She like childhood sand
Giggles like perpetual tickles
My friend without confinement
Of time space or background.
...
First time I met you, all yellow and blue
You dared me to pronounce your name
All entangled with my tongue it fell out a mess;
the beginning had come.
...
I’ve been messed up
Not knowing where to begin
Or when the end was gonna come
...
I HIDE BEHIND ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING
I HIDE BEHIND MY BEDROOM WALL
ALL WHITE AND SO THICK
I HIDE BEHIND MY RADIO, SO SMALL
...
Nomsa
She like childhood sand
Giggles like perpetual tickles
My friend without confinement
Of time space or background.
She brought into my life
Laughter like school holidays
Thousands of smiles and a billion words
Cape Town and the whole coast came tagging along
Often times challenging my life
But mostly helping me iron out
The very creases of my badly wrinkled living.
Me, confined by silence
She, by fears of abandonment
Both, products of broken homes.
She comes with the knowledge of freedom
That’s found in God, discovering yet still confused
I hold on to her God who is becoming mine
And visions of freedom that’s becoming a reality….finally.