Rumble in the jungle


Someone asked, do you know his other name?
He had another name for fame?
Maybe his first name did not last?
Cause when he fought, he moved too fast

He went by the name Cassius Clay
If I may.
Are they not two?
That’s what I knew?
Now I know he is one.
But at this hour he’s gone.
It sad, to say goodbye,
To find out that he died.

Went Ali bowed out to his crowd
Was the same moment
When Cassius Clay passed away
But that was his omen

Remembering rumble in the jungle
Remembering the rope a dope
Remembering Ali

Purple day


It was a purple day
When the Prince had to pay
His life forward for the Queen to stay

Did the Prince die of flu,
Or did his contract become overdue
Well, who can say, we have not a clue

Just like a purple nebular
The world says goodbye to a star
It was probably ‘his time’ by far

While at the grounds of castle,
It’s a matter of birthday planning
And down in the park,
It’s a matter of estate planning

Dressed in flowers so royal purple
Just like the ‘rain’ in Niagra’s ripple
The lady, the first have a smile no dimples

Michael went in June of two double o nine,
Prince in March, when the doc said he was fine
And Liz keeps on going, no stopping on her mind

Did the queen choose the day of the prince?
Did the prince take the place of the queen?
With Michael and Michelle in between!

I lay my head down


Where do I lay my head down tonight?

Will we have a pillow fight?

Do i go down or give it all my might?

Or do i walk away and out of sight?

 

Fight all you have to, but don’t you bite!

They will try and give you a fright,

But keep your friends close and enemies in sight.

Stick together from dusk till the break of light

 

State of Proudly South Africa?


Why so disruptive?
Is this the country where we live?

Will he pay back the money?
For his Nkandla of milk and honey?

Whose the speakers?
What do they know?
Is this how we will grow?

They make our country look bad
And this is something very sad.

With guns blazing in parly
They kicked out Julius Marley
Who are these people
Shouting honourable loudly
What happened to South Africa’s proudly

The world looked upon us
We’ve become laughing stock
A fighting democracy!
A fighting country!

Banana republic or what?


With eyes on our country

Let’s vote in the monkeys

Like banana republic,

He does it again

First with the arms deal

And now it’s Nkandla

All zuma’s scandals before the ELECTION

 

But he’s got a small puppy that continues to bark

And Makes statements from out of the dark

I shudder to think of watch dog mantashe

He’s like j-z’s very own talashe

But let them beware, just ask mr gwe- there

What they do here’s

Clearly not clear

 

With no education

They run this rainbow nation

From one tree to one tree

He continues to mimic Mugabe

The one from Harare

No one can (re)move him, but fair is not fair

Wait and see


Who do I choose?

And why do I vote

How do I choose?

 

And where do I cross

Do I jump on the boat?

And cast my vote

 

This is the day

It’s the seventh of May

Do they give their power away?

 

Who will take the seats?

Is this an election to beat?

Who will admit defeat?

 

Will Nkandla lead to change?

Will the DA take the charge?

Will Julius and his fighters continue to march?

 

Where will the born frees be

Maybe this is not for me

We’ll have to wait and see

Nurturing Love


Nurturing Love.

Love comes with no terms – it comes with no conditions
Love comes with no but(s) or maybe(s) – it has no if(s), no formulae.
Love is enduring; love wants to let it be!
Love is timeless, it’s under no watch – love’s not time’s fool
No time can take it away, if it can – you have never loved!
Love is not bound by time – love is unconditional
Not here today and gone tomorrow
Look after it well for your love to grow
Love needs to be nurtured –
Or else it will stagnate – or even hibernate
One morning you might think it too late
Assurance advises to think it not –
Love never gives up; it is an ever-fixed mark
Plan the dates to be nice, even at a price to sacrifice
Do not end the romance – use it until the end
Love acquire and love require
Love acquire trust and love require sacrifice at times even a little compromise
They say compromise is wrong
But for the right reason, compromise can be extremely strong
If I be big and strong, but have no love, I will be alone and wrong
Be it that I have might and fame, but lacks love – I’d be just a sight of shame
If I give to the poor, or give my life – without love it means none
Love is so patient and love is so kind, it is so unselfish and so very fine
It does not boast of what it’d done, it does not want the best spot in the sun
Love is righteous, truthful, bearable, believing, hopeful
Love is humble – Love is to help one that might stumble
We should have faith, we should have hope, but best of all we should have love!