Comments about Nandipha Mphanya
I soak my eyes in tears, page me through....
I a mask put on, you permitted are not
jubilant tales I Oonce told
but now all it is, is a remedy of pain, anger and hate
hateful thoughts, a sad affair it is
ruined by what was thought to be....
He was, a precious memory
but now just a broken branch from my tree
he was, he is now but a painful memory