I have never once pretended to be godly
if nothing else I understand the human need of...
at the crossroads I stand tall
help me in my weakness...
the sky on fire?
no need for anger no need for blame...
cut roses the symbol of dyeing
beauty to crumbling...
do you know what makes poverty the worst?
it’s the educated mind...
the “I” in me!
I find myself writing these poems...
When your little one
nests in a womb...
It all goes on between the lines
Hidden in plain sight...
“Dad? What is the meaning of life?”
I used to concern myself with that...
My Legacy
Like a river...
“He always walked with sinners”
They lie...
Thokoza!
I shout to you all Rejoice...