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Do I Dare

Do I dare?
As years passed, I continued to wonder
Haunted by a silent question
Buried at the back of my head, is a lifetime quest for answers
Lurking in my subconscious, Is a lifetime of shadows
Masked in deep shaded silhouettes 
Caught up in a maze of illusions
A space were pieces of my life laid buried
Loaded with decades of uncertainty
What do I dare to call him?
The one I know only from memories
Like a ghost, he roams behind closed doors
Exists in a parallel universe
Masquerading in my dreams
Disappears and appears at random times
I had worshiped him, and his unwillingness to conform
Fascinated by his magic tricks
Abra cadabra, he vanished just as quickly
Snatched away by the world of the unknown
Never really knew him, acquainted only with his visage
He lives in my fantasy land
What should I call this man?
He remains a mystery
He with no care in the world
The first to initiate me into the grownup world of heartbreak
To teach me of unbearable sorrow and disappointment
It is he that brought me great despair
Partook in my bearing, but showed me no mercy
He wounded me, preparing my heart for a long battle ahead
Stealing my precious childhood
As I spend my life’s journey walking on splinters of broken glasses
Like a wounded soldier, I bore old scars
With bible verses, scripted on my soul
I now thread carefully through life, running away from all that reminds me of him
Struggling to leave his shadows behind
As I now embody his vile illness
With a heart that has turned to decay
Do I dare call him father?
He took advantage of my innocence, toyed with my vulnerable nature
He is the cause of my masked loneliness
Like a wet sponge, I had absorbed his ways
Floundering through life like a mythical creature
Blundered by his lies and broken promises
And all I was seeking was his validation
But in his absence he deemed me unworthy
For so long I kneeled as he ordered
Like a gospel, I followed his every command
Yet, he constantly broke the vows he swore to keep
Do I dare call him father?
The man whose heart had grown as cold as stone
He that watched me wither away to his very eyes
As I made my slow fall from grace

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The Unpresidential Man of the Hour

A man unpresidentially known for the showerhead
Msholozi, the man in charge of singlehandedly running a nation into crisis
With him at the helm the public anxiously watches as the state of things degenerate
The rand has slumbered, corruption trivialised and unemployment popularised
Numeric’s play trickery on his unknowing tongue
And in his mind’s eye rules of grammar are easily ignored
Unpopular for his uninspiring speeches and refusal to obey protocol
A man who unapologetically lives above the constitution without fail
Without resolve he spends his term in office under the guise of ignorance
A generous man whose time is easily spend trying to resolve crises in countries outside our shores
He gets to lead a life of privilege without burning a sweat
He carries on blindly without taking any responsibility while the rest suffer the consequence
The unjust Msholozi hypocritically lives above the law but expects others to obey
The threat of prison bars didn’t hold him down because his connections served him right
A smart man with a dedicated entourage of followers to defend his malice
From the safety of his chambers he observes like Big Brother leading a nation to its downfall
As things spiral down he generously extents the rope to which the economy hangs itself
Cynically he laughs off his critics while the believers fan off the opposition
He doesn’t get his hands dirty since willing volunteers fight his battles
The booing and anger from a nation divided never unsettles this comrade
Without shame he takes merit from the achievements of others
He doesn’t worry about his endless failures since his inactions are blamed on the past
After all, he’s a diligent leader living in a utopian valley where all his citizens are satisfied
He sees no wrong, hears no concerns and does nothing to improve the nature of things
An unscrupulous man who dishonourably musk’s his failures by claiming what others have earned
At the sound of his voice the martyrs who selflessly fought for this freedom turn from their graves
Hi puppets continue to defend him like a messiah filling his silences with bombastic defences
He’s set in his questionable ways and is undeterred by motions of no confidence
Like the mafia his enemies are harshly eliminated from the face of politics but friends handsomely rewarded

