Jacques Sprenkie Mateya (September / Dennilton)

like a loyal parent
You devoted all your life in improving life of sons and daughters
Changed their typecast
To renovate their monotony
You have sharpen their IQ,
like a pencil sharpener
Erased their dullness like an eraser
And swipe it with common sense
its a comfort of my comforts to Praise you

You are like an oil machine
Never gets tied, decade to decades.
And you wisdom is not complete
Your pot doesn't run dry
You are ever-green for grazing
And the fountain of all times
In the being of my beings
I Praise you

You have seen apartheid era
You have hidden its heroes and heroines,
In your many pockets of wisdom
Injected them, with knowledge and wisdom
Like a chicken hiding its pullets and cockerels from eagle
You are role player in your game!
You shame faced yourself in the eyes of oppressor
A refuge for freedom fighters
in the being of my being
I praise you

You where born young as college
Willing to grow and now you are old
its a comfort to be comfortable
for my selfish success
I praise you

I have walked your streets
I have over-stayed and abused your kindness
And still you where very welcoming and friendly.
Each and every bread, which I put in this table.
I praise you

You are the father of many orphans
A husband to the widows
And the fountain of wisdom to the brainy
I have observed your actions and plaid your ways
I am inspired by your excellence!
And humbled like cat by your hambleness
And you can see me throughout like world.
i owe you? a praise
I praise you

You are a friend of your friends
And enemy of your enemies
You are the advisor to many
Guardian to none-guardians
You are a pillar and pillow of Limpopo.
You are in a heartland of its heart.

Today!
I praise you