Thanks For.......... Poem by Siyabonga A Nxumalo

Thanks For..........

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I thought you have fallen,
I heard about you when
I was a todler.

Day in and out,
I felt your sharp
Claws cutting my flesh.

Mama wept everday,
Mentioning your name
As the source of our sorrows.
Source of our hardships
And being under privileged.

Like the walls of Jerico,
I thought you have fallen.

I thought we burried you,
Back in 1994, when we voted
For the first time,
But 18 years later,
Here you are.

I thought i was one
Colour in the colours of
The rainbow.

I had even forgot
There is black or white.
I had forgoten
I'm black,
You white......

Well thanks for the reminder.

I had forgoten i'm
Too black to train in
Your gym.

THANKS FOR THE REMINDER.

I had forgoten my hair
Are too black to be
Touched by your hands....

I'm even sorry...
I knocked at your salon...

Your smile nearly deceived me,
But i realised
It was just tears
Of the crocodile...

Our children share
The same desk at school,
Take the same bus to school,
Learn from the same teacher at school...

We buy from the same shop,
We fill up at the same garage,
We board the same plane...

I thought apartheid was
Dead and burried...

Well thanks for.....
THE REMINDER!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Pheko Motaung 15 March 2012

Wonderful you! And there are people who want us to believe that racism is dead in South Africa...

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Dead Leaf 16 March 2012

amazing poem.......top marks brother! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

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John Raubenheimer 16 March 2012

I was traveling once on a bus to Transkei and got talking to the guy sitting next to me. He said what a shame it was that our generation (I am 64 now) had missed the chance of getting to know one another as ordinary human beings while we were young. We were the lost generation, separated by Apartheid... I feel the pain in this poem and I beg you, don't be disheartened. We can achieve so much still. I write about that time because I grew up with it and have to come to terms with it now, but I am so hopeful every time I go home and see how things are now. God bless Africa.

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Actions can only act.... But words will always destroy, it all starts with these two words Black and White...... They both signify defferences, the both tell a story that we are different, now, bare with me that, whenever there are two things of different capacity, chances are, they are not on the same level of value, even if they are, but the fact that they are different, they will always behave unequal ugainst eachother, as this one, will think they more powerfull than there other Bra Siya, Rest assured brother, with all due respect... For as long as there are still evidence of tribalism in South Africa.... Racism will all stay the most powerful enemy to our lives, if you could study the environments of 3 universities in South Africa... There one in Johannesburg, the other in Free State, and the Other in Western Cape.. (Can't mention names) ..... You will see that Racism is yet to be defeated, I really admire the way you reflected it... Great way of expressing the concept, The_African_Son

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Phiwe Mbatha 17 June 2013

Funny thing is when we receive blood from the blood bank it is just red. Some lost great love because of this colour monster. Great poem, makes one very sad.

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Valsa George 14 May 2012

The pangs of apartheid run deep in every line of the poem. Human dignity transcends all barriers of color and creed. That is the truth! Great poem by the way.

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Jinal Oswal 21 March 2012

Black and white... A story that I have been reading and listening since I was a child... A color cannot separate people but sheer jealousy can... Lets stand up to be humans and live a peaceful life where we come together, eat, fight and live the best moments of life... Your pen, is mighty... Good one :)

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Unwritten Soul 19 March 2012

Apartheid, hmmm it never a real rule but cruel selfish rules... What's up with the skin color? there's white and black to argue? hey people like a ying yang white must have black than it will complete more than that, black is the elegant color :) so having black in your skin is like an elegant wrap your body i am maybe not black but there's no different black or white is just your physical but how's your soul you can be darker even you whiter outside... and the real you are what inside, because that one is what you can do the DNA is just encoding protein for your body survival Keep your voice up Siyabonga..the truth must come! I know i am no black but Hey Siya, you black and i love it there's no humanity line separating us Even you blue or purple we still together! -Unwritten Soul

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Dave Walker 17 March 2012

A really fantastic poem, a story that must be told. A fantastic write.

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