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WELCOME TO THE WEBSITE. This website is created to look at general issues that affect us,as young South Africans interests and hobbies and a few tips for mothers, as I am a mother myself. The site is still under construction, so any additions are welcome. Here u'll learn a few things and have a chance to share your view on matters affecting us and more. Enjoy

 

 

My name is Nelisiwe Sithole. I named this wesite after my baby gal Ponelo. She inspired me to build the site.
 
 

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the question

 

it could have been the most beautiful question

if it were just between you me and the sea

not a rotten question

my sin is to cut open its skin

and let loose its crazed blood onto the sea

the question is madder than the indian ocean

sea waves are sick toss my surf insanely

shuffle the cards of my senses

the creases of my spirit

will not hide the question

it pops madly in the eye of the illest wave

echoes in the ears of sea shells

yells so lunatic yet its power is solar

its soul electrifies the sea in me

why is the question eating me

why does it point a piecing finger at me

when i’ve spent a million eternities

pushing the ocean away

but sea waves pull it back

the question spills over the coastline  

wets my feet

beads of question drip from my skin

even as i walk away from the ocean’s scream

the question is me

in sync with sounds of the sea

you tapping the phone of my spirit

listening to the pulse of my senses

 

by: Kgafela oa Magogodi

 
 
 

MY DEATH

 

i don't know the day to be exact
even though my days are numbered
each time i smoke a chesterfield cigarette
a song wake me up before you go.., go
by george michael could be appropriate
i wish i could die a clean person black out without 
even to remember i once lived on earth..,
a team of doctors once woke me up
in a hillbrow hospital
i was brought up to the hospital unknown
all of a sudden in a black out
my memory main switch fell black out in a jeppe street jozi
raindrops drizziling seven thirty pm jumpers
from a fast foot fontana inn
when attacked by a morass gang of no particular origin
many times i dream drowning
which is not a happy experience at all
if you come to think of it
sometimes i dream dying in those severe wars
people trampling all over me awake
like a poppie i wake up dusting off my clothes
to think of it.., it's never a happy experience at all
at the age of eleven
i literally threw myself into an open field public pool
watching my late brother david swimming
i was fascinated gazing at the water which
in turn attracted me to a sudden dive
in which my late brother rescue
saved my life from drowning

 

By: Ike Muila

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