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I always thought writing with a broken pencil was useless and pointless
But then I became a broken pencil myself
I became emptiness, a wilderness of my own thoughts
I became depression and healing all at once
But then I was my blank pages created with empty pieces of hope
Then there were my sharp edges and ink to begin my journey of a scowl life
Pain was my sharpness with everything I did leaving a mark of grace
Making visible my scars to be useless from the inside
I was a broken pencil written for the last time and my destination was changed
But then something was important for me to know that I had to turn problems to opportunity
That at some point broken pencils, lost erasers
But mine lost its mind to its broken heart
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Masego Nkuna
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All these body is filled with strength and courage
All these body is filled with betrayal and abuse
This world called this body
This world called “women”
Rose from a barrel of madness with courage to stand up from a place called the unknown
These body shouted gender equalizing its rights for life
“Mbokodo” we shouted
“Amandla a Ngaka?” filled in us knowing that we bring about change
These body knows it will not die without change
We are faced with issues like any other
We are women with issues fighting the struggle of equalizing our rights
Sometimes knowing that we are achieving is victory spotted in the hearts of those who fought and paved the way
Sometimes hope is the word of our truth
Gifting us with love and grace
When all seemed dark or gloomy
We fought for our rights to be matched with those who could not be questioned for change
We are the change and we are women
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Masego Nkuna
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Connection is an offering of messages as people who crossed over
Connection is spirits of those we never knew
The guides of offering life advice from the other side are special connection with the crossed over life that surrounds our energy fields, life offering, support and guidance
The comfortability of guidance works with something we are unfamiliar with
The deepest healing carries through generations of healers and stronger relationships through meditation, communication with the spirit or family lineage studies.
Our life path are provision of guides through experience as verbal communication which can however not be of a great influence
The utilities also help in developing psychic ability or offer loving support
These are as multidimensional beings, existing in physical reality but simultaneously not alone in the world
The residency of our beings does not reside in other worlds but the higher beings classifying astral spirits that are in need of healing
Desiring to be born, modernity recognizes our psychology that family patterning has issues such as addiction, incest, abuse and other complexes that are passed down to generations
These allows healing of the spirit while affecting the living
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Masego Nkuna
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Human Rights
We struggled more
With these rights which are the rights of humanity
We cried for our rights
We cried for our rights as humans
Our rights for education, sustainability and more
With this cry both a boy and man cried interchangeably for freedom from slavery not in chain form but poverty and debt
We struggled more with these rights
We struggled with the rights of humanity
History had a way of writing us down
With its bitter sweet lies and truth
History had a way of taking these rights from us
Our struggle was deep
Our struggle cut off our rights of humanity
We watched ourselves drink from the cup that was half empty
We watched ourselves drink from the cup of empty promises while we suffered loss broken down from our rights as humans
We had sound melodies of redemption as we screamed for equality and freedom
Our rights, your rights, my rights and the human rights
We paced ourselves as we created rhythms with our footsteps chanting to the beat that will never change
We had sound melodies of redemptions as we screamed for equality and freedom for the rights of humanity
The human rights
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Masego Nkuna
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The Golden Years
We celebrated the years with so many memories, birthdays, funerals….
As we took a stroll through life and archived all the memories we had featured
With these golden years
We reflected on our retirement after we met ourselves as employees working well with the passing of age
Our pasts made choices for us including our lifestyle activities
And those choices included low activity, poor diet and a high alcohol intake
Realizing how hard it was to fight this process
Every day was a repeated expression of events as we looked around and took an inventory of the average senior human being
We lived good lives now that we had bad knees, hips, need stents, hearing aids and more which the middle age will never understand
We had counterproductive lifestyle behavior that are now affecting our health with choices made for us
And somehow with these choices came clinics we built with an assumption of calling it a health-care center having professionals assessing our average senior
We served with experience acquired throughout the years
These golden years drew us closer to a self-selecting population requiring a routine checkup preciously because they are fairly healthy
With these years a discovery of how rare our species are, made a realization of how precious our souls are
We were soft, sensitive and had a lovely gesture and we never lost our shine even when we had wrinkles on our faces
These years awarded us the opportunity of earning leisure, a time to rest, relaxation and care without an obligation to maintain an economic level defining the young and middle age
The second wind painted images which made us fragile, superfluous and infantile taking away our powerful mental and emotional constitution, rejecting stereotypic impulses of others perception of us
With everything came time, wisdom, talents to others with an everyday affair of being treated with respect and we had the willpower to strengthen our lifetime challenges adjusting to loss and change of all kinds
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Masego Nkuna
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It was an Autumn evening
With its cold always predicted
I rushed out of a taxi with a haste to meet the one who stole my heart
She kept reentering my mind!
I have never been so much attached to her image in my mind
She was glowing off lately, her signs of happiness were all over the place
Written all over her face and that is what I witnessed
Maybe happiness was a four-letter word, I reckoned!
