Xolani Majola
Xolani Majola Poems
The fields look greener on the other side of time,
While others harvest gold, I'm learning how to sow.
Each step I take ahead births four I leave behind,
Yet something in my chest refuses to let go.
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Life is a river that does not ask permission to flow,
One breath you are the sun; the next, buried below.
She laughs like a mother, then turns like a blade,
And the brightest of mornings can birth the darkest of shade.
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Nobody warns you how quiet it gets before the mouth opens.
By nine, the corner boys already know your name, know which house you sleep in, which taxi you take to school, and they wait there anyway, plastic bags of white passed hand to hand like communion nobody asked to take. Down the road a girl who used to skip rope is stroking a stomach she didn't choose, and everyone calls it grown-up like it's a compliment.
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If today I closed my eyes and did not open them again,
would the world hold the shape of me, or simply swallow the rain?
Would they speak of the coat I wore, the title carved in stone,
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Here, gunshots bloom
like firecrackers on a feast day,
except the feast has no end date.
Every night a small independence,
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Xolani Majola Biography
Xolani Mario Majola, born on 24 April 2000 in South Africa, is an environmentalist and poet, an artist and a scientist at heart. He works to protect the natural world by day and writes about it by night, across poetry, drawing, music, and photography. His lens is most often turned toward nature, human behaviour, and the long history of civilization, and he believes the scientific mind and the artistic mind are asking the same questions in different languages. His love for writing began in 2014, though English did not come easily. He pushed through that struggle with the mentorship of his English teachers at Tongaat Secondary School, and his words gradually gained depth, giving rise to poetry and short stories with real weight. Between 2016 and 2017 he turned to rap, inspired by Lil Wayne and Drake, and learned the discipline of rhythm and lyrical storytelling. From 2018 to 2021 he devoted himself to producing Deep House music, while poetry stayed close to his heart. In 2022 he graduated with an Honours Degree in Environmental Science from the University of KwaZulu-Natal. Today his work in the field feeds his work on the page, and the page sends him back to the field. His poems deal with love, loss, inheritance, and the quiet cost of what we neglect. They also explore human existence, resilience, and the fragile balance between the tangible and the mysterious, both religious and otherwise. For Xolani, writing is his truest voice. He does not write for profit; he writes to inspire, to heal, and to illuminate the shared human experience. Conservation is his daily practice and poetry is his daily confession, and both rest on one belief: what we pay attention to, we learn to protect. Whether through a poem, a beat, or a photograph, he creates art that echoes the struggles and triumphs of those around him and leaves a lasting imprint on all who meet it.
The Best Poem Of Xolani Majola
Different Clocks
The fields look greener on the other side of time,
While others harvest gold, I'm learning how to sow.
Each step I take ahead births four I leave behind,
Yet something in my chest refuses to let go.
I've watched familiar faces climb to summits high,
And sat with quiet wonder at the roads they've paved.
But we are not the same; not every bird can fly
The moment it is born; some wings must first be saved.
I carry my own weight in armor built for me,
No borrowed gear fits right upon this frame I own.
The race was never fair; it just was meant to be
Run differently, with seeds that only I have sown.
So I will face the front, though storms are all I see;
I am my own believer, and that's enough for me.
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Xolani Majola Quotes
Sometimes the ending is all that mattered. The start, the in between, were all but scaffolding — necessary once, forgotten now — for this single arriving moment, the way a wave means nothing until it breaks, and breaking, becomes everything the ocean ever meant to say.
Sometimes all that matters in life is your fluidity in difficult moments. Like matter moving through the unseen dark — squeezed, halted, pushed again — it does not ask permission of the resistance. It simply persists, finding the narrow way, until what was once trapped arrives, quietly and inevitably, at the vast open arms of the ocean.
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