Siviwe Wiseman FIRSTMAN

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Perfoming arts aspire took inspiration from the warmth passion and strong determination path after the Perfomance in Satmaawards launch 2009 as the Lead guy..and Face of the Satma. Wiseman has became one most influential perfoming artist since 2005 strongly in poetry, , worked with Isiqiniseko Arts & events which still remain true conscious Perfomers in the Genre of Acting. MANAGEMENT: STARK RAVING MANAGEMENT. FILM TRAINING: STARK, National Film Vedio Foundation. DANCER: in Mnet Movie TV ADVERTS: Featured artist in black label. INFLUENCE: most aspiring artist in dreams POETS: healers of the soul.. CURRENT LOCATION: Rabie Rigde Midrand Johannesburg/Egoli HOMETOWN: Matatiele (Lukholweni) INTERESTS: PRODUCING, DIRECTING, & WRITING, DOCUMENTARIES SCRIPTS, SHORT FILMS, PUBLISHING BOOKS, A bit of music while building the brand through acting, Bookings: http: //Www.Facebook.com http: //www.Starksa.co.za gumedewiseman@facebook.com Info@starksa.co.za 011 830 1395 gumedewiseman@gmail.com like the Page https: //m.facebook.com/SiviweWisemanFirstmanGumede? refid=48 Through.. website of my Manager/ myself. Am a very Passionate, Active person full of love for community work and more. Currently am looking for donations on anything related to the Needy and Poverty striken people. it could be food Groceries.Blankets, Clothes and many more for my previously disadvantaged in my community.0764420318)

The Best Poem Of Siviwe Wiseman FIRSTMAN

Echo Of Her Cry

Before it was wayward of a composition,
with so much strength in my position,

I kept depositing
She depth in listening,

word in the cords of the telephone,
The hour was mild to the night,

light not enough
my face was covered,

with fluff blanket at the dim light,
I transferred my old

anger to her with forceful sound.
Silence was her answers the amount.

Then i expressed the emotion with her attention,
Not paying attention to the load the words could be carrying,

It was like i was on the radio microphone,
And she was on the speaker-tone,

The silence was sound to loud in my convex conversation,
i gain the tension

to the unusual echo in the phone line,
until i realized she was crying on me,

i lost the molded interpretation,
Unintentional i socked to the sound, and i followed it from the source tention.

We both choir the music of cry.
Since it was at night i began to catch a pace to sell my sound of hers,

Surely the vibration in our voices
must have been transformed to noises,

tormenting the waves of Vodäcom,
Since in the progress of our emotion,

the call was cut she couldn't hear me.
Up until today i fear to call her.

We both became frozen in the momentum fridge,
love motion lead me until my pillow was damp,

I woke up in the morning face dry,
in the echo of her cry.


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