I remember my father
He play a good role
To be my father
I remember my father

By: Slindile Cele

Mayville Secondary School, Grade 11 (IY KZN)

It was the day that was warm

but it brought cold to those who've

been walking their long journey

The future is shining like a peace of diamond lying

down to the ground and ready for someone to grab it.

By: S'busiso Mhlakaza

Mayville Secondary School, Grade 11 (IY KZN)

I see light which we

have to pass through

you've brightened my presence

and my future as well

you lightened things up

If it wasn't for you

I wouldn't have seen them

The shadow has passed, the

mist is gone, only one thing

remains definite you're the light

through darkness

You had put light to our black minds 
You had put a glittering future to our bleak future 
You had made us firm and strong 
to our flimsy and frail deeds.

You had shaved off our pessimism 
And put in optimism. 
I'm still asking myself why us? 
Why coming to Khayelitsha? 
Not going to Rondebosch every Saturday morning 
And teaching people who are more clever than us 
People who have a brighter future than ours.

I have the following vision 

People

Imagining their destination

Thinking before Acting

Studying and improving

Creating not destroying

Defining their mission

Vision of people

    To my body I am a stranger 

I wish to recognise my own reflection, 

I wish to recognise the tone of my voice

I look at people whose faces are familiar

Searching for motivation to remobilise my retarded soul,

longing for retribution and justice to fulfil isingqala sam. 

I have cried myself a salty river but no one seems to notice

I have yelled out to the world but no one feels obligated to hear

He who's physicality is imperial has ripped my heart from its ribcage

and torn it to pieces

Past is the past “Ezayizolo Zidlulule”
Yes, yesterday saw a painful situation.
I see a new dawn with new beginnings.
I hear the voices of celebration,
I feel the excitement of freedom.
I’m free to walk without a dompas
They vagabond into a variminous vapour
But I’m walking in a fresh smelling South Africa.
There was no channel to trammel,
the road was blocked with obstacles.
Today I can reach any destination in South Africa.
A thousand times my soul feels free,
Black and White are friends I see.
Racial discrimination is over,
they bond like tongue and saliva,
my thoracic cavity smoothly opens to scream
the excitement of freedom.
Our motherland feeds foreigners, refugees and us
equally.
The chambers of concrete jungles are filled by a rainbow nation.
My voice is loud as I say
the worst is over.

They call you a killer
They say you kill slowly
They are scared of you
But I'm not scared of you
I rather respect you
I respect you for burning those who play fire
But I hate you for burning the innocents
You don't scare me
How can I be scared of you
I'm your creator
Don't you remember ?
I created you with adultery
I created you by risking my life with sex
Why cant I risk my life for destroying you?
I had unsafe sex and you were formed
Why cant I abstain and destroy you?
Why cant I have sex and destroy you?
You are not as tough an opponent as you think
I know all your weak points
I'm not scared of you
You wont kill me
You wont kill your creator