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!

In the shadow of a Giant


A tribute to Baby Jake Matlala

 

As the world stands in mourns

And as his life’s walk adjourns

After the setting of his sun

We bow our heads in awe

And say ‘goodbye’ with deep heart sore

 

But during this desperation

We focused on all his stations

That grabbed the eyes of all the nations

 

And we missed the sad ‘goodbye’

Of another boxer guy

The weighty champion of the fly

 

It seems he was a shadow

It seems Baby Jake was a skim

Of the greater scheme

 

He followed right behind him,

But no-one saw him

He walked right beside him

But no-one noticed him

He followed ever so quietly

Therefore no-one heard him

 

The great respect that he’s worthy of

Comes from those that’s closer off

As we say ‘goodbye’ to Baby Jake

He went in the shadow of a heavy weight

Farewell Tata Madiba


At ninety five we say goodbye

With heartfelt pain and miserable sigh

Not because we don’t want to let you go

But you will be missed for sure

You lived your life, but you did not yet

Sixty seven you gave away

This is the number of your days

That you were willing to let go

To fight hard for your people so

You had this huge fortitude

 Of forgiveness and forgo

I guess you realized this long ago

But now its time to rest at best

We bid a fare well to you

And hope you rest in peace and zest

 You sacrificed your family time

And always seemed to smile a dime

This had been a long walk sir

Now we wave you on your way

To freedom you have finally found

For those left behind, we will pray

Viva, amandla!

Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela

Repost of The Sweetheart of Qunu


In less than one month, time will take him past ninety 94,
But right now the world waits together in awe
As the sweetheart of Qunu lays in infirmary so weak,
So humble in unity, together lays and kneel the meek.
Seeking and asking and praying they speak
For him to gain strength and health and return home after weeks
The sadness, the anger, the frustration, the fear,
Is this a sign that his end is near?
The rainbow, the nation, the nobel, the peace and the prize,
Will another like him arise to be as wise?
We cannot expect that he live forever,
Even the great men who endeavor…
Have to say ‘goodbye’ one time or another,
and make way for another brother to be discovered!

Weather Malformed


As the storms hit the Western Cape

They all try to make

A great escape

But it was a bit too late

It’s building to an emergency state

As the rain came down

With thunderous sounds

We were all in house bound

And the walls were shaking from the ground

In a nervous state we were found

This weekend’s floods

And falls of muds

Did Pretty much

Scare us As such

As roads were smudged

It’s taken us by storm

It’s beyond our summer norm

We had to stay in our dorms

Round this time it’s normally warm

Seems like the weather’s malformed

Oh please send help

Where is Michael Phelps

To reach out to the shouts of yelps

As the roads start to melt

We have to save the whelps

Thank you at last

With one siren blast

The weather man forecast

That it had now come to pass

We can finally hold on to the mast

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