Hello; where do you come from?

They say wherever I am; you’re there with me,

I believe in everything that I do,

those who know English; ba re ke “internal Locus of control”;

But there’s something about life that I don’t understand…

Whenever there is some challenge in y life;

Life manages to bring me back to you.

I may go around thinking that I don’t necessarily need you,

But life has a way of showing me that I need you.

I end up finding myself doing what I don’t understand how it works…

Why whenever I do it; it feels like you’ve drifted away from me

but whenever I don’t; it feels like you’re there in abundance?

Everyday I think to myself;”I’ve got to succeed”

“I can do it all by myself”,

But Life; can show me that I can’t alone.

I have two ears: one for You and one for me…

Two eyes: one for You and one for me…

Two hands: one for You and one for me…

Two legs: one for You and one for me…

Even though I don’t listen to anyone else,

I admit to giving You Little but much Will..

Please help me in my daily battles…

Be the shield that supports my spear…

Be the pillar of strength to my body as a whole…

So that I may not tire fast…

Help my eye to be observant, and my ear to be wise…

Help my heart with strength, not to be faint

and help my mind to refuse to be weak…

I think it’s time we started talking,

talk about the things that trouble me

Things that trouble me,

Troubles that make me tremble…

the tremble that weakens my feet,

my feet that try to forfeit the fight against fear,

the fear that folds itself in my mind and heart…

All the special pairs that You’ve awarded me with, I’m highly greatful…

Even thogh each counterpart fights with the other,

they end upcoming to a compromise and conclusion.

I trust You to help me right; because You and them say the same thing,

that You know me, You’ve known me and You will always know me…

That wherever I am, You’re there with me as well.

I remember this one time in my life,

You left me to wander around,

You left me to wonder who was I,

Wonder whether You were real or not

and if You were real, to which extent are you.

I followed the flock, fell and remained furious,

But then again; Ironic life brought me back to You.

They say You’re quick to hear but slow to answer;

I can’t say that I believe that,

and at the same time, I can’t say that I don’t

-Dear God.

#Victoria_the poetess.

In the beginning, you came to us

You smiled at us, but smug

We welcomed you, we became friends;

or, that’s what we thought.

Obviously, you looked strange to us

With your Batasbies, boots, shorts and ships.

But we couldn’t believe what ulterior motives you had had for us,

Kanti we didn’t know that your Master had sent you to us-

To Scam us-Scam us out of our wealth,

You utilised us

We were angry, overwhelmed with hate eventually;

We couldn’t care less of ourselves now

Now; we cared and moaned and cried for our children.

We died crying how our children awaited for a similar fate…

For many years you victimised and killed our kids

You filled them with poverty and disease.

You turned them into unworthy slaves in their Home.

Our mistake was to accept you, and trust you

instead of attacking you.

The fruits of our wombs were and are hurt.

But unfortunately, we can’t do anything about it,

because we became one with the soil with those who came before us.

Our children were forced to become unexpected sacrifices

for your selfish reasons.

Even their children awaited a similar fate…

They were also victimised,killed and utilised,

they were also covered with the Red cloth of poverty and disease

We looked over them for many years,

Luckily for them, they bore Warriors;

Brave warriors who took it upon themselves to take you head-on…

They fought, You fought them

They fought, You fought them

You also spilled their blood;

We awoken their spirits…

And you forfeited at last.

But it took you long enough…

You even trapped them like zoo animals

Even though you them,

They kept the spirit of Perseverance alive

And continued to fight you

To fight you , for their children

Utilising the knowledge that they consumed.

The battle between Good and Evil had always been there, and will always be there.

And Good prevailed…

Even though We Won, you scarred us with

your ways and attributes

We finally came together;

And took back what originally belonged to us

(or so they thought-{the grandchildren})

They tried to patch the wounds of their wounds of their fellow men

They tried to plaster and bandage thewounds

That take time to heal

It was bad,tough

It is rough,sad

But they allowed for us to guide them through

We still weep-even sand;

that our childre refuse to accept themselves

love and nurture themselves-each other

Our grandchildren’s children don’t care about what happened

All they think about and articulate

is to live like Them

Them, who scamed us.

They speak like Them,

Think like Them,

Dress like Them,

Eat like Them,

Behave like Them,

Believe like Them,

They no longer think about us

Instead, they choose to forget us and insult us

We are being selfish

We are not trying to cage them

We are not trying to punish them…

But…it’s fine…

There are still those who still think about us,

Appreciate us and those who came before them.

But they are outnumbered.

We taught all of our children acceptance and forgiveness,

but The Story taught them violence.

So they possess: Acceptance, Forgiveness and Violence

But we love them.

I commend you, dear Scam.

You had it well-planned, well-structured and time-bound.

Because even today our Grandchildren are still afraid of you,

Even though they won’t admit it,

but they are

Because Actions speak louder than words,

they take you for being high and mighty.

And take your opinions to heart

None of their parents.

You spoiled us, all of us

One good thing that came out of your Scam,

was the knowledge and skills you left for our children.

We thank you on their behalf

They also thank you, even though they won’t sat it to your face

But deep down they do.

You can’t scare them anymore

because they now know The Truth

We will never forget what you did to all of us,

-The Successful Scam- Apartheid.

#Victoria_the poetess.

Whenever I listen to you,

I go through changes.

Changes in my heart, changes in my mind.

You just take over my imagination.

I officially admit;

I give you little will.

You might as well can rule over me

I’m letting you lead ,once again.

I thought I’d left you,

But you always just manage to creep on me

You manage to get to me all the time.

Whenever I listen to you,

I get to roll my eyeballs whilst my eyelids

have touched my lower part of my eye…

You unleash the soft side in me…

You make breath heavily

You make me breath warm, calm oxygen and carbon dioxide.

In…out..in…out…in…out

For several times you do this to me.

You just manage to- feed me

It is like you own my soul in a way.

You manage to control my moves

You tell me how to nod my head as well.

This, what you’re doing to me, is called Abuse.

I love the little, but powerful notes that you create and leave behind.

Many might not notice them, but they’re there.

They’re small, delicate and blended

Whenever I listen to you…

I always feel teary, I don’t know what to touch,

what not to touch…

What to say, what not say.

I even sometimes forget how to breath.

I this the viva! I had dreamed of?

I mean, i this this what our native neighbors call uhuru?

You have always been in me

Did you realise that?

You have been calling my name from my childhood age of three

And I unconsciously answered when I was five

I thought through the years, you’ve drifted away from me.

We both drifted away from each other

But we managed to creep back into each other’s arms, hearts and souls.

You managed to make me feel better when I was not healthy.

Whenever I listen to you,

A bit, slowly but surely, I felt better.

I guess we felt like this because of the constant conformation of society

Growth as well is an element

But here we are again.

Back to squre one.

You leave me speechless…

#Victoria_the poetess