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I Am Mentally Ill

Some say I am bewitched
Others believe that I am cursed
Many think I have gone mad
But what they don't know is that I am mentally ill.

I did not choose to be this way
And I did not ask for this
Neither did I wish to be like this
It just came to me just as it might come to you

It makes me see things others don't see
It makes me hear voices others don't hear
At times I become so aggressive that i just want to fight
At times I become so depressed that i just want to be alone.

People have developed fear towards me
While others make fun of it
Some lock me up because they say I am an embarrassment 
Only few understand me

My wife I have lost
That even my family have distanced themselves
Because they say I am crazy
They say I have lost my mind...

But what they don't know is that i am mentally ill
And all I ask for is support
With tolerance as my need
To bear with me for I am still a human being.

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I Am a Storyteller

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 me about the beauty of story telling
Missing those days when my grandmother used to tell the tales of Africa.

From morning to evening
Stories continues to flow from the rivers of my brain
Voices I hear telling me the tales that my pen must keep on inking to narrate
Because a storyteller I am and a storyteller i was born to be

My voice rise to express the expressions of my life
Giving birth to a new world built from the foundations of my imagination.

The beauty of sunset in Ga rakgoatha village
Makes my thoughts to continuously bleed 
With stories hidden deeper in the creative caves of my mind

I am an African prince blessed with the magnificent gift of storytelling
My voice roars to narrate the imaginary world that lives in the chambers of my imagination
I am the son of the African soil blessed with the art originating
From a generation that used to sit around the fire in a small hut to tell tales of Africa

Storyteller I am, storyteller I will forever be
Until my mouth emits voice no more
For I will be resting in the African soil
Where my forefathers are resting.

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Tribute To Child of Africa

With the setting of your young soul the sun rose
Forever gone home a place of rest.

But in our hearts your memories will live
And your short stay will forever be cherished.

We will miss you today, tomorrow will never change
For our hearts your soul has touched.

Like a lonely bird a sad song we shall sing
In dawn and in dusk your presence will live.

Until we meet again, rest in peace child of Africa
For dust we are and to dust we shall return.

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Tears of My Country

Welcome to South Africa
A country paralyzed by chaos
Where dictators are called leaders
With corruption as a norm in a steam
Of empty promises of political lies

A nation crippled by "Nyaope"
As unemployment leaves youth with hopeless dreams
Defeated by the powers of poverty
A country where education is just another waste of time.

Welcome to South Africa
An environment where parents have lost kids and kids have lost parents
Dominated by starvation of African children
Weeping around barefooted in extreme temperatures

A country where graves are habitats of young souls
A place where diseases comes in all forms
A nation where mental illness continues to darken the future of the coming days
A society with the highest rates of crime

Welcome to South Africa
A republic of freedom known as the rainbow nation
Where the struggle continues even though the future is doomed
Because meliorism is our inspiration

Tears in my cheeks
A lament of prayer in my heart
May God bless this nation, 
South Africa my home.

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A Cry For Africa

We weep, we weep for Africa my homeland
The land of my forefathers and great grandmothers
Where civilians mercilessy cut each others throats
In a fight for economic freedom.

Gone are the days of peace and joy
Days of love and pity
When siblings used to share a locust's head
For unity was a powerful tool.

Today smoke rise to the skies as ashes  return back to ashes
Peace is no more and love is lost
Pride, greediness and hatred are comfortable in our despair
Africa my homeland has become a bowl to spill blood

Yes...we weep, we weep for Africa
For we are living though life is no more
Corruption and evil have taken our land
Children kill their parents and parents kill their children

Africa my home has become a messful place of torment
Where souls are grilled with sorrows and horrors
Hope is lost even the future is dark and dull...
Doomed and cursed!

A prayer we lament;
Bless our souls oh Lord we request
And hear our cries of bloody tears
Be merciful and forgive our sins
For we are still your children though sinners!

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Substance Abuse the Effects

The streets have become lonely
Days have gone quieter
Gone are the days when kids would play until dusk
With joyful sounds that rejoiced their mothers and fathers
Distancing themselves from substance abuse.

