bitter-sweet

he was mesmerised by her beauty. she was a real gem.he was really fascinated by her angelic beauty. at the back of his mind he knew beauty was a witch and that destruction walked with smiling faces.t hat was how it was.emelo was a stunning beauty. a gazelle.maybe she was what was envisaged in the song of solomon.

at a bar called horse -shoe pub and grill he met her. she was a marvel indeed. she walked with amazing grace. here she was working her arse off in a pub. there she was subjected to all the lustful drunks and serious minded men.

he looked at her. maybe he undressed her with his eyes. it was her physical beauty that drew him close. that was it. he wanted her. then he loved her. what is love?

then he wormed his way into her heart.together they went into every nook and cranny of this town called musina. her mother accepted him. she loved him.her brothers and sisters fell for him.he basked in the sunshine of their love and acceptance.

then they parted ways. he felt the bitterness. he psychologically smote her as he chased after her young sister. he went after her friends. they fell short of his standards.she fell back into his arms. he fell into her arms again. it was a bitter- sweet affair. such was life. such is life.

YEARNING FOR LIBERTY

we created frankenstein
some actively made the parts
in your graves do you hear me
others chose to be in deathly silence
when they could speak out loudly

frankenstein then started the rampage
devouring mothers, children and fathers
devouring his creators without mercy
a web of fear spread everywhere
there frankenstein thrived

frankenstein must now be chained
the ghosts of the past must be exorcised
the time for deafening silence is up
to smithereens we must blow frankenstein
the nation must now sing and dance