Musa Gift Masombuka

Rookie - 429 Points [Poeticboy] (1998 April 1st / Dennilton)

Musa Gift Masombuka Poems

1. Candle In The Wind 4/17/2015
2. Cry Of A Baby 4/17/2015
3. Deeper Than Poetic 4/17/2015
4. Don'T Sleep 4/17/2015
5. Elegy 4/17/2015
6. Fire 4/17/2015
7. From The Glowing Face Of My Principal 4/17/2015
8. If I Had Words To Describe You 4/17/2015
9. Johannesburg 4/17/2015
10. Let It Rain 4/17/2015
11. Let Me Die Not 4/17/2015
12. My Parents Kept Me From'so-Called' Friends 4/17/2015
13. Teenagers' Prayer 4/17/2015
14. Three Words 4/17/2015
15. When You See Them Smile 4/17/2015
16. You'Re A Perfect Flower 4/17/2015
17. What If Writing Took A Break? 4/17/2015
18. When I Remember 4/17/2015
19. Divorce 4/17/2015
20. Playtime In Bed 4/17/2015
21. Been There Done That 4/17/2015
22. A Letter To An Abandoned Son 4/17/2015
23. Maybe God Made A Mistake 4/17/2015
24. Answer Me! 4/17/2015
25. Picture Wife 4/17/2015
26. Death Of An Icon 4/17/2015
27. If Inly Spirits Could Talk And Be Seen 4/17/2015
28. I Foolishly Let Her Go 4/17/2015
29. In My Home There Is A Sangoma 4/17/2015
30. Story Of My Life 4/17/2015
31. Poetic Mixtape 4/17/2015
32. This Feeling 4/17/2015
33. If You Were Not Born 4/17/2015
34. Hey! ! ! 4/17/2015
35. When I'M Gone 4/17/2015
36. Teenagers' Love 4/17/2015
37. I Wish I Was Still Young 4/22/2015
38. Why Do We Make Them Suffer 4/28/2015
39. Reminisce 5/5/2015
40. Corners 5/10/2015

Comments about Musa Gift Masombuka

  • Willfred Seliba Lungile (9/4/2015 1:21:00 PM)

    Yoh! 53 Poems. Good Work poi.

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Best Poem of Musa Gift Masombuka

Not Afraid To Kill.

For ritual I will kill
For I want to heal
but myself is thrill
because alive I have to kill
And skin in real.

Why these medicines are made of me?
with contagious trees between the hills.
It is a treasure of gold
and platinum it has sold
as the sangoma explained.

Why blood we have to spill
like a witch have to cast a spell
illegally or we'll be in hell
and our mission not done well.

Why don't we have fear
to carve a man and hear
horrible sounds of help
when his manhood taken he yelp
and if gone forever
we will not ...

Read the full of Not Afraid To Kill.

The Night Trip

The road too long,
The bus too slow,
The weather too cold,
The night too dark.

The trip like an adventure,
exploring so many occupations.
You know those broom flights
and them those who sneak in sneakers to feed their hunger.

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