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Njabulo Madela Poem
Freedom is documented,
When new page opens,
unwritten words await,
But It feels like wandering in the mist,
Walking in the tangles of sin,
Rules feel like destiny,
Yet we are caged,
The sky was never the limit,
Still not the limit,
But are we strong enough
To make our own choices?
To open a new page,
To write our own new peace?
Will our story be told?
If we roar, will we be heard
Or silenced, gunned down?
So, are we truly free?
Do we really have a choice?
Without fate, without faith,
Freedom is a dilemma.
Right or wrong
A choice must be made,
Even choosing nothing,
It still a choice,
In a flash,the Rubicon is crossed,
Are we really free?
Or still to be?.
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From the blueness of the sky,
there's truth hidden beneath the skin.
Conscience knows the scene:
if not life, then death holds the truth,
so I choose to stay with the truth.
You raise love only to take life.
You sing love songs to the sun,
reciting lyrics of hate to the stars,
sharing my time with hate and death,
closing my tunnel to shine,
changing the channel when I cry,
giving motivations of failure when I try,
shutting down my dreams as you shout,
Placing stones beneath my bed,
promoting dreams of unpeaceful rest.
You have changed.
You give names of turbulent flow:
Gravity, you're pulling me down.
You used to sing songs of grace to the mercies.
Taking one step at a time was our pace;
living like kings and queens was the price.
Giving reasons,
you've become seasons—
you're falling leaves in the rainy season.
You open the eyes of the blind not to see,
You stir angry waves in the ocean:
fighting for the sea,
lullabies you used to sing—
Not with skepticism ;you were amazing.
But now,
you have changed.
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The sun kissed by mountain goodbyes,
That’s how time flies,
With hope to rise,
And potential born of dedication,
Yet drowned beneath trepidation.
You’re the descended curse from Eden,
Grace misplaced, a soul still bleeding.
Ambiguous dreams, not synchronicity,
You are the seed of Adam and Eve,
Footsteps echo in melancholy.
You pray for wealth, not to be holy,
Chasing gold, forgetting the slowly.
But silence guards the truth you fear,
Like raindrops quieting dust so near.
No gain just pain you feel,
Still, you cease not, nor do you kneel,
Pray when you kneel,
Capitulate not to defeat,
For you are fate’s own Eden seed,
When the noise dies,
The truth stands tall,
The mirror reflect defined art,
That's you realize you got yourself .
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Even when our voices clash,
When we withhold our hands from kindness,
When our tongues speak in riddles, stirring strife,
When we quarrel as if we own the gift of life,
Still, only God knows.
Even when we strike each other in anger,
Even when we hold a helping hand,
Even when we stand alone, trying to seek the meaning of life,
Even when we try to search for truth in the mystery of death ,
The days of the living are counted,
Only God knows.
Even when we argue and disagree,
Even when we curse each other in secret thoughts,
Even when we pray and forgive,
Even when we swear oaths, love, and trust again,
Through joy and sorrow, in trust we remain,
For death was decreed since ancient days,
The days of the living are counted,
Only the Creator knows.
He who has rested, let him rest,
He who has rested, clap your hands for he has conquered,
Freed at last from the burdens of this world,
So why do you weep when he no longer suffers?
The Creator made the path to call his soul.
Why then does this wailing weigh me down?
Let not your hearts be troubled,
For the Father’s house has many rooms.
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The chicks of the world chirped in trembling whispers,
The hen’s feathers had already thinned,
And the eagle’s footsteps echoed near the young ones,
Famine had grown weary,
longing to rest beside the health,
The hen who once knew the deep secrets of the roots,
had finally fallen still.
The sun dimmed its rays,
Darkness settled gently.
Pain and loneliness shook us,
Grief swallowed us whole,
pouring its weight through our tears.
Death struck us like a hidden blow,
a sudden mark revealing
that our mother had gone quiet.
We will cry, for mourning must be done.
Nothing new has happened —
Death was written long ago,
set in ancient times,
It came as the thief of life,
and when it takes life,
life returns to the Giver,
Peace becomes a living thing,
an eternal breath,
And the Holy Book stands witness:
Beyond the grave lies everlasting life,
So rest now.
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I lifted myself as though I were made of light,
Walking proudly upon the skin of the earth,
Blinded by the arrogance of unlearned ways,
Stumbling forward, deaf to the voice of wisdom,
Living as if life itself bowed to my command.
