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!

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!

Number our days


Strength will bring eighty weighty years to wait upon us

Even though the days of our lives are seventy years, just

Teach us to number our days

And give us a heart of wisdom we pray

You are my sanctuary and my fort;

I rest under your wings oh Lord

The horror by night shall not stroke me,

The arrow by day will not spike thee

A thousand to my left may fall

And ten thousand by right

In the heat of the brawl

And pestilences in sight

No evil, no plagues will come near to you

Devastations and arrows will all be miscued

Your eyes shall see the reward of the impious

They stand in fear and are anxious

His guardian angels take charge over you; they stand up for you,

Not to dash your foot against a rock or a few

Upon the lion and the cobra you shall trample

Because of your love he will deliver you on ample

Because you know his name

A long life and salvation will be yours to claim!

Selah, think about it

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!