Ntshima Poem by Ntshima Ramokone

Ntshima

What a brand name
Confuse all people
Around him
I was confused too
As I had known him in 2008
From my fellow African angles
One from Zambia
One from Nigeria,
Nobody could live without him
Any trouble of the nation is put on him
But they blame him on good
For bad

They want to take over what God gave him
By coping his style as they do really love it
They said he came with a jacket
But they are the one who are holding its tip
He is so sole
And rich of powerful soul
As he is God’s son
Returning God’s innocents
Actually they are too short to box with God
He got one life to live so he won’t
Let a day to disappear
Even though he sees the invisible

They try to destroy his future on campus
As they had already seen his purpose
To make his parents to lose hope
On him, is that ok?
Look, they even find out in their daily book of dreams
Cause he is so connected with them
“But the judge is my God”

They try to cook it but they will never reach their will
As he is really their stable food meal,
That could be cooked,
But not to play with
When you are not hungry

They criticised him before
Now they pretend to make an outside friend show
While they really have an inside enemy no show
Which is really what he is looking for
So he doesn’t actually enjoy it
Cos they are really not showing the show
He paid for nothing, no show
for him, a fake happiness
Which is just like hell
With no heal



He signs no deal
With an enemy as he is too real
He do what he have to do
To do what he want to do

He tried to keep his enemies close
But they just run away from him
As he repels anything
Not good like the ocean
Which is always clean as a virgin

But he got the convent with God
Who needs us to pray
Who is always his defence

He serves as an instrument of God who knows all your problems
He is related with church
He makes any simple catch
Even though you don’t have that cash

Nothing can attract him except love
As he is such a loving-kind
But he is not that kind of a common wrestle mania
WWE! RAW, ye he is Umaga, hell with ye,
He is not that kind
But he is kind
He is a real soulja boy
Not hell boy
As his duty is to built
Not to break for no reason

He is changing the World
Which is losing its Wild
While they put sins with too much load
Upon him to pressure his Lord

Never try to rob him
As he will tie you with a rope
And give you a beef rap
As he is so dope
With hope

Or give him the blow
As he will give you an amazing flow
To remember the amazing race
While you are in the amazing grace
As he is too fanatic
But fantastic

“God I’m so thankful”