FORGIVE THY SELF

Forget the tragedies which makes you bitter
Overcome the odds of breaking your heart once again
Remember your past mistakes, learn from them
Give yourself time; don’t be hard on yourself
Invest your energy on things which will yield beneficial results
Valuable lesson are learnt through heartbreak and failure.
Eliminate threatening situations

Take care of your heart
Hold on to your intuitive eye; it’s a precious gift
You shouldn’t give up

Seize this opportunity before it is too late
Embrace all your faults and virtues
Live your life to the fullest
Fulfil your heart desires; your happiness is your responsibility.

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POWER

Power
Attractive and very contagious
Incite one to rule
Feeds the egocentric monster that lives inside us
Demands respect at all times
Fails to acknowledge the laws of other territory
Yearning to dismantle the established systems.
Developing an imbalance institution 
Feeding on lies instantly like fleas on decomposed corpse
Seeking validation on less informed generation
Using hypnotic phrases which tampers with emotions
Luring them closer to believe their blood sucking, money driven and greedy agendas
Further exploiting our broken communities…leaving our humility wounded
Inciting a never ending rage which affect our common sense
How long will our so called leaders live lavishly on our own expense?
How long are we going to act like victims for the struggle?
How long will we use violence to redress the issues of the past?
We are just too blind to notice our inappropriate behaviour
We assume that our action will make our voices to be heard
Talking and hearing is different from actually doing the intended
Let us stop destroying the only thing which will open doors of new possibilities
Liberation doesn’t destroy, it dismantle the injustice intelligently
Engraves its ideas deeply into the mind not the emotions
Although it foolishly inflicts a sense of security
If it is correctly guided it can yield good results
Pity our leaders are power hungry
Influenced by immoral activities to feed their ego
Someday the table will be turned
This might sound like a far-fetched dream but nothing last forever.

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Steven Biko...The Legend

I am carrying a bag full of mixed emotions
Do you want to help me carry it until I reach the finish line?

Silence makes the loudest noise
Where there is light, the darkness always interferes
the compatibility carries the truth

The future carries the burden of the past.
Problems are like shoes we wish to fit
Have you found the right size?

Between the darkness and the light

There’s an adventure to be explored,
Traveling through spaces which are bigger than I thought
The density of euphoria echoing within the confined spaces of my heart,
Singing a lonely song which reminds her of the love she felt for him,
The stars which suppose to drew her closer to the truth were no more
Vanished like a lost treasure,
Deserted her, seeking refuge in lonely-lifeless places
Faith helped her navigate
Finding a lighthouse felt like a far-fetched dream
In constant war with the self and the ideal self
Submitting to conflicts of the heart and what it desires
Sharing a bed with a beast which bites her vigorously
Looking for a place to hide
Leaving behind his scent that lingers through the atmosphere like a newly brewed coffee
The beast violently pulls the strings of an acoustic guitar to play a melody only understood by us
Perplexed by its lyrical content
Yet it makes us to dance till dawn
His flamboyant kindness becomes my escapism
The quarrel between the darkness and the light left me with an addiction
Addiction of hostile vengeance and interior motives
Which safeguard my heart from dangerously falling in love with him
The power to decide makes her feel at ease
She can decide either to give life or to kill.

Stand Accused

Stand accused within the strangeness of my own skin,
Inflicted with troubling thought that sought to kill the sedate feeling locked inside,
Addicted to a pill that takes away my patience,
Standing in the pathway, waiting to attack the beast with sweet love pretence,
The pill sedate my soul with hostility
I stand accused in the middle of nowhere…
Locked within the iron cage with the pain I cannot bear,
Rest easy upon the realness of my scars hidden, trapped inside my heart.
He assume that I am fine with everything
His presence makes me cold and bitter,
He is playing a dangerous game with the devil
Though he is a God fearing man
Hope that his prayers protect his soul because he failed to honour his part of the deal,
The strangeness of my own being soothe the guilt trip which burden my serenity with heartache,
Voices that echoes within the night intend to keep me restless,
He carry on with his mission…attacking when I am vulnerable
Torturing my innocence with hostility.
Hatred is his closet friend
He is brutalised with pretence
Do you realised the damage you have done
You have sucked my free spirited soul so dry
Left me in the dark,
Battered with empty words
Felt useless and distance from reality.
His abiding indifference will help him find peace in his grave of infidelities
He claims he knows what I really need
Then again he is just a reckless player in a chess game
He allows his opponent to learn his next move,
He is foolish…its absurd to think that he can ne moral
Let his shortcomings flourish and comfort him through his unknown journey.
I stand accused of the crime I didn’t commit
Gave a defence which is entrenched with the truthfulness of his dealings
Yet the fear of challenging him scares me
Someone will get hurt when I start unpacking his luggage of secrecy
His true nature will remain unknown because I chose to die with his secrets
Let him get judged by his own God…not me