But with each step, unseen vines clung to me,
Clouds gathered, the heavens tore with lightning,
A single bolt split the trembling ground,
The ancestors’ fury set the soil ablaze,
And I watched the lamp of life dim into night.
One heavy evening I closed my weary eyes,
And sleep swept me into visions,
Not dreams, but the deep ancestral kind,
Drawing me into the dark belly of the ocean,
Where unseen beings circled in the silence,
Their breath purifying the air around my soul.
They touched me with truth wrapped in tenderness,
Unfolding the teachings that shape a life,
Washing away the stains of forgotten ages,
Revealing the secret architecture of strength,
Unearthing mysteries long buried in dust.
A fresh page opened gently before me,
A new purpose written in lines of light,
A glimpse of tomorrow shining clear as dawn;
And new eyes were gifted to me,
Eyes that pierce the veiled, hidden places.
I rose adorned in a mantle of glory,
I rose bearing the quiet power to heal,
And at daybreak I awoke unbound, renewed,
A creature born a second time.
My voice transformed,
My tongue sharpened with truth and breath,
And so I walk this world,
Reborn.
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Meticulously petitioning the Divine for renascence,
From the trepidation of my solipsistic ways.
A renascence into the sempiternal.
For a moment, I was indolent.
But mercy is not optional,
Love unconditional.
Seeking the Magnanimous One,
The Luminous One renders me numinous.
Promised blessings falling like raindrops,
Sheltered by anointing,
Like Daniel, before whom beasts capitulate,
Like Shadrach, untouched by flame,
Like Job faith unshaken by self-fame,
Oh, my soul bless the Omnipotent name.
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Her tears have dried,
Her body is free – let her rest.
She has cried enough – release her, let her rest.
With all her pain and sorrow, she will weep no more.
Even if you call her name, she will not respond.
Even if she wished to answer, she cannot reply.
She is silent – allow her to rest.
She have cried enough, she will not cry again.
Her voice that was once heard will not be heard again.
She rests, she has taken off the garments of the troubled.
She has escaped the field of sorrow and sin – she is free.
She has escaped the pit of death – now she lives beyond death.
She has accepted the invitation to eternal life,
Where there is no pain and no suffering.
Let her go, she has gone, she is at rest.
Why do you weep? Death is death.
It is not meant for anyone, it is the enemy of life.
Beyond the grave, they say, there is eternal life.
She has gone to rest – yet you still weep.
She is silent, asleep, she will not rise again.
She is still with you – in your thoughts and memories.
She has fought the great fight – now let her rest.
Release her truly now – let her rest.
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There was peace in the mirrors,
Reflections of joy from within,
Motivation lifting me above endless fields,
The long road felt shorter and even,
Dreams dancing to the beat of discipline,
The grasslands were still ever green.
Years passed by on tiptoes,
Feeding on time I thought I owned,
Hair has turned grey by broken time,
Suddenly motivation went quiet,
Only the sound of silence was so clear,
Now I hear what I fear,
The sound of tomorrow cracking
like a thirsty land.
Procrastination painted escape
doors so near,
Comfort stole the time and dreams
grew unclear,
Depression became so familiar,
Every wasted second was irretrievable,
I capitulated and drowned in my nightmares,
The flames of tomorrow were doused,
The tunnels and channels were dimmed,
The grasslands have faded to grey.
Eyes crystallize with meandering tears,
Hope breathing beneath the dust of my fears,
Insomnia dining on my thoughts for years,
Dancing with questions that refuse to sleep,
Empty hours counted every failure,
Night repeats wasted time like a prayer,
Even when summer passes by,
The grasslands are still grey.
Copyright © Njabulo Madela | Year Posted 2026
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They said the dreams carried messages of you,
They said I should no longer wait,
that I should hurry to your bedside.
Though they wished to soften the truth,
everything stood bare before me —
Death had already wrapped itself around you.
I accepted the pain as your steps drifted from mine,
I accepted the fading of your scent
as it was carried away by a grieving wind.
I breathed it in and believed,
I prepared myself to release you,
even though releasing you was not easy.
But I had already accepted it —
Illness had long been wrestling you,
harvesting the remains of your strength.
To me, it was a storm of torment;
to you, it was the rest you longed for,
the loosening of pain that held you captive,
pain that narrated your suffering.
Seeing you at peace, I capitulated and
accepted too.
You have gone — do not worry.
I will keep our little ones safe,
I will raise them, protect them.
Do not worry — we accepted it together.
Your path is the path that awaits us all.
Rest now,
for I have accepted.
Copyright © Njabulo Madela | Year Posted 2025
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