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Khumbo Kathumba Poem
The ballot is stronger than a "bullet"
People pik their voter's cards from their "wallets"
They vote for a candidate,they want to "elect"
It's the LORD's decision who to "elevate"
Unity,oneness,in this country,lets "motivate"
Hate speech,let's all "eject"
Evil influencies, we people "reject"
Between two contenders, we voters "evaluate"
The best brains,with "big dreams",good morals",
we "select"
The bullet kills,the ballot does "seperate"
Where we lose, let's conceade, it's never too "late"
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Khumbo Kathumba Poem
I am tired of visiting pubs but let me be found in knowledge labs.
Assimilating words like water filled in cups.
Today, tomorrow let me hold a book on my lap.
Being soaked in knowledge and becoming wet as clay getting wet or damp.
With illumination my soul will see a better map.
As there is space between the heavens and the earth, so it is between lovers of pubs and labs, there is a gap. Forsaking studies is like, on the road meeting a bump.
Knowledge lab beautify my soul, change my phonology like potassium reacting with hydro-chloric acid producing a hissing sound.
My semantics as rich as a British pound.
Syntactic pounding like an AK47 round.
As cold water is to a thirsty soul, study lab let me know you more.
In a year are 365 days, in a year teach me 365 words.
As a knife to a kilo of meat, so separate the chaff from the wheat.
Beauty lies in the eye of the beholder, so let knowledge lie in the minds of the reader.
As a chemist is skilled in chemistry, so be it that I be skilled in this art.
I am not scared of a suicide bomber, what scares me are people who avoid the study lab.
Because the avoiding knowledge and, once a dog thought, since all cats have four legs and I have four, therefore I am a cat.
Speech is silver and silence is golden, between the two which one is precious? I guess gold.
Pubs are noisy while study labs are quiet. between the two where do you choose to be found.
As a salon makes the hair of a woman organised, knowledge lab, make my minds exhibit the talent of organisation.
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Khumbo Kathumba Poem
He was a great man, a "prophet".
Known by his real name "Japhet".
Started his ministry whilst in the market
Full of anointing like water filled in a "bucket".
Many words do not fill a "basket".
Preaching the word of God was his "mandate".
At his presence, demons would "vacate".
The word of God is sharper than a "machete".
A good man he was, a public "figure".
He never touched any "liquor".
The more he prayed, the more he became
"meeker".
Knowing that avoiding the word, he would become
"weaker".
Every time he was in a closet like a Muslim
facing "mecca".
With a big heart, he carried peoples "burdens"
like a double decker.
He knew the obligation given by his "maker."
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Khumbo Kathumba Poem
Chronicles of marriage “life” my “wife”
My “life’s” story, don’t “worry”
The LORD has given me a vision to “carry”
My great destiny I can’t “burry”
I urge you to write it down in your “diary”
I am strong like a desert “lily”
I love you and value you “dearly”
Such words from me come “rarely”
I ain’t speaking just “merely”
I guess you have pictures in your mental “gallery”
In my minds I see you as a precious “jewelry”
Good “times”, bad “ones” lousy “ones”
We‘ve passed through “together”
Remember storms don’t last “forever”
There will bad days just like “weather”
But let’s persevere just like “leather”
Whatever God has put together, put asunder “never”
It takes three to get married; God is the “cover”
Though it rains cats and dogs, I am your “lover”
They say marriages were made in “heaven”
Perfect and whole like the number “seven”
Ten years of marriage, add one, it is “eleven”
How great will be the joy when we turn “twenty seven”
But I realize, it calls for greater “understanding”
Pot holes of our marriage journey “filling”
Broken hearts “mending”
Real issues being “solved”
Problems being “resolved”
Level five of communication being “practiced”
Remind me where ever I‘ve “missed”
It’s darkest before dawn, there is “mist”
That you can’t clearly see your “destination”
Marriage is marriage even if you pass through great “education”
Ups and downs are also found in this oldest and first “institution”
There is no perfect and spotless marriage, sorry to “mention”
But how do we strive to perfection is my “question”
Only in our right frame of mind, issues “discuss”
Putting facts according to their “class”
Rummaging through, till a solution is found at “last”
Reconciling over unsettled issues should be a “must”
Putting in mind never to break what God has joined “asunder”
Wonders in this institution, will they ever cease? I “wonder”
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Khumbo Kathumba Poem
I am a would be "poet".
I guess you know what I mean
"poppet".
I got my minds made up to my God
at this "moment".
Evil things, bad things, Jesus make
me "vomit".
On my past life, I know many will
"comment".
But I ain't scared, I am backed by
the heavenly "government".
Making sure, I am shielded from
evil "bombardment".
Don't expect me to sit here, do nothing
like a "monument".
I raise up my hands in prayer, in great
"commitment".
I avail myself, use me, bring thy word
to "fulfillment".
For the lost years, I pledge, I will work
for you till death my "retirement".
The greatest commission being one of
a must do "commandment".
Blood of Jesus, wash my sins as a sign of
"atonement".
Thank you for fishing me out of sin "predicament".
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