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NOMPUMELELO (SUCCESS)
She is the KEY!
The key to Good, Gold and ongoing life
Through her progression is guaranteed!
She is the product of positive mindset and creative thinking!
Education is just her mother and she rose her up along with respect and discipline
She is that one last pies of your parcel!
She is one in a million and your one million efforts make your one way to her attention
And ones with her on your right hand side you are a complete composed man
She is the queen to the planet of goodness!
The light in the darkness
Love in loneliness, ooh she is the finest!
She only deals with Kings!
And those who enjoy that annoying noise of an alarm shouting her name (success) in every sunrise
As a wakeup call of cause!
She is diamond shiny!
Her standards are highly set
The hotness she impose is like right next to the sun
A clear picture of her is seen ones the sun set!
She’s got curves, she’s skinny
But yet very heavy in weight
She dressed in Black and White with a fine print on it!
And her power is far beyond UMALUSI
For her your ******** is in need!
To imagine her putting you in, on the right position and
Slightly push up and down in and out repeatedly till ejaculation in success
Her reflection reaches far beyond any ones imaginations!
But yet she lives closer to your heart
She that soft inner voice whispering (work hard and even harder you lazy busted)
She’s not the kind of girl you see every day, she’s very hard to impress!
For her you need the combination of time, dedication, and hard work
Ooh and not forgetting the vision, mission and the passion
You need to sit down with a pan and paper, listen attentively and take notes to the lecture or lesson given by those who walked through the path before you!
Apply the best of your abilities and don’t fear for failure because she’s worth falling for!
Last but not least!
Success is the access to happiness
There is a list of ladies to choose and chase
I have seen this one call NOMPUMELELO
But I won’t chase after her
I will take my time dedication and affords to ask for her attention.
And if you got my point please do the same
#YondieG
Form:
In the world of tech, where cyber threats run rife,
To be an expert in cybersecurity is life.
The journey to expertise is one worth telling,
So come along with me, let me start from the beginning.
First, let me say, it wasn't always clear,
That cybersecurity was my path, it's odd I know, my dear.
But one fateful day, an attack we did face,
Our company's data was gone without a trace.
It was a wakeup call, and I heeded the alarm,
I knew we needed to be safe from cyber harm.
I read every book and took every course,
I was determined to stop any future data loss.
My core values were established, to protect and to serve,
To defend from malicious attacks with assertive nerve.
Integrity, honesty, and loyalty were my guide,
To master this skill and keep data safe on our side.
I had to keep updated, every new threat in sight,
Just like data and systems, against time and events we fight.
Then, it was time to put my skills to the test,
I started in small environments where I'd invest.
I'd see how the hackers gained entry, for any weakness they'd seek,
So I would devise ways on how to make our system's security thicker.
I worked hard and was promoted to lead the charge,
And my mentor would always tell me, "stay on guard".
My journey continued, expanding my knowledge every day,
There was so much to learn and so much more to say.
I took on leadership roles, always teaching and guiding,
Passing on the expertise, the knowledge with a binding.
As I look back now, I realize how far I had come,
From a novice to an expert, the journey yields the outcome.
The core values of cybersecurity have molded my way,
From the tech that we use and the people we say.
Integrity, honesty, loyalty are values I hold dear,
To protect and to serve, without any fear.
To be the best, the expert, and keep our data secure,
And always be proactive, never complaisant or obscure.
Deep within, cybersecurity is a passion of mine,
A world that's forever changing, in defense we combine.
It's the core values that got me to my expertise and to believe,
Those values will forever remain, they'll never cease.
...and that’s when she told me our marriage was over.
Belated she said, like the anniversary and birthday cards I forget to send.
Chaos, only chaos, will come from this I replied, begged,
desperate for her to rethink, give me a second chance, and
explain how I would change and make it up to our family.
Forgiveness is never something I’ve been good at though,
guessing she’d herself see the irony of my request.
Hands trembling, palms sweating, I reached out for her,
icy fear running through my veins despite the palpable heat on my skin.
Just then I heard the twist of the living room door handle and,
knowing that they would be expecting hugs upon my return from work, I
left this moment of sorrow, this surreal wakeup call, and focussed on
memories of us, dotted throughout my mind from the years before.
