EditDear Mr Too Damn Goodby Amanda Dlamini on Tuesday, 10 August 2010 at 17:53
Sthandwa seyami inhliziyo,
Ngizwa ngishaywa uvalo
Uma ngibheka konke oyikho
Kungabe iqiniso ngempela ukuthi ungowami?
Bathi abanye bephilela ubumnandi,
Wena wakhetha ukuzithanda.
Bathi abanye bephilela imanje,
Wena wakhetha ukusebenzela ikusasa lethu.
Ingabe uyazazi nje kodwa ukuthi uthandiwe kangakanani,
Indlela ohlonipha ngayo, yenza uhlonipheke.
Indlea ozithobile ngayo, yenza kube lula ukukuthobela.
Uyindoda emadodeni, qhawe lami,
Unyinsizwa yoqobo sthandwa sami.
Akekho owake wangithokozisa futhi wangenelisa njengawe,
Ngokwo moya, ngokwo mphefumulo, ndlela zonke
Inhliziyo yami igcwele ukunethezeka,
Uyimpendulo yayo yonke imikhuleko yami.
Futhi injabulo onginika yona angikaze ngiyazi.
Ngibonga iNkosi yami, idlozi lami, ngawe
Mngani wami, Sthandwa sami, Myeni Wami.
(Dedicated to my 'sausage with onions' man)
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Let me tell you something about my girlfriend...
This I will write standing angeke ngihlale phansi
This one I don’t need a paper and pen, leyo angisayi phathi.
This one is been in my mind and it’s just itching to come out.
This one I will write standing I need no comfort
Let me tell you something about my girlfriend
My girlfriend is a heroin in the making.
My girl friend is a“black-woman” this has its own meaning.
My girlfriend forever shines.
My girlfriend is strong yet fragile at times.
My girlfriend she is “iMbali”,
She is an all season rose,
She is content,
My girlfriend is humble.
She is inspired,
She is her Mother.
She is open minded,
She is a thinker,
She is blessed.
She is transparent,
I can read her thoughts.
Sometimes I’m ashamed to say I agree,
We share the same view.
She very opinionated,
She is deep.
My girlfriend is a lover.
Uyisingqazu se Ntombi,
Uyathandeka.
She is dark,
She is beautiful,
Uyindoniyamanzi.
She is a woman.
Through her big beautiful eyes
I see the world of beauty.
She is passionate.
My girlfriend is aspirant.
My girlfriend is expressive.
My girlfriend is a writer.
She is much, much more and she knows it...
If God allows,
My girlfriend is my Future Wife.
This one I don’t need a paper and pen, leyo angisayi phathi.
This one is been in my mind and it’s just itching to come out.
This one I will write standing I need no comfort
Let me tell you something about my girlfriend
My girlfriend is a heroin in the making.
My girl friend is a“black-woman” this has its own meaning.
My girlfriend forever shines.
My girlfriend is strong yet fragile at times.
My girlfriend she is “iMbali”,
She is an all season rose,
She is content,
My girlfriend is humble.
She is inspired,
She is her Mother.
She is open minded,
She is a thinker,
She is blessed.
She is transparent,
I can read her thoughts.
Sometimes I’m ashamed to say I agree,
We share the same view.
She very opinionated,
She is deep.
My girlfriend is a lover.
Uyisingqazu se Ntombi,
Uyathandeka.
She is dark,
She is beautiful,
Uyindoniyamanzi.
She is a woman.
Through her big beautiful eyes
I see the world of beauty.
She is passionate.
My girlfriend is aspirant.
My girlfriend is expressive.
My girlfriend is a writer.
She is much, much more and she knows it...
If God allows,
My girlfriend is my Future Wife.
Monday, September 27, 2010
I have loved you in and out of time....
The sun has come.
The mist has gone.
We see in the distance...
our long way home.
I was always yours to have.
You were always mine.
We have loved each other in and out of time.
When the first stone looked up at the blazing sun
and the first tree struggled up from the forest floor
I had always loved you more.
You freed your braids...
gave your hair to the breeze.
It hummed like a hive of honey bees.
I reached in the mass for the sweet honey comb there....
Mmmm...God how I love your hair.
You saw me bludgeoned by circumstance.
Lost, injured, hurt by chance.
I screamed to the heavens....loudly screamed....
Trying to change our nightmares to dreams...
The sun has come.
The mist has gone.
We see in the distance our long way home.
I was always yours to have.
You were always mine.
We have loved each other in and out
in and out
in and out
of time.
The mist has gone.
We see in the distance...
our long way home.
I was always yours to have.
You were always mine.
We have loved each other in and out of time.
When the first stone looked up at the blazing sun
and the first tree struggled up from the forest floor
I had always loved you more.
You freed your braids...
gave your hair to the breeze.
It hummed like a hive of honey bees.
I reached in the mass for the sweet honey comb there....
Mmmm...God how I love your hair.
You saw me bludgeoned by circumstance.
Lost, injured, hurt by chance.
I screamed to the heavens....loudly screamed....
Trying to change our nightmares to dreams...
The sun has come.
The mist has gone.
We see in the distance our long way home.
I was always yours to have.
You were always mine.
We have loved each other in and out
in and out
in and out
of time.
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