Walking towards her place seemed longer that autumn evening
There was a moment I wanted to jog
A great idea employed my mind that I did not want to sweat
When I am with her, I cherish every minute that comes with it
I arrived at last
I was prompted to send her a text notifying her of my arrival
Within a minute I saw her bracket, sexy legs making their way towards me
It was only a while when I heard her sweet voice
Again, it seemed longer to reach her house and by this time I was care free
She was right next to me and that was the only thing making logic
I gathered my thoughts as I walked into her room to put the traditional bag I was gifted
I walked towards her in the kitchen as she concluded with her call
The warmth and chills I felt all at the same time mesmerized all my state of mind
I felt her scent and her warmth
I knew at that moment I could define everything in a line
She was freedom, longevity, tranquility and made me smile deeply
She had me discovering this scientific rare formula in my head
I felt her heartbeat against my own and by then I knew she was my all, the one I have always been searching for
Her kiss invited the motive for sex
Sex, I never thought would happen prematurely
My mind went on a field trip with notions
On such occasions people meet and great
And us we broke boundaries, the status quo
Everything seemed scripted with directors yelling “Action!”
The cameras were rolling with every sex scene we had as we kissed passionately
She was a great kisser, I placed all the blame to her on the scene of the crime
God Outlaws!
Her sexy naked body was in a shower we shared together and my lips losing control kissed her watery ones
I was so lost in my world
I knew I had a great story to tell
She was mine and I knew she was all that I longed
The audience were our inner souls which captured every move we made
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Masego Nkuna
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Touch has been circulated in these times of touch me not and news only travelling for the battle of
breathing.
Our love could never be expressed in hugs or kissing but a wave with restrictions and levels.
Human communication vanished with the harsh passing of gentleness, emotion, love and
understanding.
Our experience brought the regular hand washing and sanitation of our hands with the right amount
of measured alcohol.
Along with the restrictions and change of levels, alternating like a movie played with the pause and
play buttons.
The covering of our faces with masks and keeping a safe distance came to play.
These was a wave promised to only last for days, but months passed, and the hard reality faced us
that we lose our loved ones quicker than we would lose pests to a fumigated place.
This wave brought along the reality of six feet social distance and a time for hope that the end will
soon come.
We hoped for survival as the restrictions eased.
But to our reality, the truth to the announcement was never an introduction of the other wave while
the touch me not movement continued.
“We lost too much already”.
Something was missing, the streets were empty and our hospitals full of patience only visible to
those who attend to them.
Are they fed? Are they well taken care of? Will they survive?
The soul longed to see those who were lying on hospital beds with phone calls to their memory as
they served their last days on earth.
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Masego Nkuna
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He made me look at my insecurities with braveness
His hands of abuse could not scare me
So, I kept quiet and only gave him an eye and said a short prayer while his voice went over the roof top as he shouted to impress those who were watching
Little did he know that I survived
I survived terror, trauma and a worst deal of pain
At that very minute nothing could hurt me more than he could
My fear became my strong point!
My laughter at heart was giggles having a deep eye interaction conversation with a monster
His hormones were not at a steadiness but in rage
His voice was more certain than the loud music I used to be played and all my myth became my truth
At that moment he became a published book of bad errors and mistakes with a poor grammar
This was so rare to me that his desirable rage was filled with hurt and that it could be academically awarded a medal for a movie displaying right in front of my eyes
A rare me was more certain than desirable to see nakedly how the devil looks in soul
He was terror, trauma and a great deal of pain but I could not break but survive
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Masego Nkuna
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It is never hard to master the art of losing with so many things filled with intent and loss without disaster.
We lose somethings every day and accept the fluster like the door keys with a bad passing hour.
We practice loss further as we continue to lose to a pandemic, teaching us how to master the art of being faced with death every day.
I lost my grandparents' belongings and continue to look with the hope to find what is now lost and with that, a house is also lost with all its belongings.
I lost lives, lovely ones. I even began to vaster some artifacts I owned which followed like the streams of the river.
I collect thoughts and memories as I miss each one of them every day and this like no dream is no disaster.
I have no joking voice or gesture of the pain I encountered as I master the art of loss for what I encounter is a disaster
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Masego Nkuna
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Determined to not shift my gaze away from my own page
“Oh look!”
I thought to myself of a handsome looking man he looked
Tall with a feeling of a stranger when he entered my house
I did not know they made him so scorching with nothing aggravating him from his hotness
I did not think he was made to fart and sweat all at the same time, making it look so sexy I remembered when I did not know who he was but him entering my house gave me a familiar feeling so unusual
I knew nothing. Other people like the woman in the room and the man moving up and down with him knew so much about him while I stood at a stand still smiling myself from bone to cheeks out of the room trying to understand why this stranger made me feel so uncomfortable
I kept to myself while I tried to remain ignorant for my staring at his handsome body
The conversation I had with my head was revolting with “who, me?”
I could not believe myself at that moment
“Giggling myself out of the room”
Yeah! That was crazy, right?
He rolled out a conversation so smoothly putting his eyes down to avoid contact
This was a grant away from humanity and attention for we made the strangest conversation as strangers
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Masego Nkuna
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