WHY IS THIS CHILD CRYING?

Why is this child crying?
Why is this child crying?
Is he heard?
Shhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!
What?
No I can't believe this!
I lean my face on my hands
Shocked am I
Traumatised by the sight of injustice
Injustice towards a hungry suckling
Yes hungry he is
What is he hungry for?
He is hungry to do something
Hungry yes hungry to prove himself worthy
Hungry for Education
Hungry for Economic Freedom
Indeed this child is hungry
Yet he cries unheard
His cry fall on deaf ears
His tears are only seen by blind eyes
His touch by a corpse
So this child cries
Held against the back
Safe he is they say
So why does this child cry?
He cries for his mother to give him suck!
Yet her breasts have become the haven of vultures
Like vipers their fangs oozed poison into her
The child can no longer feed
The child can no longer live
O how their bellies shine so bright
As a balloon about to explode
Why is this child crying?
Why is this child crying?
His visage is pale
His lips are dry
Yet they drip of lambs oil
Woe and I say woe
For a day is coming when this child will speak
When his cry will be heard
It shall be as thunder
As a tsunami he shall be
When that day comes
No ear shall be deaf
No eye shall be blind
Those corpses will be warm
Attend to him now
Attend to him now
For tomorrow has come
And this child speaks
Attend to him now
Attend to him now
For by force he shall take back what belongs to him
Those bellies no longer
That oil drips no more
Why is this child crying?
Why is this child crying?
Attend to him now!
Attend to him now!
B.Majola

And then I am left to watch as my life swiftly oozes away as the thick myhr from a smitten tree, so buttured and bruised and here with my enemy lies buffeted before me, he thinks that it is the end of me. O you fool, haven't you learnt a thing? Has age taught you nothing? From time to time you have buffeted full of pride as a picock yet always you have been brought to naught and layed dissolate. Now wind blows and blows as that lick of like is about to limp to the ground the oozing stops, O so halted a piece of precious and delicate life to its end, the scar that was is no more and I am saved by what I can not explain, something I have never seen and I behold yet nothing but that which was is heard and felt. My God is it you? You came to my rescue, to think that I had concluded that it was the end of me, that my prayers failed to even scale the ceiling but alas at last You came, not late and not early yet in time... B.Majola

WHEN ALL ELSE SEEMS TO HAVE FALLEN AND SHATTERED TO PIECES

When all else seems to have fallen and shattered to pieces, just spheres of broken threads. Here I do stand amidst in an umbra, life so swiftly shoved knives betwix my spine, then I so lay helplessly not even having the strength to swallow spit. My stomach rumbles and grumbles in argony, I look I look my bosooms are nowhere to be found then I awake to the sudden truth that life has swindled me around and as a cub milking dry her mothers suck. Oh pieces of shattered imaginations and broken dreams, Oh Oh Oh lifeless breath I do breathe, my perfect life in ruins: anumbra, antanumbra, penumbra is all that have become of me, but loo what is this I see? What is this I see? With the last will I do have I blink not, but behold this phenominon that so greately bemuse my sight. It is so far yet nigh, what is this? The earth moves and falls before me, light beams break through to my rescue. Dawn at last, I then realise that it's just a season passing by and I do stand unmovable in His Majesties hand of caurage. When my season is ripe His hand shall let loose of His fingers then all the shadows shall be as the brink of imaginations. So till then I do wait, holding on that blesseth hope of Faith. God is my strength, my peace and my salvation, Amen... B.Majola

UNCARING GORVENMENT!

"Buffeted they are ears so deaf eyes so dull what is this I see? what is this I hear? look! look! is that a wrinkle on the visages? ancient they are feeble yet they glow and slumber! where is the child I ask?" AN ALIEN AT HOME "Stranger To Himself" Busisani Majola

AN ALIEN AT HOME "STRANGER TO HIMSELF"

"Taking a look at the Westerners, Europeans, Asians etc as much as they entertain sports it comes secondary with education being primary. On the other side it is a different story to the African child to hims sports is primary with emphasis and pressure yet education is secondary. In America no matter how good you are in football if you do not get the grades required for a football scholarship you will only be a high school dream you wont go past that and you will not be that great football star. For there is no good sportsmanship without a fine tuned mined, and the best way to do that is through education. This style or tendency was put on us by the colonialist to disesteem the African in order to lock away his potential for at once we were the center of education infact we had the first educational institutions we were the leaders of civilization. Infact the way we were so intelligent and so keen on education we once built a tower stretching to the heavens! Education and civilization is our heritage, and not a western thing but they took it from us and made good use of it, they treasured it and then used it to acquire our skills then turned it against us to fill their greed and lust for power or superiority. Such emphasis on sports and other things that do not catapults nor elevates the standard of the African child to meet international academic levels is the imperialists tool to always remain superior above the African. Perhaps one day when the child awakens the tables will turn but until such a time we will remain inferior being minor than the minority yet labelled the majority. Inequality, apartheid and colonialism still exists and is worse than it was before we received this masked democracy or acclaimed liberation. Arise, awake O African child before the sun sets to see its true colors and where its allegiance lies..." AN ALIEN AT HOME "STRANGER TO HIMSELF" BUSISANI MAJOLA

"They are old, they are tired stricken by amnesia having forgoten about the african child" AN ALIEN AT HOME "STRANGER TO HIMSELF" BUSISANI MAJOLA