Ofentse Mercy Hajane

Ofentse Mercy Hajane Poems

Lingering upon my walls,
Motionless.
Heavy clouds of souls mixing with the water below
Cold sense ran through my blood
...

Love eludes me my dear.
I've yet to taste its splendor.
I've yet to thrust hard and long into its mound.
And let its wet facade cascades over its fragrant skin.
...

I am an African child.
How do I know this?
Because I listen to sounds of life long lived.
Do not cite me any parchment of thine god,
...

I gave my name to a snake
Just to discipline of its sake
I never knew what it meant
But for reasons to unbend
...

"I'm afraid to live…"
Cried a woman
"In a world seized under the arms of those who proclaims themselves my superiors.
I am afraid to live,
...

Hark! Behold my welcome, dear one.
These halls did wait for thee.
Thy interest in my affairs is known...
(Please, take a seat.)
...

Verily, my parrot was most wise in his proclamation,
Though I must admit my faith did falter for a moment or two.

Ho, Raphael!
...

Verily, it is a thing of beauty, innit?
A vast wonder beyond the grasp of thy human mind.
Although,
I do not solely place blame upon thee.
...

Hark, who approacheth?

Pray tell,
must I speculate upon the identity of this wingless beast?
...

So! Son of men!
Do join us at our feastly table,
And lo, be filled with the sustenance that we have provided.
I do humbly welcome thee, and do offer a seat on which to recline.
...

Winter hast come,
And winter hast gone.
The blistering cold hast not lingered since then.
Sounds of the demented hast birthed laughter.
...

I see you gather before me...
hungry... terrified... Clutching your babes to your breast.
The rulers of the north has marched their legions into our lands... Laid siege to every fortress from here to the LeSo'tho Mountains…
Rabid and ravenous, they bite and bite away.
...

In yesteryear and wars of days gone,
In the great fall of men,
Demons arose from the loamy soil,
Casting piercing shadows and damning the wretched.
...

When time of penance is nigh,
So does shadows fades in the night.
When devils seeks the light,
All deeds they done of the most high.
...

The morning sun violently stabs the horizon
Colorful blood of light gushed from the sky.
Yellow,
Red,
...

Crazy winds whirls in my head.
My eardrums swollen, big as an olive
Metal clinking and cricking in my mind.
Guitar bursts the hearts of the forbidden.
...

17.

In silent suffering.
The cold tone of piano black stabs my soul.
Injecting darkness in its veins.
The ghosts of those I tortured,
...

Maloba ke dutse majweng ma'tle a lewatle.
Mehopolo ya dithero tsa bophelo baka
ya qhaleha fatshe jwalo ka ona moruo wa lefatshe.
E fata,
...

Come now child
Graveyards are not to be played in about,
Even fairies are fearful of their dark omen,
Suppose it's only right that you should too.
...

You are my abyss,
my shadow,
my darkness.
You are the master of my thoughts,
...

Ofentse Mercy Hajane Biography

Ofentse Mercy Hajane was reared in Munsieville; a little township located west of Mogalecity formerly known as Krugersdorp, just few kilometers off the outskirts of Johannesburg (Jozi) in 1992 the 23rd of April; under the sign of the mighty brave bull. He is currently residing in his birth place (his Afo-rui-ka) . Indeed a bull never leaves its kraal unless there’s a greener pasture out there. In 2010 he succeeded in finishing his 12th grade in Thuto-Lefa Secondary School. Like all restless post-matriculates he ventured into the world of work, where he got into a community project (CWP) . A year after he enrolled in a college (Westcol College) in pursue of a dream. Besides dreams do not come to those who wait for them to just pop up out of nowhere, do they? Each day is a step toward his final dreams. Although he enrolled in an engineering college, his love to study zoology makes him wonder if he had made a terrible mistake to fly over the lands of metal and machinery. Ofentse discovered his love for literature in his early years (How early? Let’s just say early enough) .Although arguerably with poetry, he had long love the idea of being a writer, a writer of anything as long as it could launch him out of the real world into a world he created. It was through reading short stories and novels that cemented the foundation of his love for poetry. Although he might not call himself a poet, (“I am no poet but an admirer of words”) but poetry is what bleach out his darkened days. Poetry indeed is what inks each an every step he takes a day. Also the lessons of Philosophy from great men’s like Credo Mutwa, Steve Bantu Biko, Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela, Gabriel Okara, Plato, Socrates and Aristotle and many others (the list wage beyond endless) , are his greatest inspiration. Not only poetry, novels or philosophy waters him with wonder, also the spectacles of Nature, the majesticity of art and paintings (African and Gothic art to be certain) and the world of science which deals with the very fabric of wonders, complexity within simplicity, Chaos theory and all of the Universe, is where he draws his inspiration from. He also suppose that the you, the me that Socrates on about, had finally revealed itself (Not that it has been hidden, but it has been hindered by men’s fear, atrocities, and religious norms.) through all of nature, either be animals or plants, poet or writers, singers or actors, artists or painters. They are all us, made into them. Through all of our works are pieces of hindered knowledge flecked wit a bit of a unique character, Ofentse’s; sprinkled with quite a lot of dark poetry, as one might say; Gothic poetry. To him it is an introduction of a reminder to people that fear could be mended into a beautiful thing, however you wish to put it, fear reside in all of us. So why fear “Fear” when could use it, make it our essential parts. Do remember that it is not always the flower that a rose looks so majestic, it is but its thorns that makes it so. So I welcome thee, dear wary reader, into my work. The work of simple scattered words, stringed together by a typical force of our universe, to pass forth a blank message, waiting to be painted by ye. Through thy imagination’s capacity, my words will momentarily be thine, the message, thine to conjure. Each story, either be true or fable, thine to venture. For some of these words are laced with dark energy (nothing to harm though) , some are just whimsical, some created with simplicity, some are questioning and questionable, some are just simply happy thoughts while others are as dull as a slow Sunday morning. Linger if thee might, and it would be my pleasure to tour thee into my little personal museum of thoughts. Just wary of little creature awaiting to pop up any time…. DO ENJOY THINESELF! !)

The Best Poem Of Ofentse Mercy Hajane

Living Things (Containers Of God)

Lingering upon my walls,
Motionless.
Heavy clouds of souls mixing with the water below
Cold sense ran through my blood
Knowing were they belong
Seems to petrify my glance
Victimizing my eased light soul
Darkening my darkness
Foolishly blinding my heart


My breath went shallow
The surface turned liquid
Drowning in sorrows of those who painfully seeks of souls
Philosophical mind controlling their urge
Faith talks evolutionizing their desire to steal away from those deemed not worthy
Devoid of Love nor Joy
Devoid of Choice nor Will
Devoid of life but life that undertook their mortal containers....! !

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Nicole Nolasco 20 September 2022

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