Niki Nicholas Nkuna

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

Niki Nicholas Nkuna Poems

161. The Bus Shelter Called Black And White 1/28/2014
162. Bright Star 1/28/2014
163. All The Things I Love And Fear * 6/11/2014
164. Pride 6/24/2014
165. The Spill 6/24/2014
166. An Indelible Mark 6/24/2014
167. The Struggle Is Perennial 6/24/2014
168. All Of A Sudden 6/8/2016
169. Superstition 6/24/2014
170. African Conscience 1/28/2014
171. Plunge 1/28/2014
172. Graveyard Fait Accompli 1/28/2014
173. End Of Evil Dance * 10/18/2013
174. Behind The Facade 10/18/2013
175. Going In And Out Empty Handed 5/14/2013
176. Awaken By The Gong! 5/14/2013
177. An Albatross * 9/2/2013
178. Living By Chance 5/14/2013
179. All People Of Various Kinds 5/14/2013
180. If I Were A Woman 5/14/2013
181. A Complicated Book To Read 7/11/2012
182. Apartheid In The Ring 7/6/2012
183. God Is Playing A Game Of Dice With Humanity 2/10/2012
184. Beyond Wishful Thinking And Regrets 5/14/2013
185. Fatherless Child 9/2/2013
186. Nina Simone 5/14/2013
187. Snake In The Grass * 10/18/2013
188. Namib Desert 2/14/2012
189. Puberty 6/24/2014
190. The Force Of Gravity 2/10/2012
191. The Matriarch 12/17/2013
192. Beauty Today, Ugly Tomorrow 4/16/2012
193. Lost Identity 2/9/2012

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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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A Smile

I see the head of a vicious snake in the bubble of a smile,
I see the face of an angel in the bubble of a smile,
I see a chameleon changing its colour,
Slowly into black and then to red and vice versa,
I see a blanket tapestry on the playground,
Children jumping on it,
Into its varying colours, alternating,
Some colours are distasteful, others are sweet,

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