The African Beauty (Ubuhle Beafrika) Poem by Anele Potelwa (Unpublished)

Conspecous eyes,
making me feel deeply oblious,
making my mind swing concurve,
but my heart convex,

It is named beauty,
yes! yes! African beauty like,
amaza exela ukulwatyuza,
though under the see of blood in my veins,
yes lies joy in my envious soul,

and now ndim lo,
i feel like drinking a bourbon,
but the thirst being swaved away by umbazo wakho kum,
I know it is a cumbersome feeling of shy,
And yes i know ukuba ngaphakathi i have doubt,
kodwa oko ndiphalaze lamazwi,
i stand firm with my natural whisle and blow to the amazing grace,
and now i am shaking ndiyagcagcazela,
like an ovacado tree ndinedyudyu,
shivering its leaves,
yes ndiyagcagcazela like a dog,
that during winter the weather hits hard,
like my nephew whose nightmares result in the latter-
ewe! ndenzwa lidyudyu,
dyudyukazi lokubona amehlo angengawo owokubonwa nangubani na,

but awaited and became a fool,
for an action to be conducted,
not unexpectedly by you,
but by my instincts,
okwangoku, i continue to give credit were its due.
ewe ubuhle-e