When Nelson Mandela took leave
In a chariot of fire
To the World Yonder
You could hear the world heave
...
Every year, everywhere
The world pauses
Not to ponder
linger or wonder
...
Happy with the world
He walks his dog
Both are well fed
Nothing bothers them
...
We have our Es'kia
World travelled
In our troubled days
Wielding his mighty pen
...
Anger born of hunger
In the land of plenty
Constipation for some
Hunger for the nation
...
In Africa death is a constant
Avoidable death is our shadow
A cursed halo around our heads
We die every moment in Africa
...
We are supposed to be there
But be inconspicuous
Like the air we feel
But cannot see
...
A South African Based in Limpopo One of Nine Provinces Work as a government communicator In Polokwane Capital of Limpopo Home is Tzaneen One of the major towns Of Limpopo I love literature I read all Poetry, Prose and Drama Write mainly poetry Working on a novel An anthology of short stories I am getting familiar With South African literature Available now that we are free Though book stores stock Europe and America Little or no South Africa or Africa Public libraries too Its like we are in America or Europe Hope to change it Through my writing And advocay)
Mandela
When Nelson Mandela took leave
In a chariot of fire
To the World Yonder
You could hear the world heave
The world's fears
Turned to tears
The world was crying
Reconciliation was frying
Mandela was peace
Gave love a face
Humanity
Strove for humility
Many years in prison
For what they called treason
Failed to break him
He stood firm
He remained a dove
The symbol of love
At his loss
The world turn and toss
Mandela is dead
Who will lead
On that date
We had a date with fate
Will his giant shoes fit
Will we match his stride
Grab his fallen spear
Continue his struggle without fear