13:03 (GMT+2), Fri, 29 November 2013
Nothing holding me back.
Nothing putting me down
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12:32 (GMT+2), Thu, 28 November 2013
I wanna write a poem about pretty girlsgirls with heaps that don’t liegirls with hands that heal the backs of broken menbring me a pen my sistercause I wanna write about you my sistertorn is your heart but you still find the courage to smilekhanindibolekeni usibandibhale,ndibonge ngazo intombi zomzi ontsundupretty girls that are capable of articulating their needs hey my sister hey!I wanna write about you my pretty lady!
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Teach me how to play the guitar
12:30 (GMT+2), Thu, 28 November 2013
Teach me how to play the guitar and ill walk the streets of Thembalethu with poetry and musicbring me a drum, not just any drum but a djembed I want to go in to the streets of Ramaphosago stand there by the corner nesrhumsha,nesrhumshakazisitshis'izoli baqhunywe, ndibonge!Aw puff and pass Mnandi ngendebey'ningi lentoor how about you bring me that violin,ill play it nice and softlywhile reciting and walking the streets of bungalowapho kuhlala ama bhujwa ase kasior how about we take it back to church where music started, where we communicated with songremember the tapping of feet and the clapping of hands back to where poetry started,the part of the bible that most preachers never even look at, Solomon’s song of songs
13:21 (GMT+2), Mon, 21 October 2013
Dis meer 'n song wat ek geskry het vir die konteks van my blog, maar dit is heel diep genoeg om 'n gedig te kon wees :-). dis baie donker, maar ek hou daarvan.Verse 1It was hate at first sight -right from the start. You were such a spark where I liked it dark. I wanted to hide, but your eyes could see through the cunning disguise of dreadful me Verse 2 And there you were too – with your know-it-all and yet I could tell – how you used to crawl forever missing daddy and wanting it all You never flew again since the shattering fall. Bridgein pain we are born, deceit our only havenif the light were to see? How broken are we?Could we ever let go of our shameful lieand let someone real see us collapse and cry? Chorusit was hate at first sight – cause I dragged you to the light!it was hate at first sight – cause You dragged me to the light!In darkness we hide – day in and at nightfar away from the burning fear of love’s light Verse 3At night I dream of love – you accepting meand I wake up smiling – feeling real happyfor a while I believe we braved the truthand then I realize – its was just a dream Verse 4 and so I miss you, dream girl I adoreI die so much more having tallied the scoreI crave my disguise but it works no moreI feel the loss so much more than before. Bridgein pain we are born, deceit our only havenif the light were to see? How broken are we?Could we ever let go of our shameful lieand let someone real see us collapse and cry? Chorusit was hate at first sight, cause I dragged you to the light!it was hate at first sight, cause you dragged me to the light!In darkness we hide – day in and at nightfar away from the burning fear of love’s light Verse 5I know broken bird, that you want to cryI secretly hope that you’ll heal and flyMy disguise is too heavy to take to the skyBut for us both, Won’t you please try? Verse 6I want you to feel all right againI want you to feel all right againI want you to feel all right againI want you to feel all right again Bridgein pain we are born, deceit our only havenif the light were to see? How broken are we?Could we ever let go of our shameful lieand let someone real see us collapse and cry? Chorusit was hate at first sight, cause I dragged you to the light!it was hate at first sight, cause you dragged me to the light!In darkness we hide – day in and at nightfar away from the burning fear of love’s light
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14:29 (GMT+2), Tue, 08 October 2013
Toe my vriend nou die dag sê die vrou by die paneelklopper het hom gebel en sy kar is reg en hy vra of ek hom gou sal vat om sy kar te gaan haal het ek, tenspyt my besige program, onmiddelik ja gesê.
Daar was dadelik ‘n opgewondenheid in my en ek jaag hom so half en half aan dat ons nou ry moet kry. Wat is jou haas wou hy by my weet. Ag man sê ek so half non-chalant, wat gedoen is, is gedoen. Intussen kan ek nie wag om weer daardie kenmerkende verf reuk in te asem nie, die werkers met hul oorpakke vol reënboog spikkels, die wrakke wat weer karre gaan word en sommer die besige opset te ervaar nie…nee ek lieg nou vir myself, ek kan nie wag om te sien hoe lyk die dame wat gebel het om te sê die kar is reg nie. Daar is iets omtrent dames wat by “panelbeaters” werk…iets besonders.
My vriend sê ek kan sommer buite wag terwyl hy sy kar kry…Nee, nee ek stap saam dring ek voorbarig aan. Hierdie wil ek nie mis nie. Daar binne agter die breë toonbank is sy, nes bykans al die vorige dames wat ek ontmoet het by “panelbeaters”. Meneer is hier vir die Polo, ja? Hy is klaar, die “manager check” net gou die laaste paar goed, teken solank hier asseblief, sê sy terwyl daar ‘n breë glimlag straal op haar volmondige* gesig. Kort en saaklik, op die punt af, geen fieterjasies en verkleinwoordjies nie…jy sal nie ‘n “geniet jou daggie” of “wens jy was hier” epos van haar kry nie, dink ek.
Ek probeer dit nie te opsigtelik maak nie maar ek beweeg so dat ek meer van die dame gesien kan kry. Ja die glimlag is net die uitnodiging na die res van die volpre’se* vrou. Die jean span styf oor die gedeelte wat onder die naeltjie-vlak geleë is, nie teveel, nie te min, net reg. Die magiese* vertoon van ‘n tweeduim strokie niemandsland voordat die hempie begin wat alles bokant die naeltjielyn na ‘n tropiese eiland ver, vér weg van hier simboliseer. Sy beweeg/sweef agtertoe om iets te gaan haal en ek merk die keurige rooi toonaels in die plat sandaal van egte leer. Die karsleutels wat sy bring hang/wieg so tussen die duim en voorvinger in die perfekte versorgde hande met die ligrooi naellak.
Ja, ek is nie teleurgesteld nie. Die dames van die paneelkloppers staan hul plek vol…soos wat ek dit nog al die jare onthou en ervaar het. Ek wonder net, waste insig het die eienaars van hierdie paneelkloppers om hierdie dames te bekom en in diens te neem…dis dalk nie verniet dat die Engelse se ander naam vir paneelklopper, “bodyshops” heet nie.
Rustig ry ek terug kantoor toe met die wete dat ons paneekloppersbedryf nog steeds in goeie versorgde hande is…
*Volmondig…’volhartig, sonder voorbehoud, onbewimpeld, rondbortstig.’
*Volpre’se…’voortreflik, nooit na volle waarde geprys nie.’
*Magies…’wat towerkrag besit of vertoon met bonatuurlikemag.’
(Verklarende Afrikaanse Woordeboek – Kritzinger, Labuschagne. )
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