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Amanda Ranganawa Poem
As l look around and gather things for my journey
l realise that l havent reached my tally
As the trials and tribulations sweep me across the valley
l breathed heavily, in and out , as l reach for my Yahweh
My mind twisting and curling as l recall sadly
The events that captured , fascinated and ;
and left deep cuts into my heart
The definations and evaluations of sin that l calculated
Only managed to land me in theft, prostitution and murder
Drugs , alchahol , rapist and liar were my middle identities
All l knew back then was that l had to
jump fences, duck cops and shoot back to survive
ln my fast diversion and quick cornering of the lane, l had the church choir
singing salvation and how much he loved me
Or was it me they sang to or just for themselves?
l cursed the melodic voices for singing lies
and yet as we the sinners live they are supposed to be saved
l was running further and deeper with the
wind blowing my frail body like a plastic bag
My heart was giving in, my knees were crumpling
l needed rest and immediatey l found it
l heard a loud, deadly and dreaded sound
And then there was silence and then darkness
They later told me that l woke up after a month
The Saints had found me and like the good Samaritan
had done all they could
with all their belief and might to save my life
They told me about the grace and kindness of Yahweh
And l cried, and cried, and cried
Because l had never known that he not only cared
but had feelings that swept across oceans
thoughts that rose to the heavens
dreams that conquered all nature
and love that exceeded humanity's
For me
There and there l looked at my Yahweh
And realised that l am saved
And my past is over
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Amanda Ranganawa Poem
Valued
You are the beauty that l see
The modulation of my feet and the rapture of my heart.
You bring out the divine in me
making me the finest wine of all times
When you molded me
You chose four words to define me,
Beauty, brains, perseverance and hard-work
You played the tune on the piano that
seized, sizzled and grizzled my soul
I fear not no man, events or words
Because only you make my knees bow down
l will not fear the pressures of time, youth and society
Because you created me for a greater purpose
l am a girl with a spiritual father who loves me
Beyond the eyes of man and the tongues of my enemies
He lifts me higher and never down
Realizing my worth and potential and telling me softly
l created you to be the Master of your universe
Written by Amanda Ranganawa
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Amanda Ranganawa Poem
My words are few and light
My thoughts so heavy
I speak aloud, in my heart, my mind
But never with my lips
Even when l breathe heavily
And then l want to shake it away
Its so close
And it beats like drums
The silence more of calm eruptions
And time and time again it erupts
In loud silence
The fear of holding on
To what one cannot keep
Screams tense within
The fear of rejection more superior
And in a heart, deep seeded hurt is carried
In silence
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Amanda Ranganawa Poem
Deliver me a Man
not a boy
lm not searching for little patters
down the hall
lm looking for feet up the stairs
Accompanied by a hoarse voice
full of authority and confidence
Deliver me a Man
not a boy
lm not searching for a whiner and complainer
who leans on me for his standing
lm looking for broad shoulder
that know how to lift their own burdens
And yet still still manage to lift me
protect me and provide for me
Deliver me a Man
Not a boy.
By Amanda Ranganawa
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Amanda Ranganawa Poem
I am delighted my dear Father,
Delighted to write you this letter
Though deep in my heart l know,
Know it may never reach you
So Father l have my fingers crossed
Praying and hoping the post-man will do me a favour
And deliver this letter to you
Father l wrote to say, to ask and to seek
Father you left my side before l had hatched,
You left before l could judge the world
My mind still too young to understand why two plus two makes four
Father l ask,
‘’Are you satisfied that you left a clueless, innocent child behind you’’
Reply in your next letter
This is a letter to you Father
To remind you that the chick has grown into a hen
I have grown into a young maiden
Full of questions and wonder
My heart beats fast in search of wisdom
And then l smile and think how it would have been nice
Nice to write to you and ask
‘’ Father am l now old enough to own a male “
How anxiously l would have waited for your reply
And what you would have wrote would have been my command
Father they say a lot about me
The male say lm proud ,
The females naive.
But l am not Father
All l know it that lam lost ,
Lost in a world l do not own
I seek for answers my dear Father
You are a man and have gone through a lot,
Now l ask
“How does one know they are in love and he in turn feels for her?”
I plead, try and reply.
It would have been lovely
To speak to you face to face
Shy l would have been but confidence l would have regained
For you are my Father
It’s a shame you and l can never meet
For we now belong in different worlds
Though apart we might be in flesh
In hearts and memories we will remain in each other
By Amanda Ranganawa
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