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Lebohang Mokitimi Poem
High school sweet heart
Oh my darling,
I remember like it was yesterday,
Our first year in high school,
It was love at first sight, and that was so cool.
We shared a desk together,
Do you still remember my darling?
I did not know the bible like you did
But learning about it from you was a good deed.
I remember you volunteering to read the bible for me,
You opened Song of Songs and it read
“Your lips cover me with kisses,
Your love is better than wine”
Even though you did not say the “L” word,
I knew you were mine.
I don’t know how, but you made my dark days bright
You had a way of making everything seem alright.
Though sometimes we used to fight,
No one realised it, because they said our couple was tight.
At that time we were not even a couple,
But we used to do things in double.
What I had you had to have,
It was either double or nothing,
And for us my love, we always had double of everything.
Even though we dated at a late stage,
We were still young in age,
And there was nothing sweeter than our teenage love.
Trouble came when we went to varsity,
We forgot who we were,
We got lost in the new lifestyle
We got our freedom, misused it and lost each other.
Two years later my love, you went to Zimbabwe,
I thought I had lost you forever my love,
But though we had long broke up,
Though we were miles apart
We would talk for a short while on the phone at night,
After our small chat, i would sleep with a huge smile on my face
Your name translates to “Hope” in English,
I always had hope that someday I would have you again,
I tried getting you back, but to no avail.
It’s been five years now without you, yet still,
My love for you never dies
I have been in many relationships, but they were all lies.
My one true love is my high school sweet heart,
And that is how it will always be.
My love, I have walked away from us,
I am in other country now,
Somehow I will always look back,
I will always wonder what could have happened if we had tried again.
Oh high school sweet heart,
How do I get rid of this feeling in my heart?
I miss you so bad high school sweet heart.
Your lips did really cover me with kisses,
And that is what I miss the most,
But who knows, maybe I will find someone like you sweet heart.
Copyright © Lebohang Mokitimi | Year Posted 2016
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Lebohang Mokitimi Poem
Orphan you poor thing
Orphan you poor thing,
So you are all alone now, no mom, no dad, just you
I know dear, I know that in this point in time life seems meaningless
I know you feel rejected, unwanted,
Could it be because of the people around you?
Orphan you poor thing,
There you are sitting in a dark room all by yourself,
Swimming in a pool of salty water from your eyes
Wishing mommy and daddy were there with you.
You sit there alone, you fear the dark, and you fear the night,
Each night brings you a new terrible reality of nightmares.
Out to hurt you? Out to rip you off you who know? They just might.
Child, you know by now that all that glitters is not gold,
People you thought loved you, will live you out in the cold,
The love they had for you when your parents were still alive,
That love has suddenly grown old,
And like all the old things, the love will vanish into thin air without a trace.
And in no time, they will even forget about you child,
Worry not my dear, weeping only last through the night,
Happiness will come in the morning
Soon you will forget that you too were mourning.
Poor Orphan
When the sun rises, go out there,
See what can do, deal with your fears,
Wipe away those tears,
And see what lies ahead
Use your head
Think, use your brain, use your intelligence,
That my dear is something they will never take away from you.
Poor orphan
You will work hard and build you old legacy
Stop feeling sorry for yourself, hard work surely pays.
When they see fruits of your hard work, they will be in pain,
They will remember all the bad things they said to you, all your hard work wont b in vain
Beyond their expectation, you will be successfully rich,
Then they will call you names, among others, they will say you are a witch.
But worry not child more insults will come, so will more accusations.
They will call you a thief and say you steal,
But worry not child for you will heal.
You will heal from the low self-esteem, low confidence.
Soon you will forgive them because a great future lies ahead
Don’t stop working hard in every possible way
And you will see poor orphan things will go your way.
Remember Poor Orphan, you are not going through this alone
There are millions others going through the same worldwide,
Self-pity won’t help.
Get up and work hard.
Copyright © Lebohang Mokitimi | Year Posted 2016
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Lebohang Mokitimi Poem
Shadow my visitor.
It was just an hour before midnight,
When a shadow walked into my room,
I know it was a shadow because the door was locked.
I heard the sound of footsteps, walking towards my bed,
I had never been so scared.
I kept still and did not want to move,
I heard the sound of paper being shredded.
I was too scared to check what was going on,
I tried as much as possible to limit any form of movement.
After some time, the sound stopped,
It felt like the shadow had vanished,
Well at least that’s what I thought.
Two hours later, I heard a sound of a falling glass,
The shadow was still there, and still,
I was too scared to try and figure out what was happening.
I waited till the morning when there was light,
Then I woke up to find out what had happened at night.
On the floor were three broken pieces of my mirror,
How could this be possible?
My mirror was heavily glued to the wall,
I thought it was impossible for it to just fall.
Next to the pieces of the mirror were pieces of paper
I picked them up; I couldn’t believe what I saw.
It was a paper where I had written to mirrors and reflections,
And it read;
“Mirrors and reflections,
Show her a true identity of herself.
It is perfection she wants to see.
A show stopper she wants to be.
Turning heads everywhere she goes
Reflections around her,
Is she the fairest of them all?
Reflections can’t you tell her everything?
Mirror mirror does not seem to know it all
Pardon me mirror, but you don’t know who the fairest of them all is.
Fairness comes from the heart,
You did not show her a reflection of that.”
I guess shadow looked in the mirror,
I guess shadow saw her true self,
I bet she did not like it a bit.
Now I see I was wrong,
Mirror mirrior knows it all.
The reflection of her true self is seen in the dark
Where she has no one to please.
Copyright © Lebohang Mokitimi | Year Posted 2016
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Lebohang Mokitimi Poem
Sound of silence
Everything seems fine,
In this small world of mine.
Nonetheless things are seldom what they seem.
Many don’t know how my life has been,
My troubles are never seen,
My voice is hidden deep within.
How can my silence be so loud yet no one can hear?
My unheard cry for help makes me fear.
I fear what will happen next,
In this era of technology people simply text,
How can I text my cry for help?
Where will I find time to crab a phone?
Where will I even fine one?
How can my silence be so loud?
Why can’t people hear me shout?
I shout behind the make-up cream,
Thus making people unaware of my scream.
My cry becomes louder with every hit,
But I do not know to get out of this pit.
Can’t anyone lend a helping hand?
Can’t anyone pull me to a safe land?
People think they know my life,
They think I am a beautiful and happy wife,
But they do not know what I am about,
I must find a way to come out.
There must be a way for me to be heard.
Listen to the sound of my silence
It is the loudest sound in my head,
If it continues this way, I might end up dead.
This sound in my head could lead to suicide,
This is because it is not heard in the outside
It is killing me slowly inside.
Help me world, this is my cry,
Listen to the sound of my silence.
(We all know the signs of abuse
Those signs are the sounds of
Silence, let us help them together let us
Incline our ears to their cry)
Copyright © Lebohang Mokitimi | Year Posted 2016
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