Niki Nicholas Nkuna

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

Niki Nicholas Nkuna Poems

161. The Colossus 12/17/2013
162. The Dance 2/10/2012
163. The Day Seemed To Be Far From Coming * 10/18/2013
164. The Departed Spirit 2/10/2012
165. The Fight! 2/10/2012
166. The First Encounter 1/28/2014
167. The Flag 9/2/2013
168. The Force Of Gravity 2/10/2012
169. The Line 2/13/2012
170. The Magnet Of Pretention 2/28/2012
171. The Matriarch 12/17/2013
172. The Messiah 3/7/2012
173. The Promised Land 2/28/2012
174. The Sound And Flash Lights Will Definitely Annoy 1/28/2014
175. The Spill 6/24/2014
176. The Struggle Is Perennial 6/24/2014
177. The Titanic 7/6/2012
178. The Trap Too Far And Near 7/11/2012
179. The Uninvited White Carriage 2/16/2012
180. They Are Down There 7/11/2012
181. To Be Great Is No Child's Play 2/28/2012
182. Trample Of The Meek Souls 1/28/2014
183. Two Worlds 3/20/2012
184. Unrepentant Guilty Conscience 3/20/2012
185. V8 Smash 1/28/2014
186. Wayward Believe 10/18/2013
187. We Know… 10/18/2013
188. What You See In Me Is In You * 10/18/2013
189. What You See Is What You Sweat * 10/18/2013
190. Where Were You? 10/18/2013
191. Winds Of Change 3/7/2012
192. Wish To Hear My Voice In The Mist 10/18/2013
193. Witchcraft 3/7/2012
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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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,

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