(Penned for a very special, beautiful young lady, RETHABILE SERAGE. NANA is a term meaning BABY in most of our African languages. I love you, NANA! You mean THE WORLD to me!)
You're such a pretty lady;
not long you were one.
You call me mama/sister;
yet to me you are a friend.
We've shared stunning moments;
I've laughed at you, with you.
I recall our petty fights
then I think, "Eish, this one!"
You are my SPECIAL NANA;
beautiful gift from God.
It hurts me to the core
when things aren't well with you.
Sweet, gentle soul;
that's how I think of you.
And though you may be far
you're right here in my heart!
Fond memories of you;
your raw laughter, your naughty streak.
I love you, gorgeous sis'!
YOU ARE MY LITTLE FRIEND!
Wear Christ always;
never forget to pray.
Remember what we did
when it was only us.
We used to share THE WORD;
It's medicine to the soul.
Remember what He said,
"I AM THE BREAD OF LIFE!"
© Yvonne Mahlape Maserumule, 2014
(All rights reserved)
Wednesday 25 June 2014
Wednesday 11 June 2014
REMEMBERING THE 80s (ST MARK'S COLLEGE, JANE FURSE, SOUTH AFRICA)
Soldiers came, invaded;
most fully armoured.
We ran in all directions
amid a smell of fear.
Alone in the cold dorm,
I hid in the shower.
I then prayed to God
to keep us safe and sound.
I wet my pretty skirt
as big boots marched inside.
His blue eyes piercing mine,
he knelt right next to me:
"It is okay now, kid;
I'm your friend - won't do you harm."
"Why, then, are you here?"
I whispered, starring back.
He only smiled at me
and gently stroked my back.
He reached inside his pocket;
took out a small, black book.
"My Bible!" he then said,
as he smiled and drew me close.
"He really has no gun;
just the Sword of the Spirit!"
He glanced and winked at me
as though reading my roaming mind.
For quite some time we sat
until he broke the silence:
"You know the Armour of God?"
He asked, playfully nudging me.
I quietly nodded back,
all fear, all terror gone.
We then both read The Book
as he hugged me ever close.
"Time for me to go;
I think now duty calls!"
"Great meeting you, my friend;
my name is Lebohang."
"You may call me Andries!"
he said, hugged me goodbye.
Very soon he was gone,
together with the rest!
© Yvonne Mahlape Maserumule, 2014
(All rights reserved) (A combination of reality and a bit of the author's own imagination)
most fully armoured.
We ran in all directions
amid a smell of fear.
Alone in the cold dorm,
I hid in the shower.
I then prayed to God
to keep us safe and sound.
I wet my pretty skirt
as big boots marched inside.
His blue eyes piercing mine,
he knelt right next to me:
"It is okay now, kid;
I'm your friend - won't do you harm."
"Why, then, are you here?"
I whispered, starring back.
He only smiled at me
and gently stroked my back.
He reached inside his pocket;
took out a small, black book.
"My Bible!" he then said,
as he smiled and drew me close.
"He really has no gun;
just the Sword of the Spirit!"
He glanced and winked at me
as though reading my roaming mind.
For quite some time we sat
until he broke the silence:
"You know the Armour of God?"
He asked, playfully nudging me.
I quietly nodded back,
all fear, all terror gone.
We then both read The Book
as he hugged me ever close.
"Time for me to go;
I think now duty calls!"
"Great meeting you, my friend;
my name is Lebohang."
"You may call me Andries!"
he said, hugged me goodbye.
Very soon he was gone,
together with the rest!
© Yvonne Mahlape Maserumule, 2014
(All rights reserved) (A combination of reality and a bit of the author's own imagination)
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