Wednesday 11 September 2013

...expressed...


The one

I see you watching me, looking at me with eyes that express emotions I'm not even sure exist

You see me everyday, passing by you, looking over you, waving at you and i see you too

You are waiting there, waiting for me to recognise, realise, appreciate and reach for you...yet i do none.

I just stare back at you with blind blank brown wide open eyes 

Everyday

The calamity of the situation is that i want to know you, understand you so much but i do not know it yet.

I see you watching me, looking at me with eyes that express emotions i am not even sure exist.

I stare at you sometimes, trying to perfect you in my tame restricted mind and you stare back with daring eyes then i look away as it scares me.

Days have been when i do not even want to see a glimpse of you

Yet you pull me in to just take a peep...to just see if you have reached your peak.

I have unexplainable fantasies about you, yet i do not know you 

I believe in you, describe you, and convince myself that you are the love of my life, but still I do not see you the way I am supposed to.

 I see you watching me, looking at me with eyes that express emotions i am not even sure exist

One day i will grow tired of this game i play

One day i will do one of these two...i will quit or i will do as you want.

One day

Silliness, madness, and impossibility my narcissist core shouts when i even begin to have the slightest thought of you and i being one!

You are so beautiful gorgeous...even majestic, it scares me sometimes.

I see you watching me, looking at me with eyes that express emotions i am not even sure exist.

One day i will look at you and actually see you the way you want me to see you.

One day...at the right angle...time...and place...

I will see you...perfectly

I that mirror.
 


...elegantly weird and simply sophisticated


These are words or things that are just floating around in my head as my day goes on, full of silliness and i bet half of them don't make sense...lol!

candy candy         addiction concentration                 not with you at any level, phase or term

Cheese                   poetically imbalanced             just like Romeo and Juliet...it died at the end.

Reacting ridiculously     falling into pieces of us               gracefully hot and disgustingly sexy

Words of a workaholic and works of a wordsmith

Roller, walker, baller, rocker     as i watch the fall    magnificent delirium   strawberry minute maid

I think my poetry does, sometimes, come to me naturally to me.I tend to write my thoughts rather fastidiously if i do say so myself. When i think of words to describe what is going on in my ever so gorgeous mind of mine it just comes out wonderfully articulated in a 'note-to-self' type of way, which some may think its novel material...well.

i like writing down my thoughts.it relaxes me and truly speaking(or writing),i think I'm much smarter with my pen than my vocal cords. Not saying I’m a total wreck at speaking ,just that i express myself better in writing and I’m more comfortable in that space.

i love poetry, it touches me.as a poet myself what i basically do, and sometimes unintentionally, is muse over the past, give descriptive shout-outs to the present and imagine the future with the flair that would give the Italians a run for their money, through the beautiful artistic language of poetry.it enables me to be anyone i want to be and be the best of that person.

i don’t know how exactly i became a poet per-say, i mean i know when and how it came about for me to write my first poem, which was a dare from a colleague of mine in 2008.and that’s how i fell into this art of being able to articulate my real, imaginery, relative and someone else's thoughts, expressions or experiences, in a way i love.

Monday 9 September 2013

colour me...bright

CHECK ME OUT
I'm that sexy mamacita with that mokwanya heel shoe
miss heart breaker,charmerthing sexy mothertswana
hommies know how i roll
don't let these GC streets lights fool ya,
there is no yellin n screamin
i mean fussin n fightin
about hatin n trippin
which i know but you don't about me
so don't give me no amnesia dejavu coz I'll remember forgetting you...again.

check me out
see... I'm that one,adding a sum
becoming someone
this lyrically inspired daughter of the earth
searching and seeking for the I in Us
the Me in We,the Myself in Ourselves
for the truth in the lie ,the lie in the truth
of this here my world