Our generation is lost
Our schools have been abandoned
Our homes are desolate
Substance abuse rules our nation.

We weep for the future is dark and dull
Dreams and hopes have been murdered
Buried by the blood intoxicated with drugs
While veins pulsate with alcohol.

Young lives are shuttered
Young lives are gone
Our generation is lost
Our nation perishes
Thank you substañce abuse, surely you are proud.

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Africa

Home sweet home, Africa my mother's land
Where mornings arise with beautiful sounds of joyful birds
Giving thanks to the one who gave them life.

A peaceful yet chaotic place where souls find comfort in discomfort
Cherished by the smoke of love and wisdom
To keep hopeless hopes hoping for better days.

A land of my origin in which my life principles are rooted
And constantly nursed by my forefathers and mothers
To keep me wet in a well of norms and traditions.

This is home sweet home Africa my mother's land
Where breakfasts and dinners are blessed with arts& culture
In memory of days when forests used to produce food to eat
And herbs to cure illnesses.

Gone are the dàys , gone are the times
But Africa my home remains firm like a tree in desert
Watered by the streams of tears and blood
With sorrows lamenting in pains.

Yes, I still call it a sweet-peaceful home
Though famines and draughts
Continues to crush it with civil wars & political instability
As the world watches in silence for this is Africa;
Africa my home where hopes will never be lost 
No matter the blood lost.

In pains and laments we will forever smile
For we know that a home we have
A home that stood heavy rains and horrible storms
For many years and will continue doing so 
In decades and centuries to come.

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Take Me Back To My Mother's Womb

Take me back to my mother's womb
A peaceful place where eyes remain closed
Not to witness the tragedies of this world 
Where ears hear not the horrifying sounds of this earth's brutality.

Take me back to my mother's womb
And let me stay there where worries and sorrows are absent
Let me stay there where day and night makes no difference
There where food and clothing matters not.

Take me back to my mother's womb
Where I will forever rejoice for I will be having
No idea of whatever is happening on earth
Because there, exist no one else but myself in my world.

Take me back to my mother's womb
And let me swim alone in my amniotic fluid
In a world where jealousy, hatred, anger and bitterness
Exist not for the placenta allows nothing malevolent.

Take me back to my mother's womb
For the world today is rotten, chaotic and painful
Meliorism is the only inspiration we have
As brutality dominates the earth with ruthlessness as a new norm.

Life on earth is full of tears
The future is doomed and hope is lost
Please take me back to my mother's womb
Because that is where I wanna stay forever.

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I Am Missing You

Day comes in the morning,
Like a night falling in the evening.
Your smile passes by my face
As I see you everyday in my imagination
Where you shall forever live.

Like a lilly longing for rain in desert, 
So is my heart missing you.

My soul starve for your presence is no more.

Teary eyes, broken heart, bleeding emotions,
Yet none will bring you back.

Gone for good, gone forever,
Disappeared like the sun in dusk,
Leaving me alone in a lonely life
Where I am missing you.

Rest in peace
For tomorrow we shall meet again
In the soil of our forefathers.

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Loved By Few-Hated By Many

An expression of a Nurse

I am a Nurse,
I am loved by few and hated by many
Everyday I dedicate my life to saving lives of others
From 7 o'clock in the morning to 7 o'clock in the evening
Whether its winter, whether its Summer

Day and night I sacrifice my comfort
And put myself at risk of developing deep venous thrombosis
Through standing
Swimming in life threatening infections
And deadly diseases
Yet I am loved by few hated by many.

My dedication, my determination,My willingness, my passion, my care
They are all never recognized
Only my mistakes are visible in the eyes of everyone
Because I am loved by few hated by many

From vomitus to faeces, Urine to blood, sweat to sputum
My hands discriminate none
In all body orifices they navigate to heal where it is injured
Assess where it is wrong and comfort where there is pain
From head to toe they travel to provide holistic nursing care
To bring back good health to those afflicted by sickness
Yet I am loved by few hated by many

I am a Nurse, hate me, love me
My hands will always be receptive 
To accomodate your entrance.