In my Summer Rain

WHO AM I I run Mother Nature beats her drum Who am I? I ponder under the piercing African sun I run Mother Nature beats her drum I am Um’Ndebele Zimbabwean seedling planted in the fertile Womb of a Swati Goddess I run Mother Nature beats her drum Ngi’fikhile cooked to perfection in the pot belly Of Um’Swati ngi ngu’Bani? I run Mother Nature beats her drum Ngi Ngu’Bandile abafana rooted like the African baobab tree   I run free Mother Nature beats her drum Lost in a system that not only strips me of my true identity I run Mother Nature beats her drum Originality paled causing strenuous efforts for I to act logically To follow my own beliefs & convictions I ran Mother Nature beat her drum because I was not me Bandile Ceo Masina (@Ozmic_B)

ESTEEM Sassy she is classy like the flow of a Caribbean Orchestra I’m left weak by the soothing voice of this Mediterranean authentic sister Now I know beauty is in the eye of the beholder This is why my blissful love grows greater every hour I’m graced by her presence which radiates impeccable confidence Every time she leaves it feels like I’ve committed a crime Admittedly I’m guilty as charged of a terrible sin my eyes do more damage than one would think Their accomplice, master mind, projects scenes of movies in ink Where miss pretty and I connect like the great chunnel from England to France What a ride I imagine it to be given the chance Can I surrender myself as her prisoner? For already I feel I’ve been captured In many ways than one In a million there is undoubtedly none for me but thee I just cannot bring myself to flee even if I wanted to This feeling, for if that is to be I’ll become empty Plagued by horrific misery plunged...

OUR MOTHER LAND Africa strong enough to walk amongst kings Africa my voice sings in praise about your doings Africa you provide Africa you divided Africa you are my pride From the dusty barren lands of your skin to your rich natural forest hair That bares fruit fit for GODS Africa my Mother Land there is no warmer touch than the one from your hand Natives wave hello from a far some try to stick their filthy paws in your cookie jar But you stand tall because you know who you are Africa my Mother Land! Your children dance to the rhythm of your djembe heartbeat Under the passions of the piercing heat Travelers in passing stop for a quick glance intrigued they see a chance To conquer what Africa my Mother land has given birth too With wicked ways they play tricks luring your children sparking their curiosity imaginary bribery Stripping them of freewill away they cross the tears of fallen nations with the seeds Of your deeds looking on helplessly A...

Merry Go Round Without the Marry   Who says true love does not exist guarded pessimist You long for it buried in optimism Seeking not finding Wrong places or timing just not right drifts across your mind Questions answers still no satisfaction Could we be so blind? It’s starring us right in the face BUT no we won’t invite it in and bask in its embrace Ragged in disappointment we walk around carrying resentment Quick to pass judgement Looking back at our many failed attempts Of pursuing long lasting relationships we drown ourselves To sleep in floods of tears as night falls Waiting silently for the day to call deceived all Will be well Much like the water cycle so are the days of our lives Bandile Ceo Masina (@Ozmic_B) In Between

CARVED IN EXPERIENCE From early childhood who knew I could Walk the path that many fear to tread if only they would Lessons come and go but experience remains once the dust settles in the plains A road traveled is another story told life unfolds Secrets revealed the journey begins I am a train driven by my brain on a soul searching campaign Powered by Zim-Swati blood running through my veins The manufactures of this great coach Steaming enthusiasm, imagination creativity & pride I venture the railways with an ignorant approach I was never given a user guide only the words enjoy the ride With that, years passed by quicker than speeding vehicles on the highway Yet I’m still led astray Across fields of green liquor bottles through dark relationship tunnels My lifelong learning journey continues down valleys of poverty                      ...