Hey,I'm still that sexymamacita
with that mokwanyaheel shoe
miss heartbreaker,charmerthing sexy mothertswana
now you know how i roll

again check me out
not...with that dirty shady look you stare at me with when i pass by with my style on 10 and my swagg on high
nah..not like that...even though i like being seen

check me out
like this...as that hip hop listening,soulbeat dancing,icepop eating,poetry reciting,bible reading,art believing,diva thing doing sister in the hood doing her thing right now like a wordsmith workaholic addict getting a fix right now...and if feels soo good!
soo good that i want you to feel it with me as you...check me out once again.
coz this sister here is the type to check out
coz i do the like check
yet not forgetting to check out the poetess in me
as the hiphoper,rhymer,beat boxer emerges within this one
adding a sum,becoming someone.

 check me out one last time
because this sexy mamacita
with this mokwanyaheel shoe
miss heartbreaker,charmerthing sexy mothertswana

IS IT!

so watch the space...i check out!
lovely

 lovely i am

lovely i am with my polkadot socks
my old jeans and my over-sized sweater
lovely i am
with my makeupless face
my dusty brown hair
my crooked smile
lovely i am
in my own world,where i am queen of substance
and master of my own love
lovely is the world am in
lovely i am

with my funny boyish walk
my crazy way of explanation
my part in this world...lovely

lovely i am

as i am,who i am
where i am,how i am
lovely i say...quite lovely
 

 
 

Wednesday 4 September 2013

BLACK, BLUE AND WHITE





We live in a world of tried fallacy. Regional dictatorship of the mind by ourselves. We raise our so-called voices but our hearts are silent, hushed up like someone stole the fire, even though we never bothered to light it up.
Where has the life gone? Was it even ever there?
From my calculations the past two decades have been the same…full of nothing. Yes we can talk about miss universe, succes in athletics and all those minute-lasting hypes. but once you say you are from Botswana out there in the world most people don’t know anything about us. maybe our diamonds yes but what else? It is not enough. We need the international world to want to know us, experience life here and seek us out.
It’s so slow here that even terrorists don’t bother looking us up! You don’t have to have lived abroad to notice that the pace of this here our country is ridiculously and unfavorably slow and demoralizing. The customer service everywhere, the news, the pace we have from child to independent young adult and everything is just so slow. It is like we have a completely different time set from the rest of the world. We always talk about development and international recognition, well, that will not happen until we let go of the past which we eloquently put as tradition, culture and originality! Pphssww! it wont work!
By the past I mean:
1.       Insisting on speaking Setswana on most if not all media entities. How do we expect international recognition if the world can’t even understand us?!
2.       Providing education that does not emphasize self confidence and independence in children. Botswana’s young adults leave home to stay on their own at the average age of 25! Shocking right but its true. while most countries out there young adults live on their own at 18 and have jobs, cars and even families, here we still live at home become less experienced in life survival skills and pass on the same pace to our kids.
3.       Pushing the traditional dance and dikhwaere agenda down the nation’s throat by marketing it all over and encouraging everyone to be part of it through our very own national television. All because it is said to attract tourists. Well here is the thing, tourists are attracted by things that are not there in their own countries, things which are special, rare, and unique presented in an internationally acceptable manner which we have a mountain of. The thing is we don’t cultivate the right things in this here our land. We are cultivating the same things we were at independence and that was how many years ago? 60?
4.       The fear of our very own government which we elect every four years. In the proper dimension of life I would very much rather be in, “governments should be afraid of their people”-(taken from V for Vendetta, the movie with that Kierra Knightly girl or is it Natalie Portman, they always confuse me, they look so much alike) anyway back to governments, we chose to put them in power then we fear them?! It does not make sense.i am not trying to be all political and revolutionary, I am just being realistic and sensible.
On that realistic beat I will end with saying, it’s about time we accept that our country is a dull country, nothing pops up in the minds of the international world out the when you mention Botswana. And the sooner we accept this the faster we will do something about it and change things then turn around and refuse being a dull country.
It’s a sad but true reality that we have nothing going on, because we have so much potential, so much originality, talent, uniqueness and resources to be one of the best in Africa and the world but we are too naive, lazy and downright slow to do anything that will help us. I am doing something right now talking to you about it and offering solutions. I strive for my independence as a young adult through two jobs and school. And most of all I vote, vote for a government which I believe can help my beautiful Botswana, me and my people.
What do you do and what are you planning on doing?