Thoughts by Loyce Daka

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you can recall the creases caused by 

the smile on a loved one's lips

the way 

the tears crept to your eyes.

there is always pain.  

but pain is hard to put into words

it makes us who we are,

teaches and tames us,

can destroy and save us.

when it happens, it takes our breath away.

when it hurts too much inside

it always  shows no matter how 

many masks you wear

memory is an abstract painting. 

it doesn't present things as how they 

are, but rather as how they feel.

do not look back and grieve 

the past  is gone

do not be troubled about the future 

it’s still to come.

live in the present

make it so beautiful 

make it worth remembering

  

when someone leaves, someone 

else is about to arrive.

freedom 

not the absence of commitment 

the ability to choose

the ability  to commit

to what's best for you

It Takes One by Gracian W Masiyiwa

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In a thriving democracy

It takes one mad soldier

To change temples into armouries

Till all swim on their backs

Back to stone age

Regardless of age

And the age

  -

In a thriving faith

It takes one Pharisee

To block all grace, with barbed wire

Of rules and dogmas

Sending saints to fright and flight

To send the anointed to their graves

Fast-track their visas to heaven

Via slashes and crowns of thorns

Till grace fights back

On the road to Damascus

To blind, then unblind the blind

-

It takes one wrong interpretation

Of one clause in life’s manual

For road of redemption to be closed

And like a machinegun

In the hands of a drunk ghost

Is a misconception

In the head of a powerful idiot

Predictably, fresh ghosts will

Surely get born

Till someone acts and thinks later

Bring new matter that will matter

-

Heaven’s love for one man

Who, guarding hearts from vice

Preferring shame to eulogy

Can invite drought or deluge

That sinks fauna and flora

Till new sun hovers the day

And new moon ogles the night

Till night is also called day

The smelting is possessed and tireless

Till posterity is purified

The Moon by Mgcini Nyoni

Some say they

see an old woman carrying firewood

when they look at the moon

Some see a naughty rabbit.

When I look at the moon

I see you

Sometimes holding my heart

in your left hand

and laughing.

Sometimes

I see your perfect smile

and a dark rain cloud

happens to pass by

and I can’t see you.

Sometimes you are just

a tiny little crescent 

and I can barely see you

Sometimes the sky

is blue and pleasant

but the moon is not there

and I cannot see you.

Some see a naughty rabbit

Some see an old woman

But I see you

In the moon

Needless Anguish by Martha Ndlovu-Nyoni

A little on the big

side

A bit more flesh

on the hips

and stomach

so she gorges

on lemons

every morning

to shed a bit

of weight

a lot of weight actually

Not knowing

she is okay as she is!

Ten Years Across The Limpopo by Mgcini Nyoni

After ten years 

across the Limpopo

what he brought back home is this:

A fruit knife

known as okapi

The clothes on his back

A small radio

and the deadly

disease that’s doggedly

eating him.

Delirious mumblings

of  a good time

in Jozi

The delicious

Chocolate brown

Mzansi thighs.

In rare coherent moments

he talks of

getting stung

in between the thighs

of  beautiful

money squandering Mzansi women

In tears mama says

he should have come earlier

and gotten on the program

like the girl next door

After ten years

Across the Limpopo

All he brought

is the disease sending him to his grave

Fight Night by T.S Majoni

All dressed up and ready for skill

Why don’t you come closer in for the kill…

Tonight I’mma do whatever you will

And be rest assured I won’t charge a hefty bill…

So come on over baby, I can’t keep still.

Come introduce your hard Jack to my wet Jill…

Cause all she really needs is your heavy, thick spill.

I am only joking man, just wanted to give you a chill,

But then again maybe I did it for my sexual thrill…

So all I'm waiting for now is for you to come here and drill