Niki Nicholas Nkuna

Rookie - 52 Points (1957/01/09 / BURGERSFORT (Leeufallei farm or Ga- Makwakwasi))

Niki Nicholas Nkuna Poems

121. Close To These Bitter Threats And Sweet Traps Of Life 10/18/2013
122. Anxiety Rising With The Passing Of Days And Nights * 10/18/2013
123. Hope For A Miracle * 10/18/2013
124. Cause Of Fear In The Long Run 10/18/2013
125. No Place To Hide Except In The Familial Cool Shade * 10/18/2013
126. A Pleasurable Extent Of A String 10/24/2013
127. The Colossus 12/17/2013
128. Flash Of Love 12/18/2013
129. Before The Kiss Of Death 1/28/2014
130. Bulge 1/28/2014
131. Conception Of Jesus Christ 1/28/2014
132. Dearest Ones * 1/28/2014
133. Deception 1/28/2014
134. Denied Wings 1/28/2014
135. Excitement * 1/28/2014
136. Farm Owner 1/28/2014
137. Flick Of Light 2 1/28/2014
138. Flick Of Light 1 1/28/2014
139. I Wish Everyday Could Be Like Christmas 1/28/2014
140. I’m Rooted To The Ground By Nature 1/28/2014
141. Love’s Weight 1/28/2014
142. My Precious School Shoes 1/28/2014
143. Myriad Sprouts Of Life’s Excitement 1/28/2014
144. Niggling Truth 1/28/2014
145. Otiose 1/28/2014
146. Out Of Sight, Out Of Mind, Out Of Concern And Caring 1/28/2014
147. Pain 1/28/2014
148. Pieces Of Lust 1/28/2014
149. Potent Knowledge 1/28/2014
150. Slough 1/28/2014
151. Song Of The Guitar String 1/28/2014
152. Sting Was Slant 1/28/2014
153. Team 1/28/2014
154. Taken For A Ride 1/28/2014
155. The First Encounter 1/28/2014
156. V8 Smash 1/28/2014
157. The Sound And Flash Lights Will Definitely Annoy 1/28/2014
158. Trample Of The Meek Souls 1/28/2014
159. After All That’s What She Would Wish For Me 1/28/2014
160. Beautiful Wishful Thinking 1/28/2014

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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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The Departed Spirit

The eclipse of the sun came suddenly,
Like power failure at night,
The only sign was the roar of a motorbike,
Whose sound was cut off,
To welcome the sound of gun fire,
And then suddenly started again,
Roared off like the sound of a fly,
Slowly subsiding as it flies away into oblivion,

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