Curse of ages

Confounding the bearer of news
A messenger without an audience
Like a stream without a delta
Flowing into a tributary
Paying tribute to unknown influences
Studying identified sources
An eye witness to an eye sore
A people torn apart by imaginary differences
Opting to remain silent
Wiping the tears from my eyes
Drying the despair of a people
A curse of ages
A curse placed on a chosen few
The audience ungrateful
Floating like a bottled letter
The message lost at sea
Though the coast is rough
Waiting for the sea to purge itself of foreign debris
Cast the bottle against monstrous rock faces
Shatter the glass ceiling
Toss the message onto the shore
Children dying of hunger
Toy soldiers lying on battle fields
The fields mined with explosives
Mines secured by foreign forces
Our gold lying in Fort Knox
The miners dying
Everybody looking away
Our standing on a downward spiral
Our continent raped whilst we watch
Whilst we pretend not to see, hear no evil!
Though eyes cannot talk
They say so much


Lesson in loyalty

Expensive like a private education
Home schooling away from home
A classroom of bandits
Everybody searching for gold
Panning for substance
Embroiled in substance abuse
The trip very short
The journey too long
Every kilometre away
Every hour a lesson
Learning to be loyal to me
Sharing a desk
Accommodating others
Ignoring personal circumstances
Loyal to the common purpose
Purposefully using each other for personal gain
Portraying loyalty
Duty bound by a pact
Between us
Me, myself and I
Between heart and mind
Body and soul heavenly property
Being there for someone else
Me someone else
Held together at the seams by a notion
Pretence will do
State property, save for loyalty
A sense of belonging so crucial
More important than the air we breathe
Held together by belonging
My loyalties lying somewhere else
Belonging anywhere but here


My Property

Falling on my sword
My property
Embracing reality
So pragmatic
So hectic
Like falling on a sword
Failing to believe
Losing belief
Even faith in your only truly possession
My property a liability
Eating away at my assets
Like a pandemic
An academic subject
Looking back unpredictable
Research a different perspective
Everything laid bare
Exposed so thoroughly
Beached like a whale
Stab wound after stab wound
Dressed in a thick skin
Bearing old scars
My property
Nature's indulgence
Falling on a sword
So foreign
Assegai's stab the enemy
Swords kill important ways
Standing away from a fight foreign
So crucial
Principles are like swords
Trying to hold onto my assegai


Kilimanjaro

A snow-capped mountain on the Equator
Standing apart, standing alone
Africa's greatest mountain
Created by quiet rumblings from beneath
The Rift Valley scarring the surface
Shaping the landscape
The fractures below invisible
The divisions above clear
A people divided
Apportioned by foreign forces
The people apportioning blame
Having a mountain to climb
Very few reach the apex
A few die trying
Having a purpose
Arriving at the summit
Africa's greatest mountain to climb
Standing next to each other too often
Never standing together
Pockets of myopia found all over the place
None standing apart
Stand on principle together
Deep markings of dissatisfaction painted with blood
The way down pulling us down
Too many standing below the summit
Too afraid to meet a challenge
Climb Kilimanjaro
It's our mountain after all
Continental plates cracking below
Splitting apart above
Resembling a shattered windscreen
The pieces mighty together
Futile apart
The climb treacherous
Having my own mountain to climb
Gathering my thoughts
Becoming together
Collecting myself
Connecting myself
The people remember
The apex beside the point
Doing it together the point
Pulling each other upwards
Collect ourselves
Gather ourselves
Remember who we are
Kilimanjaro standing witness
A mountain of greatness
Giving life a purpose
Remember Africa!


Bottled Letter

When a bottled letter washes onto your shore
Your eyes light up
Curiosity invites you to remove the cork
Anticipating the contents
Wondering about the recipient
Empathising with the author
A sailor in distress
Sending out an SOS for his soul
Reading a message not intended for you
Like perusing a diary of the dearly departed
A reading of a last will and testament
Though shameful and intrusive
It's only natural
Envy compels you to break protocol
Yet you'll never open a sealed envelope
Will I ever receive such a letter
An affirmation of compassion
A cry for me
I too would love to drink from this well
Though we conquer the oceans seeking treasure
None can compare to love
Watching the waves come and go
Watching sailors embrace their loved ones for one last time
Waiting for my bottled letter
Dying to quench my thirst
Drink from Cupid's spring
There's nothing better than love
A duet from beyond the grave
Luther and Gregory were so right
Kings have abdicated thrones for a sip of love
Some have gone to war
To secure their heart's desire
I too would throw away a crown
An empire for that matter
A foolish thought I know
Yet there's nothing better than love
Nothing you say, can sway me
Yearning for the other half of my heart
The last piece of a puzzle
A life lived without an attempt to fill your heart's content
No matter how futile the attempt
Is a wasted life
Double or nothing I say
JFK's eternal flame still burns
In Jackie's heart!


I am a Khafre

I've been called by many a name
Childhood nicknames
Family pet names
Apparently what I call myself immaterial
Others choosing to christen me as they choose

Forced to carry a foreign name
A name alien to my culture
Bear the load of an unwanted name
Given many such names
Some do not appear in any documentation
Aliases used behind my back
Boy, Nigger, Thug

Inspired by The Champ
Like Kunta Kente
Forsaking his slave name
Opting for a chosen identity
Embracing his heritage
Ali the Great
King of the Rumble in the Jungle

Chanting Ali, Ali, Ali
Turning my back on Confirmation
My apologies to The Pope
The Vatican can do without another convert
I don't want another unwanted name

Aiding and abetting Kwame Ture
Killing Stokely Carmichael
Lynching Cassius Clay
Burying Dona Richards
Forsaking all my unwanted names
Deemed a kaffir,
aka kafir
Forgive me
For raising such a thorny subject

It's been piercing my heart for years
My people insulted, denigrated
Being black 'n beautiful
Their only crime
Subtle connotations
Houseboy, Sambo, natives,
Harsh expletives, obscenities, cuss words
Negro, kaffer
Unknowingly anointing me

Biko...