I Say Never Untill I Can Smell A Victory! ! ! Poem by MTHOKOZISI NTOKOZO MAPHUMULO

I say never
I say never ands never again
Devil is the liar and Lord is the Master
He came to me when I was very young
He turn my family and relative into hypocrats

He made them my true enemy
But I resist
I did not do that because I was hungry
I did that because I was driven by the holy spirit

Invisible man
Tell yourself that I know
I know that there has been always a war between you and my Lord
I know that man is mediam of interaction betwen them
Never again shall I kill my sister, my mother, brother, father, relative or any person because of you
I know that you are powerless
You seek glory of God to me
Why don't you Go and withdraw it to God yourself

This time is mytime
This time is God's time
My God is a holy Giant
He is not addicted to blood
Why there shall be always noisy and uprupt talk where there is you
Why shall people go hungry and perish where there is you.
Tell your heart forget about me
Tell your heart forget about me
There are as many stupid idiuolaters outside
Why don't you go and join them
That because you have finished about their lives
Now you want my very last breath

I said foreget
Go ahead.. make my mother to swear me
Go ahead make people to hate me
Go ahead hate me
Go ahead take all my property
Go ahead kill me
But never agaimn shall I forget my Lord
I shall raise up and overcome the grave


My God is wothy to be warshipped
Untill I can smell the victory

On an uphill road ahead
gawking at me,
A few twists and turns
lay inaudibly.
From a combat that just be,
A speck of massive dust
floats by in the air.
My eyes tuned up far
in the distance with
my head camouflaged
In the cloud of ashes.
I struggle to breathe,
Yet in the midst of it all,
I smell victory...

Million miles ahead
Are steady strides taken
without sweat,
Voices in my head
From crowds on either side
Chanting and cheering.
Fuzzy dreams and vague
Visions in my mind
Refuse to die,
Living and breathing every
ounce of strength in me...
Life's twists and turns
Are as sharp as a blade
cutting through me like a knife.
Endlessly I bleed from this anguish,
I am weary and exhausted
yet in the midst of it all,
Smell victory that shouts
From within my brawn.
Weak yet still trodding,
Visualising the end that's near,
Sniffing and detecting it
Like a fog of smoke floating
In the air.
Victory is near! , victory is here! ,
I smell victory....


By Langelihle Maphumulo and Mthokozisi Maphumulo