Sarah Mkhonza Quotes
''When you see a dark corner, flash a light to someone. They will catch it and shine it back. The world will be brighter and better after you leave.''Thanks to my teachers and the work they did in me. Mrs. Mdwara, Gordon Thomas, Obita Skhosana, Malachi Makhubela 'The Old Timer', and others.
''The power of a loud sneeze is not in who did the sneezing but, but how far it is heard.''Reach out and change the world. Write and not talk because that will be read everywhere. Viva Poets and Writers!
''Develop webbed feet because you can walk on land and water.''In honor of the ducks and what they teach us.
''Do not sing into someone's ear. Whisper or they will push you away.''Being humane
''Power-steering your life. You are the driver. Fuel it with words of power and not make your circumstances drain you. In you is a power force.''Power
''When you hear the lowveld sentinel run. There will be no excuse for you heard it.''self
''When joy becomes a rare commodity, whisper the word into the sand. It will answer back as it did in the past. For that is when you saw joy, for you looked hard into the sand. And sprinkled joy all over with your feet,''self.
''Your hand has five fingers, which all turn when you turn the key that opens the door and lets you in. Your team can work like your hand.''self
''Don't bite too deep into a peach or you will break a tooth.''Sarah Mkhonza
''When love sinks, it sinks deep. When it rises it rises real high. Watch out for the signs of sinking.''self
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Behind The Quarrels Of Our Clan
Behind the clashes of our clan
Stands one woman who is as tall
As she is as thin and destructive.
Let us call her Getrude for I guess
That is closest, in names, to how she
Could be named.
So sly is she that she whispers into
Every ear and the lies she tells go
In and leave their prey so cold that
You can see the beginning of a wintry
Wind blowing on the head of the person
She last visited.
So wicked is her heart that it glows
Like the lava falling out of an active
Volcano. Like lava falling into the land
Her talk wiggles itself around ...
The Time I Never Lived
It was raining blows.
It was mincing words.
It was bouncing on me.
It was grinding me.
It was bashing me.
It was painting me.
The whip of her words
Turning me this way and that,
Pushing me away always.