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Public Confession

Writing is my meditation
Not a gift from the gods
It serves to keep me sane
It remains loyal at all times
It has become a common thread in my short existance
Ever present in my unruly life
Its there to speak in my absence
An open platform for my insane views
I can bare the depth of my soul under its protective shades
Its door step  is homage to the constructively insane
While remaining anonymous to the world
Its knows neither judgement nor bounds
It is indeed my medicine ball
Years have passed in a rash,people have come and gone
I have grown in and out of life
I have been frowned on and embraced
I have achieved goals and failed tests
Experienced rainbows and butterflies
Got caught in rainstorms and sand dunes
Been overwhelmed,but it remained constant
This is my public confession
Devoting my undying love to it
As i have learned,love doesnt grow in the shadows
Throughout bad rhythms and swell times
Heartbreak and recovery
It remained dependable
More loyal to me than i have been to it
It asks no questions and receives no lies
It is the keeper of my indiscretions
It knows no betrayal from denial
It is my redemption
I have bore the corners of my soul
Unshed decades of darkness, as i burned the midnight oil
In all shades of grey
Inked in pallel verses
Yet,you remained my biggest follower
You have listened to my whines
As i moaned and groaned about my imperfections
Relieving me off the weight of the world
You ask nothing,yet,lend an attentive ear
Greater a mate i have found in you
As i bow to confess my sins,you borrow me strokes of courage
Your loyalty remains a humbling gift
You have carried my guilt
Bestowed on me fresh pages
Reminded me of my true purpose
As i continue to be a lone spirit,in a search of a true calling
In you i have found a better reflection of myself
I am no shakespear,just an ordinary being with something extraordinary to share
 By:Masemola Rebone

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Conflict

I had pondered over complaining about my life yet again
Filling up this pages with idle talk
Sharing past and present experiences
Politicizing my perception of reality
Writing about friends i had failed...
Relationships i had lost
And opportunities i had taken for granted
Then i remembered
Somewhere out there in the world
Not far from our borders,in the lands of syria and south sudan
Innocent people are surviving under appalling conditions
In spaces that undermine their humanity
Deprived off a normal existance
With no roof over their heads
No place to call home
The lucky sleeping in abundant buildings
As they have fled their villages over night
Attempting to outrun guerilla wars

They are innocent civillians, caught in the firing line
Seeing starved brown babies
Going for days with no food nor water
With their bulged mulnutritioned tummies
Seeing the unlucky...forced into manhood
As they get made into child soldiers
Dying on the way to seeking freedom
Their childhood stolen from underneath

We have heard...as far away bystanders
Of their 'sneaking' under our fenced and guarded borders
Seeking for refuge
In the unknown lands,to find a better tomorrow
What will become of them?
The thought of their plight tortures the soul of the viewer
As we watch their lives play out on our tv screens
The shock on our faces is temporary
As we share their lives in documentaries
Their whole lives scripted into 120hours 
Their history formulated into screen shots
Our greatest nightmares is their everyday reality
As we ponder over our political future
We fear that we can turn into the next zimbabwe
Yet,they have nothing left to fear
As they have experienced rape,beating and gun shots
We cry for them from our posh homes
Yet,we do nothing to improve their conditions
Imagined as victims of circumstances
In an empathetic world
Coming to realise...that my reality is propably what they inspire to

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Untitled

Is he a mythical biblical character?
Familiarised in religious practices across the world
His name has reached immense popularity amongst believers and pegans beyond
The ghost of his past rattles the minds of philosophers alike
Seeking to find scientific methods to his acclaimed miracles
Tales of his crucifixion associated with his bravery and sacrifice
Rumours of his godly powers,by those who claim to have bore witness
Recollections on moments of brief but meaningful encounters scripted over centuries,
In all languages of our time
Descriptions of experiencing greatness in his presence
With the wisdom of a many men before him
At a close but subjective proximity
May be a neurotic response to a deem view,stitched together over historical moments
May be a fictional creature created by our need to belief in something bigger
The imaginings of a man that was afforded no mercy by followers who claimed allegiance to his faith
He that was said to have carried the burden for the sins of humanity
Walked over splinters of thorns to shield our continued existance
Weapons formed against him and his ideals may have indeed prospered
Enduring a pain no men should
As his blood bath soiled the land were he stood nailed