In my Summer Rain

My brethren, Mtebele – the work he produces stems from the ideology that a nation should not preach freedom rather practice it’s preaching’s, which will inevitably bring up the quality of life for all. Take a moment and paint yourself with his colourful words that you may be able to project an image that brings forth understanding, broadening perspectives of those who stare from a distance.   Dear Alexandra Township I am the son of this gutter, The breadwinner that hustles for butter. I am not religious But I want to be your living testimony, I am not political Hence I don't believe in the power within me. You and I were conceived in the dark We grew up in the dark That is why we are from a Black community. Our fathers fought in the dark Fighting for light - They fought for their freedom But won ours. They then gave us power And yet control our electricity. All the corrupted bastards are all seen as stars While our role models are rotting behind bars. ...

This piece was composed during a time of obtrusive circumstances, a time when I felt somewhat defeated, and being constructive was harder to bare than labour, the agony dripped from my pores as though I had undertaken to keep fit, a commitment I had not commissioned for. Judge me not for I am merely a man. I cannot take full credit for this piece & I would like to take this opportunity to thank my ''co-writer'' Marleina Matsinhe for lending me the key to her mind which opened doors that led to the final product of what you're about to read - Step into our world. Words perish like the flesh on a carcass buried six feet underground through time but the actions of modesty, truth and courageous deeds linger on in my mind of those who I have been privileged enough to have crossed paths with. I am merely a man, a man with a vision, stumbling as I journey through life. I’ve learnt & even got burnt a few times but never have I lost sight of what is to beco...

Dedicated to a very special lady who has touched my soul through her eminent words which gave birth to florescent imagery & heartfelt emotions I read the pieces written by this Godly mind & found myself wondering in her amazing garden of metaphors, similes, personifications, alliterations, oxymoron's etc which bore rich healthy fruits of knowledge - I am complete Serene is her voice like a new born baby’s smile   The tranquility I get every time she speaks Paints vivid pictures of a place so distant in my mind I have not felt like this in a while I am in love with the feeling C’est si bon Makes me for a fleeting moment forget bout my many realities Which have drawn first blood to my fantasies Keeping from me, the sight of incredible wonders that lay hidden near by Dare I dream again? To hoist my sails & venture these relationship seas To an island where treasures be, enchanted I am By such a land, I seek to find the chest that carries t...