Livity.

Dear Life,

I must begin by stating how disappointed I am by you.

Your sweet aroma now dulled to the state of stale tobacco breath.

You continue to bless the blessed

& curse the already suffering.

You behave whorish

but unlike our beloved skanks

who will gladly hoe their non-elastic pussys

to any man

for the close to kind gesture

of two Blacks & a gwai

you reserve yours

for polygamous liars

who capitalise

on paraffin buyers

DINTSHANG? 

You’ve condemned the peaceful

& placed their enemies on Babylon heighted pedestals

constructed from gold plated plastic crates

so they may drill commands

as army less sergeants

to the scrap feeders

O BATLANG?

Did I err in confessing a love unrivalled?

Do you take time spent

in your company

as a sign of weakness?

Is this your way of

avenging a broken heart?

I lit the fire to keep warm,

not to intentionally burn a whole.

I cut the tree to have a home,

not to scare your lovely mother Gaya.

I lied to protect a soul

I stole to feed hope

I fooled around to disguise a foolish confusion

& undermining you

well, that was just self-projection.

So why do you continue to misbehave?

When on countless occasions

I’ve knelt down & confessed my imperfections.

I am truly let down

left with the parking guy’s frown

& a Jesus type crown

My precious life

kindly change your ways.

Sincerely,

He Who Lives You.

Thabiso Nkoana©2009