My Love

My Love, Our Love

My love.

My love for you…

...doesn’t make headlines on newspapers...

...doesn’t pose on shop windows...

...doesn’t drive in flashy horses, trains, limo’s or airplanes

My love for you doesn’t wear designer clothes...

...doesn’t eat fancy food daily... 

...doesn’t give false impressions...

...my love for you doesn’t feed on pride or show-offs

My love for you doesn’t doubt itself...

...nor compare itself to others...

My love, My love, My love

My love for you is what it is

My love is concentrated...

...Rich...

...Real and Present

My love for you is Simple...

...Straight... 

...Genuine...

...Endless.

My love for you is pure Love.

| Written by Solomon Khaya Gebashe |

| Twitter: @gebashek |

| #kasilove | #hlavulepoems |

| 16 July 2015 |

You hate?!!

You hate me ...

I never imposed on you 

I never stole from you

Or share ambition

yet you hate me

For decades you kept such hatred

Deeply rooted in your veins

You've been fed hate

Told stories about me

Lied to so you can hate

You full of hate ...

You've been denied a room to think on your own

Given ammunition to hate and you accepted

You hate, when you know the poison you fed

Why you hate me?

Why do you hate me ... 

I share what I have in me 

My pride beneath & on top of the soil

My life in valleys and joy in the plain fields

My beauty in the karoo & my scenes in ukhahlamba

Yet you passionately hate me! 

Afrika is big for all yet you want it for yourself

Greed dominates you uncontrollably 

You mark territories naming them yours

In places you found freehold

Just so you can be superior & worthy to those who didn't see your worth

Why you hate me?

Is it self hate directed to me, I ask myself

Is your sight still clouded by hate from your ancestors

Is your mind unable to see good that needs to be done

Is self hate so much that it flows out of your skin effortlessly?

Why do you hate?

When you can love, love self & others

When you can accept differences

When you can think on your own

Act on your own thoughts & decisions

Why live your ancestors dreams and faults

Why be chained by chains used for slavery

Why perpetuate your self hate to others

Why not deal with self and accept your flaws

Why you continue to hate?

To this day you hate

Under influences you still hate

You fight passionately to be superior 

Lacking kindness and Ubuntu to your own 

Selfish and arrogant without shame

Your hate is so toxic ...

You fearful and pretentious in your so-called space

You wanna lead & be heard in spaces of those you hate

You full of hate, you toxic with hate 

Why do you hate so much, why do you hate so much?

Leave hate friend, love life!

Written by Khaya Sol Gebashe

2Aug2014

Loaded vessels

Simanzi nte!

as I walked the streets - faces are full of smiles

ears are wrapped in beats by Dre

yet hearts are heavily loaded...

...loaded with loads

words are mumbled every second

voices are not heard

yet faces are full of smiles

hearts are heavily with loads

streets are crowded, pathways are jammed

up and down movements resemble ants at work

yet no work is done but judgments fela

pillows are soaking wet

endless cries continue within

high walls stop noises from within

cries for help yet in the morning masks are worn

smiles are pulled on and beats by Dre rock on

status updates are written

full of wisdom - life - joy - happiness - fun - love

yet hearts bleed sadness - anger - unhappiness - self doubt

these loads are carried with masks on

nicely hidden and beautifully dressed

airwaves make noise with solutions not heard

Billions are spent on programs to help

Passions are shared endlessly to ease the loads

yet these loads are locked deep under the masks

they part of daily clothing and the makeup worn

part of places accustomed to and people known

part of sorrows and joys experienced but no peace inside

these loads are labelled and given names

fancy names at times as heavy as they are

heads are loaded, seeking empty bins to fill

these loads are heavy in heart, spirit and mind

yet there is no place to empty them

religion - marriage - politics, heavy loads

loads of culture - life - families

race - work - failure

loads of doubt - esteem - lack of confidence

assurance - support - fear

loaded as we are, we walk tall daily

clothed in our masks, dressed in belts of self-judgment

and updating those statuses without fail

loaded ... loaded ... loaded!

