Niki Nicholas Nkuna

Rookie - 48 Points (1957/01/09 / BURGERSFORT (Leeufallei farm or Ga- Makwakwasi))

Niki Nicholas Nkuna Poems

1. ‘for Goodness In Another Life’ 5/14/2013
2. ‘i' 2/13/2012
3. ‘who Are You? ' 4/16/2012
4. A Complicated Book To Read 7/11/2012
5. A Faint Remembrance Of Two Boys Of 5 And 6 Years Old 5/14/2013
6. A Fait Accompli Indeed! 10/18/2013
7. A Fly-Venus Trap In The Silence Of The Day And Night 5/14/2013
8. A Pleasurable Extent Of A String 10/24/2013
9. A Roller Coaster Of Kings 7/11/2012
10. A Smile 2/9/2012
11. Acquisitions Grow, Worry In Tow 3/15/2012
12. Africa! 5/14/2013
13. African Conscience 1/28/2014
14. After All That’s What She Would Wish For Me 1/28/2014
15. All Of A Sudden 6/8/2016
16. All People Of Various Kinds 5/14/2013
17. All The Things I Love And Fear * 6/11/2014
18. An Albatross * 9/2/2013
19. An Indelible Mark 6/24/2014
20. An Unlucky Soul 5/14/2013
21. Anxiety Rising With The Passing Of Days And Nights * 10/18/2013
22. Apartheid In The Ring 7/6/2012
23. Appreciation For The Gift Of Survival 9/2/2013
24. Awaken By The Gong! 5/14/2013
25. Beautiful Wishful Thinking 1/28/2014
26. Beauty Today, Ugly Tomorrow 4/16/2012
27. Because I Am Living 5/14/2013
28. Before The Kiss Of Death 1/28/2014
29. Behind And Outside The Dark Cloud 5/14/2013
30. Behind The Facade 10/18/2013
31. Beyond Wishful Thinking And Regrets 5/14/2013
32. Bright Star 1/28/2014
33. Broken Bread Winner’s Spinal Cord 5/14/2013
34. Bulge 1/28/2014
35. But No One Knows How Far * 10/18/2013
36. By God’s Design 5/14/2013
37. By The Road Side Under The Veranda 4/11/2012
38. Cause Of Fear In The Long Run 10/18/2013
39. Close To These Bitter Threats And Sweet Traps Of Life 10/18/2013
40. Conception Of Jesus Christ 1/28/2014
Best Poem of Niki Nicholas Nkuna

Lost Identity

I can't live free, one way or otherwise,
I'm tied permanently by my legs, hands, heart and mind,
The psychology of slavery,
I do everything willingly, happily in form of lost identity,
I revel in the form of lost identity,
I believe I enjoy every moment of my life in the mosquito net,

My culture has become a tag of ridicule,
Despicable and a shame to wear,
I believe I'm cultureless and free,
Yet I'm caught in the foreign spider web,
I'm a soccer player in a match,
Yet I play with no one,
I kick the ball to either side, annoying and pleasing ...

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A Smile

I see the head of a vicious snake in the bubble of a smile,
I see the face of an angel in the bubble of a smile,
I see a chameleon changing its colour,
Slowly into black and then to red and vice versa,
I see a blanket tapestry on the playground,
Children jumping on it,
Into its varying colours, alternating,
Some colours are distasteful, others are sweet,

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