It has been a while since last i visited on this side of the platform not because i have neglected this page but many responsibilities have come to my attention but we all know the more the events the more the stories , my emotions have been tried and tested both good and bad that is why i dedicate this next piece

 .....Gunned.......

If it was at night i would call it a horror movie

Because of the pain ,hurt and murder.

If it was at day light i would call it shame 

Because of the nakedness and exposure .

The violation of what was once a beautiful 

art carved for perfection and molded in pure 

essence of innocence .

You shamed me for now i am a victim 

of a broken heart, the root of all evil 

of the darkness that ever existed in the Aorta

If this was a tragedy i would call it death by disaster

Because of the loss of time, episodes and accolades.

Gunned, Ambushed and Terrorized.

If it was anything else i would call it LIFE!

                                          caption: The woman behind the art poetic justifiable
                                                         Zamantuli Nqobile Mbele

It has been a while since last i posted but during the absence of my post i was soul searching, realizing the identity of my heart. It gets tougher when you grow up; in a way we tend to loose ourselves and run away from what is meant for us and start knocking at the wrong doors for answers. A wise Mr Stephens(Lecturer) once said that you cannot have too much of everything like too much temperance, too much fortitude, too much prudence and too much control. You have to find a balance which is the "golden mean" center of everything, then it hit me i have been so focused on trying to balance everything i lost my center, my golden mean. I found it and it goes a little something like this...

'Amor'-Love

Is it the blissful morning sun shine

Is it the smell of strong morning coffee

Is it the warmth of the night

Is it the comfort of your heart;

knowing that rest a sure it is carefully

guarded.

Is love those sweet words whispered

in your ears before going to bed? or those

that are kissed in your lips in the morning?

Is love that first cry, first touch, first kiss

that remains a constant photograph in your mind

Is love the' words' or thee 'actions'.

Love is and shall never be in doubt

Love is never rude, it is that thought of kindness

that even the devil himself fears.

It is the fire of passion and as strong like

a woman scorned.

It never fails to redeem itself.

Love is 7 years of memories shared,

7 years of tears and heartache felt,

7 years of smiles shown.

Seven is not just any number But,

It solidifies 'perfection'

LOVE is seven years of pure perfection!

what does true africaness mean to you?

what does true africaness  mean to you?