ke Motau šemane ya go ja di wela
Ke Motau lesogana kgaah! Šateeh ka tsena
Ke mopulana wa moswati
Lesogana la go hloka nyatsi
Tšešu ditaola ke rile go dirutwa ka tsena mong'waseloko ka yo tsoma
Ba nswayile tsebe go kwa bonkgolo
Bare "sa Mošemane a se go itaola "
Ke go tšwa lesolo a tšama tšwela babo mokgola
A ke tšwe mokhi ke nne, tšwa maruping a kgoši Sekwai
Tlase tlase thabeng tša go kguma ka tswai
Bare go mpona ba ka sefokeng
Ba opa magoswi bare "Thobela Morena!
Se mpone bosonyana wa nnyatša
Sešu sereto ke serutile phatlalatša
Ke serutilwe go jewa molatša ka dinawa tša maisimane a go tšwa mošola
Ruri ka nnete di ntšwetše mohola
Nteseng ke ithweše dipataka
Ke di file ke yola Rakgolo pele mathomong bupi e sale lepotetšana.
Everywhere is bless
Touched down from
The steel bird
Down to Africa
Of curse the weather hot
Like always
After this moment
I started going places
I started giving
I starting moving
I was noticed
With a lot of happiness
Cos every were I go
I bless the land
I refuse to stop
Sowing this beautiful seed
Of God
Now no wonder
Everywhere bless
It been a while
But in this moment
God has chosen
This very time
To gave me
The best gift I can
Ever for ever adore
Cherish and love
And if I can scream
Bet me am screaming
Nne God bless you
Because of your presence
Everywhere is bless
Mother
Better lose the saddle than the horse’.
Every mother’s voice echo these 7 words
To her child, not just out of love,
Not entirely for love but for joy.
The joy of motherhood.
This life will be hard (they say)
Nwa m, ma o ga-adiri gi mma
She assures her young child.
n’ihi na o buru na nwatakiri adighi
Enwe oganihu o no n’aka nne
The pains of motherhood.
A mother is a child’s guide through life.
Come, follow me, close your eyes
Think of the rose, and let us go;
She said to her child at birth.
The duty of motherhood.
Nne enweghi onu ahia
A woman who has children, does not die.
She is a mother, in life and beyond.
Her name forever in the hearts of her children
And their children.
Her presence felt through memories when she’s gone.
Every child will grow up,
Age and fade off with time.
This life cycle of ours is like a river,
It goes and comes.
But a mother’s milk is priceless.
Godwin Henry Osaigbovo Pa Shakespeare
SPEAREPOETRY
She tore the envelope open
And she read
Suddenly the clock stopped
Everything around her felt nonexistent
She couldn’t think
All she could see was his face
Her hands went numb
As the paper fell to the ground
Memories played
Like a movie being fast-forwarded
She saw pictures of his face move quickly in her head
Her lips moved
But they made no sound
She tried to say his name
But the pain in her throat wouldn’t let her
Suddenly the morning turned to evening
The joy turned to sorrow
The smile turned to tears
Her heart broke
No!!!!!!!!!
She screamed but no sound was heard
Her face felt hot
But her fingers were cold
HOW!!!!!!
She wept!
Finally, she found her voice
She croaked his name
But no one replied
He wasn’t there with her
But she knew that he would never call her, “Nne m”
Mama
Mother
Mum
Her son had gone to bed
To never wake up again
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Live from hand to mouth
More meritorious than to live from hand to mouth
With no reserve to depend on,
And far better than
Keeping body and soul together
In hopeless destination
Make ends meet
Tete era ne nne
ABED ANTHONY
you can bet
it was sex
we did it up and down
and around
it was real gold
nne stop
BED ROOM
ROCK AND ROLL