A gift and a curse

Yesterday is gone with its colourful memories,
All is left for us today is the coldness of the wind
Slowly torturing us like empty WORDS that are saturated wit dreadful desires,
Leaving our hearts with nothing but emptiness
given no opportunity to mend our broken hearts.
A lonely impulse of our lost dreams.
making us restless
Darkness crawling in, suffocating and domineering
Tortured by the shadows that live under our beds
Singing a sad song, drowned within the memento of our broken hearts.
Depicting a clustered memoir that leaves our hearts in so much bitterness.
Fighting a battle we do not understand,
a battle which exist only in the heart.
Having nothing to justify our assumptions
I wish I could turn back time
Make is standstill, allow me to climb over the mountain,
reach the peak
Scream out the pain that is locked inside
release this dreadful memory of you
travel beyond possibilities
Learn to embrace my imperfection
Forgive myself
Oh rescue me, my dear love
I am drowning in my own sorrows
I am feeling hallow
I have learnt my lesson
the experience is deeply wounded with hostility.
Giving me/showing me tough love
I could sense the harsh realities that I have unravelled
Disturbing memories that lock away the mind in the prison of selfish men
I thought I was helping you but I was hurting you.
Pushing you away whne I needed you the most
Cursed by confusion, doubtful thoughts
sunking me dry…leaving me thirsty for more.

revelation

Thank you for making me feel so alive,
remembering the agonizing thoughts of yesterday,
teaching me to embrace all the shortcomings that comes with life,
Everything I thought I knew about you it had faded away like a repressed thought,
You had become an unattended event of the past,
Shared a rehearsed conversation to hide our true feelings,
our superficial fronts follows us like haunted ghost
wrapped with unbearable desires
yet we shut ourselves out of the lustful cocoons
memories we have created are not forgetful dreams
Only if I can hear the liberating melody of my beating heart,
I will understand the message from that one last kiss you gave me
interwoven with good farewells,
promising all the best for the lonely journey we chose to embark…
A kiss which imprint my soul with forbidden pleasures,
slowly evoking the wickedness that lies behind those eyes of yours,
Sinful pleasures that promise to quench my thirst for love,
searching for the truth inside your lies,
tension caving in, building a wall between us.
making us known strangers
exiled by our egos,
Seeking new ways to heal the pain
Your silence overflows with profound revelations.
Now I truly understand why you were part of my past not my future,
you were an obstacle which deprived me to reach my full potential.
BUT NOW I HAVE LET YOU GO
I am more than happy
I am free….

The monster

Can the past predetermine the future?
Why is the past keep recurring in the present?
Thoughts I’ve made peace with everything,
A single memory can exhume the wrath which is woven with worrisome feelings,
The monster always look for ways to put us on edge
superficially torture our souls with rage
forces us to alienate ourselves from reality
putting us in an utopian cage
filter our lives with great pain
then make us to become slaves within our own skins
Penetrating its sweet vengeance through our wild cravings for ecstacies.
Promising to put the mind at ease
surely the process of forgiving is never easy.
Finding the root of our anger requires time
The rise of conflict imprison us with doubts,
Slowly undressing our ego,leaving our bare soul tto experience the coldness of melancholy which is trapped within our unconscious mind.
Instead of moving forward, we feel like we are turning backwards.
Moving back in time of cruelty
What do we do to deal with this destruction?
Clotting our purest thoughts wuth confusion
One day we shall conquer the evil notives of this monster.
Its power is depended on us
Saturated with false implications.
then we are powerful beings, we can break the walls which stop us from enjoying life to the fullest.

Untold history

Time has pass, stars has fallen
The beautiful images of the sunset
Indoctrinated with the nature of the shattered dreams,
Lingering thoughts which stir the soul with great bitterness,
Deeply rooted with doubts,confusion,unpleasant thoughts which pushes humanity afar,
Accused of commiting a crime by just being different
Beginning to question their intelligence
Perceive their own brothers as enemies
Losing the essence of their deeply rooted culture
The sacredness of their culture being put on scale
Rated the lowest, classified as inferior
Who invited the beast to the feast?
He lacks the original cultural beliefs
His presence is surrounded by so much darkness
Tainted our purest minds with useless assumptions
Look where it got us…nowhere
Silence our kindness with foreign objects
Considered to nake our lives easier
Taking everything we owned
Yet he forgets that the scars will forever remain in our hearts and soul
Forever reminding us about our greatness
A remembrance which is engraved within our historical moments.
Our own stories.African stories
Let us sing the soung of peace
Forgive the wanderer(stranger) who sufferes fron a low self-esteem.
constantly seeking new ways to feed his appetite of being superior
Haunted by his own demons
Searching for a place to belong
Disturbed by unjustified beliefs
Do not laugh or mock another man foolishness
Kindly show him the right way as he was lost in the jungle surrounded by will animals.
Only his purest mind will save him.
His loss is not to be celebrated but to be used a learning experience
thus his courage deserve all the credit.