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!

South African SONA 2014


What will zuma bring to the table, 
Will he say that we are able?
Or that the economy is stable?
This year in parliament
Will it be blessings, Or lament?
Help us get through this again,
As they our taxes spend
As we wait for the state of the Nation Address
We wait and hear the head of congress.
His face seem so stressed, 
As he’s led us into economic distress.
They sing him praise right to his face,
But I just wish they’d cut to the chase.

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

Flying Up, then Down


With Shrien flying out

And coming back in

And Oscar being down

And saying he was up

And Dewani that is mental

And Pistorius’s emotions

 

Valentine and honeymoons

Suppose to be so special

But now the wife and girlfriend

Has gone to be celestial

Celestial beings,

Means they are now free

 

But the guys are still here

And with a great fear

The fear is so vast

Cause it’s a blast from their past

 

From Heathrow to Cape Town

And up and down

Both stand accused

But blame it on abuse

24 Years ago!


24 years ago. Who can forget this day?
Waiting for a man who knows about forgiveness even when in dismay
After 27 years, he is for given for being four hours late on this specific date
As he struggled to fix SA’s dire straits not forgotten, but forgiven for their past mistakes
He raised his right(s) hand in salute to the people who awaits
This marks an era to freedom without a pass
Gone are the days of the dompass from the past
Some waited for Six hours, others for longer
He devoted six decades and seven years more and it made him stranger.

I wish the African national’s top six can learn from this man

He believed in; “together we stand”
But divided they are now falling
And soon the Congress will start mourning
Four years times five marks the years that democracy is alive
Was not easy, nor without strive
Long live the giants of MK, long the freedom of this day!