Looking Back To 2010

The national dream

a year marked with hopes and dreams
expectations and wishes
…individuals and nations waited
with baited breath
some sighing words of evil
waiting for a dream to ravel
time grew older life unraveled
a tale almost like a fairy tale
as the nation held arms
joined in the fiasco of a lifetime
and everybody who is worthy of life
became part of the greatest carnival
as Msanzi welcomed the world
feeding the universe with the rhythm of life
letting them drink from bosoms of hope.
the same hope that kept us alive…


Politricking minority

as the dream fade away
leaving memories and stories
to be told for generations to come
politicians continue to politrick
selling us nothing for the price of something
nothing has changed…
money is exchanged in family hands
mining rights and tenders
are still the centre of family discussions
in the prime political homes
from the nobodies to mining magnets
in a lightning time
the pres man continue to dance “Mchini wam”
while babies pop like balloons
then the madam and the bodyguard
just like Hollywood, this isn’t holly.
the ways of cheating continue to evolve


And as usual death steal it’s own

Shutting down the musical chord of
Busi Mhlongo whose enchanting voice
Has seen jazz at the rivers and lakes
Parks and theatres of our South…
Resting the feet of Rex Rabanye
While the musical voices
Fill up the Bloemfontein sky
And in the cold july
Coyete’s Stimela reached it’s station.

Molefi a fulara,
leaving his patients
waiting for nurses on strike.

in the eve of the world major event
death still tried to steal the limelight
taking from the world’s greatest man
Stealing a grand daughter

Minis from hell shut down
The breath of the school kids
In broad day light

The mighty Terry bowed down
And PAC continues to run out of soldiers
as Khoisan X takes his “X” somewhere else

Mo leseng morwa Shuping,
let him, his battle has been a holy one
as it can only be in love and war…

Many more saw the rise
But didn’t see the sun setting….

Many more great and lesser people
Took their final breath
Breaking our hearts as they remind us
That time is only a borrowed mechanism
And that even though we build empires
We will pass and only in history shall we stay
Reminding us that when it is all done
It is better to be remembered in good faith.


Striking in vain

Masses of nurses and teachers
Took to the street,
Abandoning their sworn duties
Teachers cheating children
Access to education
Because Richards won’t sign
Nurses toyi toyi,
As they toy with lives
Turning our hospitals to sanctuaries of death
Lied to by the divided unions
Whose motives is of deceptive nature

Many took to the street
Regrettably others took their last breath
As they wait for service
Services denied because of politics
The poor continue to feel
The wrath hand of the government
Despite the color of the head

Priorities are mixed up
We keep striking in vain
Calling swore words
As if we lost our minds
All in vain…
Or may be we did loose our minds!

Viva Vavi or vamoose

Yes, in the wake of tender fever
Who else can we call up
To stand tall and say something
Viva Vavi, but how long will you keep
us guessing, waiting, anticipating
like clouds of rains, your words promises
and we wait…calling your name
as unions confuses us
we hope you have a righteous sword
with which we can shut down
the mighty growing lies in this nation.
Stand tall and fight all righteous man
The time to level the battle ground is now.

The lost Stimela return to track

In the musical world
Great reunions give birth
To fresh new themes
A sign of hope
As great voices come together
Reminding us of time when
They whispered in the deep
This time the beloved train
Is sailing along the right track
Coasting graciously along
The boarders of Mzansi’s hearts

Phinda mzala,
Do it once more for the love of art
For the love of well thought rhythms
That shakes people’s bodies
While soothing their minds
While giving people some hope…

Survive once more
South welcomes the revival of
Songs of the south
The songs that never died
The sound that stood resilient
Even whilst burned
The sound that today we rejoice
And call our own

For your return we thank you
-Stimela- just like a steel train.



tic toc, another year burns out

seem just like yesterday
when we said the same thing
nothing really has changed
the walls are still the same
only a few faces grew pale
the sun still sets in the west
still rise in the east
rain still fall from the sky

it feels just like yesterday
when we danced
celebrating the end of a year
the heavy braais,
fire works
midnight prayers
praying for better days
in the year to come
and thanking for the positive
that the year has brought
some swearing
hopefully wishing that
this would become a better year

it all feels like yesterday
when we said good bye and hello
and we repeat again, and again
as if it really matters
with all our hearts we believe
this is a brand new day
with a set of new rules
and so we celebrate and pray
hoping this year will be the best
and so we keep on counting down

tic-toc, tic-toc another year burns out….!!