Siyabonga Njica is an aspiring poet from Guguletu in Cape Town. Having lost his dad at just 11 years old, he began writing manuscripts about his father and used his unexpected demise as a weapon and tool to portray rather a modest and heart-warming side of himself, unknown by those around him. He started writing poems in 2009 and became an over-night sensation after touching many readers on his ... more »
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Siyabonga Njica Poems
We Say Enough
Men! We are slowly losing our women and children. Slowly forfeiting the future of our phenomenal nation, In aspirations of RAPE, DOMINANCE and DISCIPLINE.
Inside My Maths Class
My minds is not here, I find myself un found, Bemused if not confused, My head is constantly looking down,
Life In The Ghetto
As The Wheel Of Time Turns
As the wheel of time turns.. Fallen souls are forgotten, Their presence unoticed, Their remains hidden behind closed
Emotions of a Fatherless Child
We live in a society haunted by hate, No sign of common love, No justice for selfish bait. Youth grieves over petty issues,
The Past and Beyond
Flash-backs of my childhood Keep running through my mind. The voices of my tutors that Spoke of cautious pride.
Unpleasant Days (after-effects of my fat...
Im a troubled child in the face of the moon, Raised without a father, Bred without a silver spoon. Im a troubled child who seeks nothing but perfection,
To A Sister I Have Never Met
Dear Luniko: Seasons have passed, Years have left, Dad and I were'nt around When you took your first step.
Have You Any Purpose In Life?
The roads give us direction, Our tutors give us insight, The moon provides a spectacular glow Of brightness up at night.
As my left hand moves To the rhythm of my ink, My heart draws its affection, A perfect recipe for a manuscript. I ponder of distant yesterdays
When Will We Reconcile? (For The Boys Wh...
The pains of brutality we have come to endure, The merciless behaviour of adolescents and more, The cries of our kind that seemed to last a while, I question myself...When will we reconcile?
There comes a time In a young man's life, Where ambitions emanate, His future seems bright.
Where I Want To End Up
We are all deceived by material things, Unable to define genuine success. Your prosperity lies not in the depth of your jeans,
What's Gone Wrong with Our Gentlemens' C...
My appalling findings of who we've become, Paint a perfect image of wrong things we have done.
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We Say Enough
We are slowly losing our women and children.
Slowly forfeiting the future of our phenomenal nation,
In aspirations of RAPE, DOMINANCE and DISCIPLINE.
Slowly witnessing the demise of our sons and daughters,
Building borders of battlefields and victimising our own kind within them,
Blind to the responsibility of protecting our families as men.
We have become perpetrators in our own households.
Sold our souls in beer holes for atonement of power and lust of acquiring the throne.
He strolls back home with liquor breath far from being sober,
Broken bones as ...