Now I tried to tie them together, connect the dots,
open again what I had ignorantly closed, losing sight of what mattered:
people and places, husband and wife, children and homes, not
queries from work and emails at night, functions and dinner suits.
Reality continued to seep into these images I now conjured:
sights of his birth marred by evenings at the office;
tinsel and baubles around Christmas trees papered with bills and reports;
university steps where I first saw her replaced with artificial screens flashing.
Vows echoed in my mind now; nuptial promises ricohetting questions, asking
what had I been doing these past few years? Where had I gone?
X-rays of our marriage revealed splintered bones. A spine fractured.
You can’t tell them anything yet, I pleaded, let’s just talk this through.
Zenith like, my future hung above me, wavering and fragile.
A poetry virgin... that was me
going through a purple patch,
a dismal dark period in life
Desperately needing an outlet
to focus on instead of the now...
this trying time I had to endure
I joined Poetry Soup to have fun
My ultimate aim was just
to bring a smile to others.
But 'HE' couldn’t stand the fact
that what I called my simple scribbles
were more popular than his sonnets...
He considered himself a poetry God
and me? He referred to me as
just a pathetic poet, penning poop
So, the belittling of my poems,
and the cruel comments about them began
He was SO desperate to be top dog,
even challenging me to a poetry duel.
The tide of his anger turned against me
as if they were waves trying to crush me.
He was obsessed with putting me down,
drowning me in his wake.
I was at an all-time low ebb in life
Finally, I couldn't take it anymore.
My notepad scribbles were smudged,
stained with the torrent of my tears
My pen bled ink blots like blood,
then dried up like a creek devoid of rain.
For seven dismally long days, I wrote nothing.
BUT powerful persuasion from poetry pals
forced me to face the reality I needed to see.
"Why should you allow that puffed up pompous prick
to stop you from writing what you feel?"
That was a wakeup call for me.
More than just a change in the wind.
Eleven years have passed; I am STILL here...
with two books published under my name.
There are still trolls who like to torment
and demean me, I will never, EVER...
give another troll the opportunity to do me in!
People say, it’s very difficult to reach out to their fathers,
But my father adds to the count of my cap’s feathers.
More than a father-daughter,
My relation with him has been more of honor.
He would stand for me against anyone who would try to bother.
With all his decisions for my life turning positive,
Sometimes I doubt: With GOD, is my father my life’s fellow author?
During our high school days,
his day would start at 4 in the mornings,
giving us the first wakeup call,
and thereafter some tactical warnings.
Preparing us morning tea,
Then drive us to tuition daily with a mission
Of giving us a future that was trouble free
Right from ironing the uniforms of his daughters number one, two and three
To growing them into girls who were allowed to argue and make their father
agree
To making sure that he gave us values that would be as strong as roots of a
banyan tree,
Working selflessly all knowing that he would have to let go
and set his money making kids very soon free
Bright future of his kids is what my father always believed in
and could foresee.
What my father did for us,
I can never forget,
I've got the best father on Mother Earth,
This is what I can bet.
The many legacies I got
Your words that were spoke
A wakeup call being no joke
Utterance with tolerance
Life will have many turnstiles
But always use understanding during while
A detour might seem like a step back
But true vision is what will keep you on track
What matters most?
You have legacies and that is something to boost
While others doubt
You have something that you can shout
You are a commodity scheduled for preserver
Don’t ever let negativity come near
Knowledge is about bringing out abilities
Education is knowing one’s self
Don’t do like everybody else
Leadership is chosen responders
Knowing how, but not as a follower
Take the when and move to fast forward in can
You are your own award
You have been given the destiny sword
Determination to try and having no fear with a question of why
Life may not be everything you thought
Your legacies have prepared you long into tomorrow
Think of it like this, you are a challenger, but already know how not to be defeated
When negativity says no, put your abilities into illustrate and show yes
You are your conquest and always continue to stride in being your best
You are the test and the only one that can confess
This is just the beginning
Wisdom is your everlasting inning
The more you strive, the more you will continue accomplish
The legacy from all established in me
You are our testimony for all to see.
I imagined you sitting there
On your wheelchair
Head to one side
Watching me water the garden
Reaching out to touch the bougainvillea
Smiling your crooked smile
The water gushed from the hose
And from my eyes
I miss you
Especially today,
Your birthday
Right on the eve of mine
And you aren’t here, Mama
You aren’t here.
