king monada,who can forget that track malwedi.
every ears heard your music.
and everybody happy for it.
and danced for it.
you are a true superstar.
Makhadzi who can forget that joy you brought to the everyone.
Your track haka matorokisi made it.
Your track muya wanga made it.
Your track sugar sugar now is doing it.
You are a queen of africa and a superstar as well.
Master kg how did you do this?
Your music arrived to the world.
Who can do the wedding without jerusalema?
Your track is smelling around the world.
You are a superstar.
South africa you are a rich now.
You are shining light.
You are really like the moon.
Everyone can see you now.
Makhadzi,master kg and king monada we are proud of you.
You made south africa to shine.
We all love you more than the word love.
Limpopo province you definetly made south africa shine.
poem by munyai ndidzulafhi patric
email. munyaindidzulafhipatric@gmail.com
cell number 022254263
Categories:
limpopo, destiny, life, rainbow,
Form: ABC
It is better to choose to stay with a rate.
It is better am still breathe.
It is better I choose to stay forest with wild animals.
It is better am still alive.
Drought come to me.
In my Zimbabwe.
My tear flow.
River of Limpopo start to flow.
The crocodile and fish start to laugh.
This dam of my tears makes frogs and hippos happy.
My blood bleeding.
That's why I shrink like a new born.
By patric ndidzulafhi munyai
Categories:
limpopo, heartbroken,
Form: ABC
We shall meet again, my friend
in Johannesburg, my friend
After the revolution
Ha! Ha! Ha!
We shall dine on gold plates
And wine on rich red blood
We shall roam the open veldt
from Pietersburg to Natal
Cape Town to Port Elizabeth
Our spears raised in triumph
Our poisoned arrows in their sheaths
Our teeth sharpened for the dinner party
Yes, we shall roam, my friend
From the Limpopo to the Drakensburg
We shall chant
We shall shout
We shall sing and jump and dance
After the revolution
Like the savannah in flames
Our laughter shall be heard
across the length and breadth
of this earth, my friend
Our darkness shall permeate
the golden castles and silver beaches
their presence has putrefied
They all shall be cleansed
Heja! my friend
Till we meet again
in Johannesburg
After the revolution
Categories:
limpopo, africa,
Form: Free verse
Listen to the jazz instrumentals of Masekela,
as you take red wine outside a thatched
shelter in a beach in the Western Cape.
Enjoy a hearty meal of bobotie (meatloaf),
chakalaka (a spicy vegetable relish),
tomato bredie (a lamb and tomato stew),
potbrood (pot bread),
melktert ( dessert)......
and other forms of cuisine;
have a siesta in the canvas tents,
then you visit the misty mountains
of the Magoebaskloof.
To feel at one with nature,
visit Limpopo, and get lost in the awesomeness
of sighting elephants, lions, rhinos.....
You'll see baobab trees stretching their branches
to the red, setting sun;
get dazzled by the Limpopo river's majestic
flow to the Indian Ocean.
Introduce yourself to all kinds of dialects and people;
Africans, Dutch, Indians, and Malaysians.
Watch their traditional dances,
and listen to their folklore - it will remind you
we are from the same Womb; Earth.
See Nelson Mandela in people's smiles and way
of doing things in the cities, streets, and towns.
Listen to South Africa's unifying anthem,
as you take a ship back home......
Categories:
limpopo, africa, culture, dedication, journey,
Form: Free verse
Giyani, my homeland, my forefathers land
Located deep in South Africa in the Limpopo province
Where all things are bright and beautiful
Far from fraud of fertility
It's an infamous land
The moonlight outshines the streetlight
Giyani is indeed a beauty
It's like the Garden of Eden
Full of fruit trees
It's sweetest mangoes, oranges and Tomatoes seeds from ZZ2
I know the roots of it's trees are valuable
Oh, my grey aged great grandfathers childhood
Mother Nature chose this place
The birds on the thatched roots, are the tourist attraction
The Ritavi River running by
Everyday the sun shine and set
And brightens up the sky
Indeed Mother Nature chose you, Giyani
You're the promising land
Flowers looks beautiful
The land where all of us are the best we can possibly be
They say you're poor
But I can't see it
Do you have to cry out somebody to believe?
Believe me everybody cries sometimes
even me!
Categories:
limpopo, africa,
Form: I do not know?
my everyday motto
Every morning till Midnight
I Sing a song
A song made of words
words that are joined together
together to form success
My punch lines will forever say
"No matter what i will never quit I rather rest"
Though I'm resting in a shadow made of Forever blues
I wanna be classified as The first Young black poet
from Limpopo
who ever served success
I wanna be identified as Xeezy
and not xeezy as just a name
But a story behind success
I'm Creating a beautiful story of my life
for the next generation to follow my footsteps.
For I am the Road
and God shall be the Light
Everyday and every night
Categories:
limpopo, black african american,
Form: Rhyme
I love Africa, my beautiful Africa
I can roam in the bushes
I can run up the mountains
Down the valleys
Across the plains
Or get lost in the forests
Or the caves
I can soak the sun
On the sand at the beach
Or bake in the desert sun
Until I should find an oasis
I can stand on the top of Mt. Kilimanjaro
And if that is too tall
I can try the difficult Mt. Kenya
And touch the floating cloud
I can swim in the ocean or in the lake
Or in the dam or pond or paddle
I can also swim in the Nile or the Congo
Or the Niger or the Zambezi or the Limpopo
Or a thousand other rivers
I can catch kamongo in Lake Victoria
Or the bream on Lake Tanganyika or Malawi
Or bait the tiger fish in Kariba or Cahora Bassa
I can mine diamonds in Congo or Chiadzwa
Dig for gold in Ghana or Tanzania
Or just pick gems and cowry shells wherever I roam
From Cape to Cairo and from Timbuktu to Mombasa
Or just in my dreams.
Categories:
limpopo, africa,
Form: Free verse
I met a pretty queen
whose eyes sparkled like
the diamonds of Sierra Leone
whose lips as red and hot
as chili pepper
whose cheeks charmingly dark
as the night skies
whose hair as smooth as
the silks of the merchants of Persia
and her palms as soft and versatile
as the clays of the garden of eden
she bears breast, ripen breast
meant for only kings
her shape like the
curves of the mighty Limpopo
her legs like the cedars of Lebanon
the sound of her footsteps like
the rhythms of the xylophone
But though i am a professional artist
no amount of paint and textures can portray
a full portrait of the queen of my dreams.
Categories:
limpopo, romantic,
Form: Romanticism