Niki Nicholas Nkuna

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

Niki Nicholas Nkuna Poems

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