Written by Khaya Solomon Gebashe

02-June-2014

AROUND THIS TIME... ...KRISMAS TIME

Around this time, I remember those days…

…the days we used to receive christmas cards ka-poso

The days we exchanged brief letters

Those days we crowded Jozi stores for Christmas clothes

The days we played longer outside the yard

The days that seized fights we had at our avenues

Around this time, I remember those days…

…the days we spent the whole day on sport

Erased all hurt and hatred we got from neighbours & families

The days we appreciated each other

The days we believed what adults told us with no questions asked

The days of pinki-pinki and the stories zama-Zet

Around this time, I remember those days…

…the days we longed to buy a pair of shoes

The days we queued with faces full of Vaseline to watch a movie e-next door

The days paid no attention to the rand exchange

I remember those days.

The days we knocked at each door asking for Christmas

receiving a colourful plate of food and i-custard ne jelly

the days we didn’t call parents by names, man were abobaba

the days we got nothing for being sent to shops

Around this time, I remember those days…

…we knew that to have chicken for supper, you had to chase it & catch it

The days we left our house keys e-next door

the days we looked forward to seeing our fathers, brothers and uncles from Jozi,

coming nama-swidi

Around this time, I remember those days…

…the days we lived as a village and we all loved it

I remember those days we embraced being Afrikans

The days we laughed and shared love with strangers

I remember those Christmas days we lived life.

Around this time, I remember it is time we remember to be human

It is time we remember we blessed

It is time we remember to bless

It is time we remember to be a blessing

Around this time I remembered you.

                                                                                                 Written by Solomon Khaya Gebashe

Mazibuyel' emasisweni!... ...back to the roots!

I remember the tough times I had in Transkei,

I remember the richness in brotherhood I got,

I remember the times spent in mountains and valleys.

My mind is populated with fond memories,

My heart is filled with warmth,

My spirit rejoices for overcoming

I look back and smile,

Picture the journey I travelled,

Laugh at those who wished horror,

I'm rooted because of you.

Umuzi mkhulu is the town, I visited once in a while

Umfula mhle is the village, I learnt stick-fighting and got my pride

Esicelweni my village is called, that is where my root is

Mazibuyel' emasisweni!!

I remember the 4 hour periods the bus used to pass,

The joy I had seeing a vehicle coming towards our bus-stop,

The pride I displayed after accounting our herd.

Every day was an adventure, fighting for no reason

Learning the ways and means of survival in a village was a constant battle

Ever milestone achieved was a step closer to manhood

Mazibuyel' emasisweni!

I remember the privilege of wearing shoes,

The joy of white bread with peanut butter,

The times we spent around the fire laughing

I remember gestures we did when entering the house,

The smiles we shared when seeing girls,

The times we spent heading to school felt like hours

I remember the one church we all went to,

The journey we took going there,

The spirit of community we had.

Masibuyeleni emasisweni!!

I still hear the sound of the whip,

The cry of a boy in training to be a young man,

The times I spent learning from my cousin.

Ingane ikhuliswa yisizwe, I can testify to that.

Our culture is rich in Ubuntu, respect, ways of life

Our customs define who we really are,

My experiences in uMzimkhulu are a treasure

My existence is a blessing, a treasure continuously explored.

Mazibuyel' emasisweni!!

Rittin by Khaya Sol Gebashe

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Influence is based on what you focus on in life.

Iron sharpens .....

It's easy for Islands to be Islands but no man is an Island.
This might sound pointless until you search and find the point of it.
I once heard that the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, how close is this to the truth.
Too many times we try to take out the twig in our brother's and sister's eyes and we forget that we have logs in our OWN eyes.
Remember that there is no smoke without fire. OK! you ready to hear this now since you read to this point.

I'm learning that every walk in life is a journey, my being here and the challenges I've faced can empower someone else one day. I'm learning that I'm NOT better than you and you not better than me therefore we co-exist so we can learn from each other.
I'm learning that for every dark period in one's life there will surely be a lighter period too, a period to reflect and use lessons learn in the dark, hard, unclear period. I'm learning that every day is a gift from God, no one is too clever or wiser than God. I'm learning that God's love is enough for all of us whether you believe or not. I'm learning that going to church does not make you a better person but a relationship with God makes you a humble person. I'm learning that blood is thicker than water and love conquers all evil. I'm learning that I wont know everything and I'm okay with that. I'm learning that life is short yet it needs drive, zeal and passion to be fun and rewarding. I'm learning that I'm not alone, I have you and you and you.

Therefore no man is an Island, umuntu ngumuntu ngabantu!
Rittin by Khaya Sol Gebashe

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Influence is based on what you focus on in life.