Siyabonga A Nxumalo
Siyabonga A Nxumalo (South Africa)
Biography of Siyabonga A Nxumalo
Siyabonga A Nxumalo Poems
I Am An African
Not because im black. But because my heart warms And tears run down my face When i think about AFRICA.
Home Sweet Home
Dusty roads greeted me With a smile. Welcoming me back, I'm home,
Across These Oceans....
You are my brother, Even though we're Miles apart.
I Am Me!
I am unique, an irreplaceable human being. The first me and the last. I am God's creature, no one will ever replace me.
The sound of your voice Echoes in my mind day and night, Its like a sweet lullaby.
I though it was triumph. I rejoiced thinking Our suffering was gone.
A Poem For Her!
I can smell the Nice scent, of a Freshly cut grass.
I Was Born...
I was born to be a dark horse, Not a misfit. I was born to be a hero,
Hours passed by, Days quickly ran by, Weeks waved their goodbyes in a hurry, Months slowly went by, smilling and fading away.
It is only a phase, Like clouds tomorrow It will be gone.
Campaigns have begun, All of a sudden they care a Great deal about us... Ha! ha!
Show Me My Africa!
Show me my origin... Show me my land... Show me my Africa...
The hills and stones Are still the same my love, But my life has changed.
Those tears running Down your face, Will cease.
Yesterday planned our meeting,
Shoved aside our joys and loughter,
Threw our happiness away and
Presented us with sorrow.
We sorbed and sorbed,
Floods of tears making
Marks on our cheeks and hearts.