' i am pen and paper, i am ink, i am poetry' In the far east of south africa, a place filled with cultural practises and melodius sound of the bird is what i call home. i grew up in mpumalanga where most of my meories are withheld there, it is only now that on my memory journal the picture is quite broder. i have been living in durban for almost two years now where i am studying a bsc in land surveying. its been a very great experience thus far. i also visited quite a number of places is south africa but in the near future i would like to extend my exploration and visit other countries but i will always come back cause south africa is where my heart sits.
A respected man he is
A loved man he is
For his doings, for what he did
Yes he is a freedom fighter
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Walking with arms at my back
On corridor of liberty,
Where man's dream was once met,
And again, man's wound is abolished.
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Will you thy beautiful
Thy pleasant with fragrant posies
My flower in the garden
Stain on my face tears; morrow
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Like a river flow
With passion of melody so down and low
With an embrace so warm and tender
We will grow fonder
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Listen to the songs of the children
Listen to the cry of the frogs
Listen to the melodies of the birds in the sky
Rejoicing to the ever changing seasons
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