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Lindo Zikhali Poem
My name is Lindokuhle
Daddy called me Ryan
Vele isbongo ngingu Zikhali
UNgwane wasenyakatho
IThonga ayi eBurgville
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I live in a 21st Century, Yes I'm blessed
I lived in a aparthed till democracy arive, I'm blessed
I expireinced the feeling of the World Cup hosting
In the African soil for the first time, it also a blessing
I am a poet that poets the poems of poetry, yes I'm blessed
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Lindo Zikhali Poem
Is it really true our love is over now?
Can it be time for us to say goodbye?
Too soon, it's much too soon, my love, for me;
You smile with ease, but I can only sigh.
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We've shared our lives and given so much love;
I can't believe we're really going to part;
You're moving toward a new life without me;
I'm left with scars upon my broken heart
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Go on now, if you must; I'll get along;
How much it hurts, I don't want you to know.
I'll set you free without inducing guilt,
But as you leave, the silent tears will flow.
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I can't be mad; I love you way too much;
I'll hide my sadness now, so you can't tell.
Sweet happiness is what I wish for you;
Farewell my love, I hope that you fare well.
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Lindo Zikhali Poem
We were black and beautiful
But now we black and blank
They came all the way from the west
To our precious land AFRICA
Look now we are the worse
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We were black and rich
We had everything we needed
Skills, knowledge and wealth
They spent years in the sea
Coming to see us in our land
Yes! coming to steal from us ,
What was ours!
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We needed them not in our land
We needed them not in our lives
We had never invited them
We had everything we needed
They had nothing when they arrived
But now they have everything
It is us who have nothing
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Yes, everything they have is everything we us to have
By instilling fear to our minds and hearts
They made us to bow to them
They made us to believe their lies
With what they call civilization ,
They made us abandoned what was ours
They made us to forget what define us, our identity
“bangamasela” , that how I define them.
They stole from us
They are still stealing from us
Look, they take our gold everyday
And when they return it
They sell it to us in thousands
Selling to us what is ours
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When we were black and proud of it,
Everything was well
The moment we lost pride in being ourselves
That was the moment we lost everything
With the so called education, they stole our minds
They made us think we were inferior
They made us to hate what was ours
They made us to dislike ourselves
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Yes, we were black and proud
We were black and beautiful
We were black and rich
And everything was harmonious in AFRICA
Like Mugabe , let rise up ma-Africa amahle
Let fight for what belong to us !
Let us reclaim our pride
Like Thabo Mbeki, asisho singesabi …..we are Africans
Njengo tata uMadiba asiyilwe singaphethe zikhali
Now that we have freedom, let fight for liberation
For freedom is not liberation
And freedom is half of what we wanted .
Freedom has limits
But liberation will free us with no limits
We are blacks and we are in Africa
Our Africa
So we wants no limits
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Lindo Zikhali Poem
I was there for you
Because you brought happiness to me
Why shouldn't I return it to you
When you needed me the most
I was there for you
Being patient to you
Is all that you need from me
Since I know the words of love
Since I meet you for the first time
Since I chose to love you
I also chose to be there for you
When the sun shine so bright
When heavy rains fall
Thanderstomes with lightning
When people don't beleave in you any more
When they throw stones to you
Calling you names
When you stand for the truth
I will be there for you
No matter what life brings
During your highs and lows
Ups and downs
I will be there for you
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