Musa Gift Masombuka

Musa Gift Masombuka Poems

For ritual I will kill
For I want to heal
but myself is thrill
because alive I have to kill
...

Is a kiss of life,
that brings me light.
It feels so right,
when we kiss so tight.
...

When I look at your face
It's like watching the night sky
Or a twilight,
There is so much it holds for me,
...

Cry me a river,
For I have moved on.
You are a pale flower to me,
You lost all your colors and smell which attracted me.
...

What would I do to impress her?
What would I do to surpass her?
How do I impress her?
Or maybe something to please her.
...

Dear alcohol my friend,
since you came into my life I have changed,
your friendship to me means the world.
Alcohol my friend,
...

Born by mistake,
denied by his father,
resent by his mother.
Raised by strangers,
...

O BE A MO RATA
(She loved him)

He was one of a kind
...

The road too long,
The bus too slow,
The weather too cold,
The night too dark.
...

10.

Africa my continent
Why so dying slowly?
What infection do you have,
It procrastinate to kill.
...

Goodbye father John,
For we shall meet again,
Things of this world you have seen,
It was time for you to rest,
...

It makes such a painful sound,
It hums so bad and touching,
Like an elegy for a mother.
With eyes drowned in water,
...

Yes! It's deeper than poetic
The feeling I have for you
Yes! It's dramatic
The love story I want us to read,
...

14.

Hear me out I cry
I need energy
I need it for an elegy
I am in strain
...

15.

As I glow my light so blazin'
My day, night the same.
I bring warmth and comfort.
If unnoted I am vicious,
...

If I had words to describe you,
I wound' have gone far, bet by the bush.
I wouldn't have paged through a thesaurus or a dictionary.
I wouldn't have exercised my cerebrum.
...

I saw it all in Jo'burg,
Yes I have seen it all in Johannesburg,
From peasant workers to peanuts sellers,
Sex workers to sell people,
...

Let it rain
The trees are dry
All forms of life are thirsty
The land is pale
...

Let me die not.
I still have that faith,
I still have that hope,
I still have that thought,
...

Three words are those which are spoken right from my heart,
Three words are those which keeps us together,
Three words expresses my thoughts and feelings to you,
Three words puts a smile on your face,
...

Musa Gift Masombuka Biography

Born on 1st April 1998, bred in Siyabuswa and grew up at Regae township. The first son of Anna Masombuka and the late Vusi Sibiya. Musa is illegitimate to his siblings: Charlie, Ntokozo and Nomfundo. Musa attended creche at Regae Primary school, then enrolled Grade R to 7 in Mohlahlane Primary school. He is currently in grade 11 at Majatladi Secondary school where he was awarded twice as best overall achiever and meritorious achievement in English. Musa comes from a poor background in a poor community. He is an indoor person who likes internet. Musa is on medication for his asthma illness.)

The Best Poem Of Musa Gift Masombuka

Not Afraid To Kill.

For ritual I will kill
For I want to heal
but myself is thrill
because alive I have to kill
And skin in real.

Why these medicines are made of me?
with contagious trees between the hills.
It is a treasure of gold
and platinum it has sold
as the sangoma explained.

Why blood we have to spill
like a witch have to cast a spell
illegally or we'll be in hell
and our mission not done well.

Why don't we have fear
to carve a man and hear
horrible sounds of help
when his manhood taken he yelp
and if gone forever
we will not mend.

The life of innocents will not return
and the bone masters gain in return
Richness is their honey
but not enjoyable like stolen money
For they are always in fear.

© Musa Gift Masombuka 2015.
Unauthorised duplication is prohibited.

Musa Gift Masombuka Comments

Willfred Seliba Lungile 04 September 2015

Yoh! 53 Poems. Good Work poi.

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