The black bin of life

I was standing at the 3^rd floor window of my flat
Exploring the beautiful view of night Soweto
I happen to notice a stranger picking up from a bin
A black man, late 20’s, ripped himself around by a dirty blanket
He seems not to find a thing in the bin, i can feel his anger by the way he kicks it
I can feel his hunger scratching my tummy, and tears start to fall out of guilt
Which reminds me of my father, and his fathers’s black codes, ethos
When that once gave life, love, ubuntu
And back then your poor and my rich stood for all, like birds of the sky, and animals of the earth
I cried your tears, I mean I was black too.
And that’s how my culture was born, I was born.

He starts to walk away and sees me looking down at him, but doesn’t care.
I track him untill the end of the window as he disappears in the dark of no hope, and no eyes, he turns once more to see if i’m still there.
I now wonder if that’s the only difference, him down there, and me up here?
So I still feel his eyes looking up at the guy from the window, because I wasn’t him, at least I didn’t feel like him for that moment
These were perhaps little distress
And daily acts of no conseguence
Then no men is born to be poor
Then no men is born to be rich

A broken heart's letter

She smiles like I've never seen that part of the world before,
 anyone before
Her laughter, jokes, body movement, ooh my god!, her face
Everything about her seems to be the first and the last I think of when I sleep, even when I wake.
I could easily guess what she's saying at this exact moment, words she likes to say, favorite tv show, sport.
And every time when I'm with her it feels like
I could spend the rest of my life in the middle of the conversation, because she says one thing and I say the other, and it's a perfect storm
Hands I forgot to ask for her number the first day I spoke to her
I forgot her name,
I forgot where she lives
Hell!
I might even have forgot my own name at that particular moment.
And that's the good part about being in love, you forget and realize.
Realize that you are utterly stupid, realize you have a smile, a heart and you have never loved like this before, maybe never will.

So I later discovered that she didn't really love me as I did, as I thought
And that those went her real smiles
But eyes, eyes never lied
He had a car, he was working, I was far, both in distance and in love, not that either of them helped anyway.
So I looked at her, smiling and crying both at the same time
It was then, for the first time, that she really smiled, but she smiled at me with Petty, and never smiled again
I did not know I was too hard to love
Too tall to stand with, too stupid or too wise, maybe to much to have one
I learned how to smile alone
I learned how to sing along
I learned I was not the problem, not all the time
Yes, It was hard, to forgive myself for the decisions I made

So I told her to take care of herself out there, because it's a big bad world, full of ups and downs And people have a way of blinking, and missing the moment, the moment that could have changed their lives
I only hope that now she's happier

A Mother In A Refugee Camp

No Madonna and Child could touch
Her tenderness for a son
She soon would have to forget. . . .
The air was heavy with odors of diarrhea,
Of unwashed children with washed-out ribs
And dried-up bottoms waddling in labored steps
Behind blown-empty bellies. Other mothers there
Had long ceased to care, but not this one:
She held a ghost-smile between her teeth,
And in her eyes the memory
Of a mother’s pride. . . . She had bathed him
And rubbed him down with bare palms.
She took from their bundle of possessions
A broken comb and combed
The rust-colored hair left on his skull
And then—humming in her eyes—began carefully to part it.
In their former life this was perhaps
A little daily act of no consequence
Before his breakfast and school; now she did it
Like putting flowers on a tiny grave.
"THIS IS ONE OF THE BEST POEMS I'VE EVER READ"
BY: MR Chinua Achebe  "R.I.P"

A part of it

It was once called life
Something Skating on this earth of its own green grounds
Carrying so much dreams and hopes, that fell 6 foot underground
And it still gave breath
And it still gave smiles

We lost it all
We were afraid and young
And that's what makes this four cornered world of ours so safe
The blessing from both my plum and pan
Touching people's heart
I wrote this laying my soft and untouchable thoughts on my headboard bed
So it wasn't meant for you

Will our ethos echo across the centuries of life?
Will strangers hear our names?
And ask who we were
How talented were we?
How fiercely we loved?
So only dreams, hopes and imagination could fulfil their desires
Or a new chapter of theirs

Then the ocean of its own kind was all left to do, tears
And that's how young we were
But we still looked at the mirror with compassionate for who we saw
And at least we added our own alphabet to the world's ones
So here's mine

Yesterday

It's really funny how life goes on
               even when the most part we know of it
                               IS THE ONE WE MISS

Get going

Even the mighty stars
                        fall to earth
           so dust yourself and smile again

Hello

I was hoping you were not dead. Now I suppose i've walked a thousand years just to say this to your grave.