May Day.....May Day..... Poem by Nkululeko Mdudu

hi guys I want to create my own poetry as I always dreaming to own my own please help me guys.i can speak Xhosa English as now I am in Johannesburg studying information technology

yhooo madoda ndayithanda lento uyibhale apha yandivusa qho njalo

whenever a person doesn't understand a poem of mine, I take them back to the context of the poem. This one(as the tittle might suggest) is about a plane that is flying from Europe to Hong Kong. the story of the poem and the plane itself is quite simple and it originated from the real life doccumentary: May Day; which plays on thursdays at 11pm on SABC 2 or 3. I was watching this feature about the plane and how it crashed when it hit me, life sometimes is like the flight of a plane; hence we find the context of the poem. although one may have plans for ones like(like a flight plan) , one cannot say where or when the forces of nature or the forces of knowledge will change their course. in this particular flight, the pilot let his kids play with the thrusters which control the planes movement[the metaphor here being that when things are easy for us we get too comfortable and we sometimes let others take control of things that we ourselves must do(like our destinies) and that we must be careful that they don't mess up where no mess ups are needed]. What the pilot didn't know, or what he didn't realise was that the auto pilot which was meant to fly the plane for him while he took a rest had shut down temporarily and his son was then Actually flying the plane, the plane then took an exceedingly sharp turn and through the panic and gravitational pull, they begged the boy to try and turn the plane the other way but(had they only known) all he had to do was let go off the thrusters and the plane would have turned right on its own. There is also the message of 'don't spoil your kids too much, and definitely don't let them control you' and with that comes the sorrow of having killed over 75 passangers; along with the kids all because he no one knew when to let go. this brings us to the last chapter or lesson of the poem which is that when you make the mistake of letting people do things that are meant for you, simply allow them to get away from the controls and things will come right on their own.

Nicely put. Enjoyed the read.