I lost you too soon
Too soon, Mama
I’m not talking about the day
You passed away
I’ m talking about growing up
Knowing
Knowing that illness was eating away
Your life
Your hope
Your dreams
Your passion
Your joy
I grew up seeing the blood
The burns
The stiches
The lopsided smile
The hazy eyes
I grew up hearing....
The coughing
The slurred speech
I grew up knowing
Knowing...
That I’m losing you
I remember the afternoon
When you looked at me and said,
“You’re afraid, afraid I’m going to die, aren’t you?”
I heard the catch in your voice
And all the fears I’d held back
Came gushing out
And you held me as we both cried
Knowing
Knowing….our birthday celebrations together
Would be limited
Today is your birthday, Mama
May 17….tomorrow it’s my birthday
May 18…and through it all
I remember you
And I miss you
And I want you to know
All the things that are happening in my life
But you’re asleep…waiting for the wakeup call
To be free of your wheelchair
Of your prison
Mama, we’ll celebrate life together in heaven!
Soon, Mama!
It will be soon!
Why does fear distill in our eyes when we see the colors of freedom
pull up behind us.
Pure irony is like pure sugar cane its almost too sweet to be true
The ones who protect and serve this country are the gruesomely grotesque
fear raisers,
WE SHOULD NOT BE SCARED when one is behind us
yet. we. are.
Can we not redesign the laws or give real second chances
our towns and cities screw us over for the quota of people trying to help
other people,
they are blinded by how we are just doing what is right in our eyes.
The cost of mistake is too high for the verdict,
some are not, but many many many many are.
I cannot fornicate enough ideas that would lead me to deceive myself
The small mistake I made lead to loss,
emotional and physical,
It brought up a fire within my soul that is full of regret and yearning.
It helps me beat myself up daily as I'm pirouetting through blissful days
of peace and prosperity.
Are there not bigger crimes in this country or this state.
They have to single out all the little grey area of what is bad when I see
people speed everyday with no consequent.
It was also a wakeup call,
helped me realize I need to be alert
doesn't make it any less vacuous,
I just forget to breathe sometimes.
and I just zip through life without seeing the limit.
I was called handsome and intelligent
A name that pushed me to learn fast and memorize lots of things
I believed in myself and thought I could do anything
My books and dictionary were just like a prayer
I felt great and willing to leave even after I died
I looked for challenge anywhere, and felt ready for them
My energy was like the universe, and I could not stopped it
I was loved, called, obeyed, and found as my wish
I spent crazily, and got satisfaction as I desired
I forgot if I was limited, and equal to others
I acted like I am the beginning and the ending
One day it is all changed, I had a call
A call from an unknown to stop my power
A call to end my abusive language with no time to think
A call to say sorry to those that I abused, and stole from
A call to be on my knees and pray for forgiveness
A call to stop my hypocrite attitude and be real
A call as a warning to lead or disappear
A call to obey, but I refuse because of my great armies
My money, power and those that believe in me
I have found myself disappeared because of my hanger
I was not fighting to anyone, but they are crying victories
I am getting weaker every day until I am no longer in the map
I can no longer answer the call, the caller hang up on me.
You ask why I focus on troubled thoughts
I guess I'd say that because that makes up the majority of what I see
It's very confusing, this is the best time to be alive
And yet it seems to bring out the worst in humanity
Beginning with me, they say my observations are too negative
That I don't allow much room for hope
I don't recommend meditation or prayer
Or, that my position is taking away our ability to cope
You see I advocate personal responsibility
Build up our weaknesses so we can be strong
All studies show this increases self-esteem
Is this negative? Am I wrong?
I'm also an advocate of suffering
I believe people need a little pain to create change
But we have to temper our emotions to not react
So we don't rush in and eliminate the gains
For me troubled thoughts are a wakeup call
They provide a chance for me to reflect and refine
I realize, nobodies going to do it for me in this life
I'm responsible, and thankful for the opportunity because Im alive
So, what I write is my unique perspective
It's not how I feel, it's an observation of what I see
I'm very sorry if my perspective bothers you
I think it's nothing more than choosing to live in reality