CORRUPT & SELF-ENRICHING...?

It's only a matter of time before the people unite again, the same way they did in the previous years against apartheid government in this country(South Africa). I don't want to point fingers when it comes to corruption hence I believe it has to come to an end, maybe not by us or our generation & knowing Africa and its history I predict brother on brother war that will affect wrong people. When I saw the above picture I was not sure where I fall, the poor or the rich?

I know one thing though, when people choose anything to eat they prefer more quantity. Like for instance if we were to go buy a sheep for a weekend braai(barbecue), you'll chose the bigger/fat one right? "One-day The Poor Will Have Nothing Left To Eat But The Rich" is the funniest statement that to me because I can't imagine being part of that cuisine or meal to anyone as skinny as I am. Who would be first in the line among the rich people you know? I don't even want to attempt to choose anyone because we live in a crazy country, it might happen that particular person dies in the hands of poor carnivals looking for that last meal or even nyeope(man-drugs).

We need to unite & fight this poverty, a hungry man is an angry man & that does no good for our society. Yes I agree that corruption is killing economical growth of our country hence we're not helping at all when we keep drifting away from each other as a nation, didn't we learn from our history that unity is the power? Or maybe we're patiently waiting for another Steve Biko/Robert Mangaliso Sobukwe/Nelson Mandela to free us? Or maybe we have accepted the situation & working individually to improve our households? Still that doesn't guarantee you that you won't be part of the rich to be eaten by the poor when they nothing left to eat.

ANGELVILLE IS YOUR NEW HOME NOW…

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

Or maybe I’m “Passing Time” by celebrating a life of “Phenomenal Woman”

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

R.I.P

BORN: April 4, 1928

DEPARTED: May 28, 2014