and said it was lame.

We were Carrananum...

When we trained we were the same,
But we had a different name.

People knew things weren't right,
We would train through the night.

We were young and you we're stolen from me,
I always cried waiting for someone to answer my plea.

They took me, they did for 3 years,
I could still feel you dying and hear the shot ringing in my ears.

I feel and see you age and I will never forget you, even till the day I met you, I will always love you, Chelsey, even till the day I die. No one will replace you, you will always be by my side. You shouldn’t have taken the bullet. It was mine, my way out. Your death will never go in vain. Sister in arms and sister in my heart.

I was dying,
I was sick of crying.

We knew it both that 1 day I would go,
When you died, that week I tried to not let it snow.

Copyright © Valkryie Cain | Year Posted 2016