Long Limpopo Poems

Yet Africa is
expected to fall in
line 
With speed and
alacrity 
Or be headed back to
Europe 
For much deserved
censure
And sanitization in
the heart
Of brutish Europe!
Have we not seen
them in action
At Treblinka and
Auschwitz, brother
With their atomic
bombs in Hiroshima
With their...

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HEAL THY SELF O WOUNDED AFRICA 
                (no to XENOPHOBIA).
      
Wake up a voice shouted...

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ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING

My husband had a restaurant
For thirty two years,
Much frustration, kitchen hell
And staff in tears.
The Oasis was a place to dine
Of note,
When exhausted, we drove down, 
To the coast and surfed the waves on our...

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I AM HIV/AIDS 

     
Saint Luke predicted me long time ago,
While the Book of Revelation warned you about me.
I am raging like a wild fire,
I am growling like a lion,
I have...

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“…Son, did you take time to know her…But I hope you’ll make it .You’ll be happy again…” By Lucky Dube

Again, I had only one wish when the intersection intercepted my pinkish tissue in my body....

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{August is Woman’s Month in South Africa. August 9th is Woman’s Day. August 8th is an opening of the Lion’s Portal to Cosmic Strength. This poem is for all the Lion Hearted women who have...

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THE PRINCESS AND THE BEAUTIFUL ROAD

1.	The Princess:

A generation ago in the month of October
A first fruit gifted the world a Princess
She was nurtured with the vital ingredients
She grew into a damsel with great prowess
She grazed...

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THE PRINCESS AND THE BEAUTIFUL ROAD

1.	The Princess:

A generation ago in the month of October
A first fruit gifted the world a Princess
She was nurtured with the vital ingredients
She grew into a damsel with great prowess
She grazed...

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In the old green country
The artist painted beauty
The river in a flow of orange
A blue-grey backdrop
The rolling Drakensburg mountain range

A mosaic of nine shades
With eleven distinct tones
Under the cool shade of a willow
He painted a...

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The shape and currents that defines my direction and our segregation
Serene meanders that sets my limitations and our alienation
The hippos and crocodiles that swim in your wild waters in ambivalence
To protect me from illusions of...

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A place to be; a home to live,
Full of cultures and traditions,
rivers of live.
In crossing the Mediterranean,
‘criss-crossing’ the continent, you see…


A mountain of rivers,
running the Niles to desert,
crossing the Niger to the ocean,
a Congo in...

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I am a story teller born from the central parts of Zebediela district
In Limpopo province.
From Matome mountains inspiration boil from within my soul
While the sounds of cows and goats in Makweng Village 
Continues to remind...

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I am the wounded, standing 
nude in thy midst
Showing to your eyes the 
stripes of thy iniquities
Tears dripping down my chin 
as drops of rain from the grey 
clouds
My face wrinkled with the pain 
of...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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