Niki Nicholas Nkuna

Rookie - 19 Points (1957/01/09 / BURGERSFORT (Leeufallei farm or Ga- Makwakwasi))

Niki Nicholas Nkuna Poems

121. Not Because It Had Soft Hands * 10/18/2013
122. On The Knowing Side Of Things To Happen 5/14/2013
123. Only God Knows 5/14/2013
124. Otiose 1/28/2014
125. Out Of Sight, Out Of Mind, Out Of Concern And Caring 1/28/2014
126. Pain 1/28/2014
127. Pie In The Sky * 10/18/2013
128. Pieces Of Lust 1/28/2014
129. Playing The No Fear Game 3/15/2012
130. Ploughing The Field 10/18/2013
131. Plunge 1/28/2014
132. Potent Knowledge 1/28/2014
133. Pride 6/24/2014
134. Puberty 6/24/2014
135. Questions I’m Afraid To Answer! 10/18/2013
136. Rage 10/18/2013
137. Red Blot In My Biography 10/18/2013
138. Regret 2/13/2012
139. Sane Voices 5/14/2013
140. Saturday 10/18/2013
141. Scared Of One Side Of Their Being * 10/18/2013
142. Secrets Are Alive 3/28/2012
143. Slough 1/28/2014
144. Smudge Of The Stupid Things Said And Done * 10/18/2013
145. Snake In The Grass * 10/18/2013
146. Song Of The Guitar String 1/28/2014
147. Speeding To Catch The Mist 4/17/2012
148. Stamp Of Presence 9/2/2013
149. Sting Was Slant 1/28/2014
150. Stooges 2/15/2012
151. Streams Of Rivers 2/14/2012
152. Striving For The Comfort Line * 10/18/2013
153. Summer Time In South Africa 3/27/2012
154. Superstition 6/24/2014
155. Taken For A Ride 1/28/2014
156. Team 1/28/2014
157. The Bitter End 2/15/2012
158. The Bullet That Knows The Truth * 10/18/2013
159. The Bus Shelter Called Black And White 1/28/2014
160. The Colossus 12/17/2013
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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