POLITICAL POEMS

1. FREEDOM

F ree at last we sang upon casting our first ever vote
R eady for revolution we chanted at the beginning of our democratic road
E verybody danced for the arrival of a new dawn
E ndorsed in our democratic history was this won war

D ownwards we suddenly went like unwatered trees
O nly syndrome of unemployment and corruption has left us to freeze
M any of us are left with question if freedom is free

2. SOUTH AFRICA MY RAINBOW

I take pride in realizing dawn to my courage
Bathing in the aroma of ululating women at the approach of my heritage
The knobs and kirries of men dancing at the majestic pillars of traditions
South Africa my beautiful rainbow without cultural restrictions

The dream of seeing a majestic Zulu reed dance is my reality
The smell of the Northern masonja on my pap is a delicacy
The rhythm in the tongue of my Xhosa brothers and sisters is multi desire
As I walk barefoot with a shield and a spear my voice cracking higher

I am a companion to my Afrikaner brother of the voortrekker descent
His father’s farm is the pride of the food we swallow without pretence
The marching of my English brother and the sound of his gun echo celebrations
As they sit side by side with me for a calabash umqombothi sip for heart decorations

I am bowing before my Venda chief with an utmost invaluable respect
Holding the hand of my Tsonga queen covering my future aspects
Ululating Swazi sisters and the rhythm of their brothers’ songs is but a blessing
Under unforgiving hot African my shepherd Sotho brother with a blanket is ultimate reflection of proud code of dressing

The praising rhythm spit by Pedi friends is soothing to the heart
The dance of my Tswana brothers is a creativity you can’t with an African take apart
My Khoisan hunters with bows and arrows are reflection of perfection
And the pride in the voice of fathers and daughters of Ndebele clan are irresistible attraction

The banks of my African river is covered in pride smell of aroma
As we bow down thanking fathers and mothers for their daughters we pay lobola

I do not take dreamland journey to take refuge in any other country’s shadow
For behind I’ll be leaving priceless heritage of my South Africa my rainbow



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Became a poet at the age of 14 for competition sake, from the community with no poetry backround whatsoever and with the guidance of my parents I went on to win several awards. My work has been displayed in Vaaltar FM (Taung Community Radio station), Motsweding FM (SABC Setswana Radio Station) and Sowetan newspaper. I was a member of 5TH Grove (North West University, Mafikeng Campus poetry club) on its birthyear. My poetry is influenced by people I meet everyday, including other poets and ordinary people that I know personaly or otherwise. I have also written novels and Drama, and some of my work have been played by the group Chiro (now defunct Christian group in Taung) and Motsweding FM.