Asking questions the answers of life
Peruse helps me to strive
Unique with rustle mind
Fight the dark moving shadow
Innocent Garvey remove the hollow
Strange witness to mellow
Improvise realise the relevance
Be the product and explore the ignorance
Division to find the sense
Walking on the roots of science,
This is identity civilisation
The origin for religion
Forsake spirit solution
Bitter uprising
The double meaning of Timbuktu
To re-evaluate
We infested with small pox
Rise for cultural primitive
Amendment of Shaaban Bin Robert
I want Wallet Vilakazi's ink
To produce life when I think
We live under tamed history
Creating endless unity
Ripped entity.

Written by Kabelo Mthembu

If you take your life
I take mine too,
Because a life here on earth
isn't worth losing you.

As I sit here all alone,
admiring the view of an early sunrise
I tilt my head back and close my eyes.
A soft gentle breeze crosses my face
I look around and enjoy the quietness of
God's peace and the soft gentle pace
The trees are in full bloom, the leaves ready to fall
God's beauty of earth, I admire it all.

A picture of a small rose bouquet.
I look at it and I'm reminder of you by it. A beautiful stunning thing of beauty that I hold dear. The love is there in my heart for you. When I pick it up, I see your reaction in my mind when I gave you the actual rose bouquet. I saw the bright lovely smile on your face; my love for you was swelling in my heart. My love. As I looked at you, looking at your smile. I leaned over and kissed your cheek. Your smile brighten. "My love," I said. You looked at me. You were smiling. Your smile will always stay in my mind. Forever.

I miss breathing in the fresh morning air in another city full of sunshine. Seeing the unfamiliar faces and accents and how different they acted from where I come from. I would look at the window and see all the different animals that would linger in the fields and mountains and how the rain was warm in some places. How the cities lit up at night and how I'd wake up to loud speeding cars on the busy road. The adventures I had with young children I vaguely remember and my family members, miss traveling I do.

There are many reasons why I don't sleep at night. But I lay in bed comfortably with gratitude that you're no longer in my life.