Poem To Africa's Greatest Son by Lesedi Evans Shumba

Gone too soon

Always will be remembered

I will cherish your loyalty to Africa

until the day I also see you sited somewhere beside

Peter, Mahatma, Martin and Teresa

I could have sworn I felt the ground shake

When your soul escaped form the body it was kept

I could hear the sounds and celebrations of the jubilations in hell

last night when the world wept -

the angel has gone where he belongs.

Hope they tell me where they bury you

so I come and lie down near you and listen to all your stories

Stories of how you and your comrades marched down the streets towards the enemy

Ran Soweto carrying nothing but banners

the only bullets you had was the shouts of 'freedom'.

How did you really feel when you drank coffee

with the same men who put you in cages?

I bet they almost died of your brutal, unconditional forgiveness.

Dear Nelson

Take thy place as God's greatest grandson

Bring thy head forward to receive your crowning as Africa's greatest son

Twinkle, Twinkle little African star

How I wonder why so soon.

Wish I could put your spineless spirit in a bottle

Then drink it until my heart burst.

One last time

fold your fist hard, bang in the air

Just like how you used to stand in the crowd saying:

"The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling but in rising every time we fail"

Your enemies and even your dearest comrades

have tied to destroy you but failed each time

You are a lion with nine lives and a thousand hearts.

Wish I could write 10000 words

each for each day you spent in prison

I know you will shred your soul into a thousand pieces

then drop it into the hearts of all the

Leaders of the world, then maybe they would know

how to really treat their people.

Nineteen years ago you made a nation

out of a notion you strongly held.

Nineteen years ago I was born free,

Your hustle was not, just meant for Africa to see

Your courage was like a virus

which I tested positive.

Looked into your eyes and saw a thousand pictures

I Take your soul and make a thousand copies

One great leader is worth a thousand dictators

The giant has closed its eyes

for the world to open its minds and souls

I am a present of the past

Because you made your present not resentment over the past

but the refurbishment of the future,

My future.

By the Corner On Rivonia by Zibusiso Mpofu

We there by
the corner on Rivonia
Cheering on our hero
Departed,
Singing our proud hearts out
''Mandela,Mandela''
We sang
He did us proud
did that old boy
Loving him poeticaly was like heaven itself
''Freedom''
We were there
Right where he was
Made us proud
Did that old boy!
Loving him poeticaly was like heaven itself,
We were there
Indeed we were
''Nkosi sikelel'Africa'' we sang
By the corner for Rivonia!

Madiba by Simphiwe Dana

Image -  Pan-African News Wire File Photos

The tree falls and winter comes
The giant saviour that became the saint
Is on the last journey back to his origins
Time worn, like an aspiration compromised
They wait on the sidelines
The whole world waits
For the covenant made with him is too strong a bind
To snap before the tree falls
Though bursting at the seams

The giant sleeps….their neediness keeps the saint alive
Incapacitated by the smiles of hope
Spread in the hearts of little children
It is easy to forget
That the dream is for all

Qhawe lamaqhawe

Ntsika yesizwe
Umhle umsebenzi wakho
Uyancomeka kwaye usithwele
Konke kwenzekile
Uyidlalile indima yakho
Ntsika yesizwe

The giant sleeps
Our fears keep the saint alive
To save us another day

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