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I still remember - Poem

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Oh beautiful! You were the brightest star in

the dark sky called life,

Let me for once shed out the pain; fully

I had been a fool to believe that forever meant an eternity.

but same time I realized forever does exists but in pain.


Baby remember those escapadesthose mini trips out of town

just to escape the eyes of society.Oh baby those kisses those

promises, those mini date,those days of struggle do you remember

for we had to hide for religion was the culprit

Baby do you remember those fightswhere we fought like bunch of kidsyet made up after a whileDo you remember the tears we shedwhen we were hurt by each other’s action.

Darling do you remember how we visitedtemples, churches and prayed thatour parents agree for our remember those days when we had no moneyyet we lived like royals in each other’s companyremember those struggles.

Remember the times you stood by meand said until death do us apart we shallbe together. remember the times we spent hours togetherholding each other’s hand and getting lostin our own worldtalking gibberish letting imagination run wild.

Remember those funny days when we plannedwho will be our daughters protector.How shall I tell the things that I remember foryou have forgotten my existence.

How shall I express my sadness when words merely

touch the top layer of it all.

How shall I tell you thatevery night is a battle of mind and heart.How shall I tell you that I cannot be normal ever again.How do I tell you I can never go back homefor your memories haunt me in those roads, those parks,those hills those rivers. How shall I explainyou that I still haven't moved on.

Munchkin how do I tell you,how I miss you every day,how shall I tell you that I forgive you,How do I plead with you to come back.How do I tell you my soulis empty without you.

Darling how do I forget you wheneverything I do reminds me of you.When the river of alcohol alsodoes not help.How do I tell you I miss youhow do I show you my life's incompletenessHow do I tell you I am a changed person now.

How do I tell you that hope left me, how do I tell youfaith kicked me, how do I tell youthat memories is all that is with meHow do I tell that I no longer have the strengthto smile, how do I beg, how do I plead, how do I prayfor your return baby.

How do I tell myself that I need to forget you.How, how baby how, When I still love youHow do I forget you when all I ever want isto be with you.How do I tell you that this isthe last poem I will write for you..!Probably!

My Role as the Mandela of Today

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The mention of the name Mandela paints our minds with a picture of a fragile being locked away in the confinement of Robben island and later released to be the leader of the huge nation. However, a closer look at this leadership icon gives birth to another side, a better perception of Nelson Mandela as a leader of the people. Mandela was not your ordinary kind of the youth nor your usual kind of a leader as he is the perfect example ofleadership of the people for the people and by the people,a picture perfect of solidarity and care for the affair of the community as a whole. Mandela, both at a personal level and communal level as a whole believed in the benefits of fostering education. Despite his poor background, racial competitive society and discriminative background back then, he was willing to fight tooth and nail, hold on to the thin tightening thread and finish his education. He understood the benefits of education to an individual and his role in the society, to anextend of working as a watchman in order to pay for his LLB education. As the Mandela of today, we ought to emulate the same spirit rather than pick up lame excuses for our failure in education. Let's not take it and blame the society when things aren't working our way as at the very end if the road is you, your life and what you did with it. Always keep in mind that you're not the first one to have the same problem and neither the last.Through out his lifetime, Mandela portrayed qualities of a good and dependable leader in the making. He walked in the footsteps of what he thought and believed to be right in spite of the consequences it posed. He understood the concept of life not being a bed of roses and the walk to freedom made it even harder given the situation. There was no short cut. He knew in order to see the beauty of the rose, he had to deal with the toughness and pricking of the thorns. In the same way, as the Mandelas of today , we need to be able to stand for what we believe in unswayed by masses or convenience of situations. We need to find and know our place in the society, voice our ideas and be the change that we need in the society as a whole. Each and everyone over of us has a leader and brilliant ideas in them, we just have to find that platform. And if there's none, we ought to create one for that's the charisma and the approach in the spirit on Mandela the society needs. Let's not succumb to the society's misfortune anddraw backs this finding a reason to withdraw and tighten our seatbelts in our comfort zone. We should be a people with the audacity to vacate out comfort zone and have the challenge head on; push ourselves beyond our limits. That's what the Mandela spirit entails. Mandela was a youth interested in the affairs if the community.


Lucifer of a woman

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It's at dawn, you're torn;

 stomping on your situation and pointing corrections.What was once a perambulation look a like, now serration to the soul,

omission of what could have been the present , just soon to be dystopia. You stumble and fumble in reality;

 Humble yourself to the shadows.You get twinned in between, torn in between.Pulled apart, and twilled.

For believing and trusting a Lucifer of a woman.


Yes, it isn't griming to dream.To think you're slamming your door from harm and brim,brim your life with charm, so charming.

To reject ambiguity for prosperity.Dearly beloved, so you think it's gonna be a life of grinding in rands and dollars,

 sliding on sands enchanted in a happily ever after sequels?

She's a Lucifer of a woman.


She holds the immense stare tightly, closely and fiercely.Her intense glare burrows, scalds and burns as hot lava.

You like it, you can't help wanting more of it.She strips you bare, merely flesh covered.

And you think it's love, is only fare, it's only right.It's only right she's masking your vision, restricting your passion,

 diminishing your mission.It's only right, that she's padding your feet from prickles and a warn gunner held to your temple, 

unknown to you. Unknown because you have wooden spectacles on and your being pushed into flames.

She says she's taking the missile for you, you believed her, but she's overthrowing your domicile.

Caving your petitions, graving your ambitions, curving your growth.

She's Lucifer, but you won't believe me, of course.


It's only right; Rooting you to the spot, darting towards you with darts.You're tired and worn out, but at this point you can't complain.

You've been humbled from grace to slave.You'll wish for a chance, wish you never admired or gave a second glance.

You should have known her first impression of an angel was to be short lived.

For now, she's Lucifer of a woman.