Myself Poem by VUSI CHRIS VENUS MALALA

I carry myself with pride

I walk back and forth with troubles of my tribe

I carry them inside of me

My soul is burning, it's burning with all the desires, the greed, jealous, the envy and the lust that lasts a lifetime

it's sickening, but I do carry myself.

I carry the love that burns all fears

And the tears of joy are always near because of what I hear. It's her heartbeat, it's the rhythm tuned without the melody of a spiritual hymn.

I carry myself through the depth of dispair hoping that life becomes fair. I am a leader

I lead myself along in the path of righteousness, I cheer the silent voices that speak to the inner me, the voices of courage that carry myselfthrough hopelessness and worthlessness. The voices that seek a home frustrated by the state of nothingness that comes with being homeless.

I carry myself.

I walk with the living, summoned courage from the dead, you call them abaphansi. The ancesteral meaning that never existed only through a thin veil, is it all true?

I am a man of faith

I believe I have been called by God to fulfill his purpose, to preach, to reach out and touch those who are afraid. I carry myself, my life is not mere testimony, it's an entire sermon