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I heard a man from the inside say
ANC (African national congress)is like a forest
Forest full of dangerous snakes
all manner of beasts
ghastly beasts
no hunter should
dare
be near
it devours
all who face  
this seven headed snake
ANC is irreperable - I heard a man from the inside say
brain thirst
no
brain ******
Burn the forest
Burn it to ashes
Let in the new rains
New bush will grow
And maybe
Maybe then
The children of  this beautiful land
Will thrive for the first time
First time
After a very
Very
Long time.
I dreamt I was in a fight for my life
with a lion that turned out to be a dog
the owner spoke Zulu
but he turned out to be an english man
onlookers seemed unbothered by the attack
A second dog joined the assault
ripped my index finger off my hand
still no one intervened
I strangled the second dog to death
and spit on the first one
I was calm during the whole ordeal
as ****** as it was.
Moments later
I decided to wake up cause the fight was unpleasant
In Zulu spirituality  dogs in your dreams represent enemies
cause they came with our colonizers the Britz, the dutch,
french huguenots and the germans.
I woke up and washed in sea salt to cleanse my soul and my centuries old wounds.
I wonder if I should stayed asleep and fought on.
Tonight I would be ready for the **** dog
taking my Shaka Zulu spear to bed.
my heart is already at the door
my pants still in bed with her.
I must tell her
its only fair.
Split my heart, go on, split;
See all the things in it.
There are those who mock us
Among this populace.

This road is full of traps:
It's too long, with huge laps;
Blocks on it leave no gaps;
It leads to deep waters.

On this road we depart
With true love in each heart,
But they set us apart
Now our exile tortures.

Let those who really dare
Step into the ring where
The champions don't care
If life ends or endures.

Yunus feels no craving
To step into that ring
Where the real heroes bring
Before us their full force.
6 is the absence of anything.. a hole, a chasm
numbers as colours.

Where is your number
2 is the drifter
a clap of thunder.

6 is the absence of anything.. a hole, a chasm,
like a black hole
9 is riding too close to my bumper
surrounded
9's all around.
Its 3 am in
Albuquerque
just pass noon in
Soweto
I know no soul there
no soul knows I am here
light years apart
in more ways
than one
Its 3 am in
Albuquerque
just pass noon in
Soweto
A non matter of time.
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