I mostly write with difficulty of arranging my words and
paragraphs, what introduction suite my story or poem. Today I don’t really care
who will be reading and why, criticize if you can let’s see if I would give a damn. Writers like me are mostly never embraced or even celebrated while alive
and that doesn’t mean that all the other writers get recognition also but just
let them know that I am no more, see how much of my material they’ll start
reading. Or maybe I’m just a bit sad that yesterday I had to say my goodbyes to
the Poetic Angel called Maya Angelou as she had departed for Angelville, if she
knew why a caged bird sang then maybe she wrote that song. She was like the
Pele & Diego Maradona for the poetry, being on the football/soccer spirit
let me say R.I.P to South Africa’s football genius Isaac “Shakes” Khungoane (former
Kaizer Chiefs player) who took his last journey the same day as Maya Angelou.
That reminded me of Maya Angelou’s poems “Alone”, it is true that “Nobody, Can
make it out of here alone” as she shared her pain & joy with us allowing us
to also express our utmost feeling in poems/songs & stories.
Alone
Lying, thinking
Last night
How to find my soul a
home
Where water is not
thirsty
And bread loaf is not
stone
I came up with one thing
And I don't believe I'm
wrong
That nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here
alone
Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here
alone
There are some
millionaires
With money they can't
use
Their wives run round
like banshees
Their children sing the
blues
They've got expensive doctors
To cure their hearts of
stone
But nobody
No, nobody
Can make it out here
alone
Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here
alone
Now if you listen
closely
I'll tell you what I
know
Storm clouds are
gathering
The wind is gonna blow
The race of man is
suffering
And I can hear the moan
'Cause nobody
But nobody
Can make it out here
alone
Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here
alone
By: Maya Angelou
Today I make a promise to myself that I will write until
meeting you in Angelville, I mean heaven if there is a place such as that one.
An unknown destination for all of us & now not for you anymore, Rest In Peace Poetic Angel or should
I say Return If Possible Mamma Maya. I won’t let these cage called life
take away my voice to sing or speak my song. Today I fell on my knees and
prayed that I touch people like you did someday, bring them closer to humanity.
Everything that I might say would be repeated by a lot of people who know you
& those who have no clue who you are, I have no clue on how to write an
obituary either. I write my poems that would be used as my obituary when I join
you there at Angelville. With a vote of thanks for all that you did for poetry,
I want to say Angelville is now your new home & please watch over the kids
in Nigeria being killed by Boko Haram, those kids who are dying of hunger &
violence in the Middle East. I know some of these people & names have never
filled your ears but send my regards to Prof E’skia Mphahlele, William
Shakespeare, Tupac, Notorious BIG and all the poets I had not mentioned…They
were also poets even though not of your statue!!!
ANGELVILLE…
Poetic Angel in my world
you gave us rhyme
Reason I write is rhyme
& reason from your lines
A legend to us though a freshman
in Heavenly Angelville
I’m only Spoken Word-sick
like Home-sick, I let your Poems be my Pill
Welcome to Angelville by
Teddy Pendergrass would be your best
And mine to Angelville
by Maya Angelou would a bliss
My Mamma will definitely
tell a bit about me if not the rest
With this sonnet I plead
that you remain her friend & be my frisk to resting in peace
From “Refusal” to “Remembrance”,
“Still I Rise” to the “The Lesson”…
…only because I love to
live & give
They went home, home to
Angelville
Why condolences &
not benevolences
Because they’ve used all
their chances!!!
By: Rufus “Roof-Top” Mashao
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| R.I.P |
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| BORN: April 4, 1928 |
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| DEPARTED: May 28, 2014 |
