Saturday, 30 April 2016

Journey of the Past - Part 1

It was a journey of the past
From which I was blinded apart
By the shackles of love and trust,
I had been squeezed into dusty ashes but dust
In a little corner of the circle, for the final cut
I was told had reached its rhetoric touch,
But little did I know yet the Senator was such
A persistent peasant for the protestant class,
I was just not kind enough to rebuke the past,
For warriors
Had walked naked without
Mercy to the victim. I had become
A silent murderer, a rebellious one,
A notorious kind yet serene but a broken heart,
And I now recognize that every man bears his burden in arms
Of a fallen hero. The horn
Had trumpeted from afar,
For when a wise man points to the full moon,
The fool
At the finger… but when the night comes,
Dreamers surround their purpose than social class,
They value their dreams before the new day, 
For the moment of understanding demands
A mind and thought so deeply thought before done,
It is the nature of circumstance, an inferential one,
It usually strikes before known or felt,
It becomes
A habit to the thinker – the seeker.
It is a human requisite…

Onalethuso Petruss Buyile Ntema
The Voice of a Shadow: Life, Reality & Mental inspiration poetry anthology, 2017
“And I now cognize that every man
Bears his burden in arms
Of a fallen hero. The horn
Had trumpeted from afar,
For when a wise man points to the full moon,
The fool
At the finger… but when the night comes,
Dreamers surround their purpose…”

Wednesday, 20 April 2016

As Thicker is Blood than Water

I’ve come to destroy and assassinate the heart of a bounty hunter,
As thicker is blood than water,
I’ve come to enjoy and appreciate the past of my wanted other,
My haunted other, for human nature is as twice as human than nature,
But I still remind you of why I am still here with you, I am a fighter,
The liberator of the mind, the minded, the blinded, the stranded,

The stranger’s forsaken child from whence I was unwanted,
As drunken masters of art adopted me like lion hunters hunted,
I am a deviant, a servant of art but generations before me,
I am an out-lander, for extra-terrestrial minds have come before me,
Done and said before me, born and died before me,
But the unknown is yet to come, for tomorrow holds the unknown;

Like rebels in the army of terror and fear among-st the Protestants,
For objection of the master is a crime before the eyes of an autocrat,
For totalitarians have a tendency of being insecure when contestants
In the opposite demand their cessation. I’ve been disappointed
By the level of ignorance in the minds of the servant;
Who takes pride in being their master’s brethren…

When broken hearts conform to the other, I am still a brother
But I wonder how hard is it to be gifted, drifted, hidden,
For time is just a mere sense of a circumstance,
But relevance is just as senseless as relevant
When elements of life are ignored by the living person, the human,
Don’t you celebrate when your child makes you proud as a parent?

Don’t you? Don’t you appreciate the human you are as a human?
Do you ever acknowledge the talent
You have been given?
The art between you and the person
In you, don’t you?  If I were you, I’d forget
The day before I met an outsider, for insiders tend to behave like humans…

Yet the very human they are continues to run in parallel
Lanes but floated,
Marooned, rebuked like an unusual baboon, confused and red handed,
As thicker is blood than water, for days come in their pattern,
And I’d rather stay at the countryside with the herd men,

And learn from their person, for life is better than manipulation.
I’d run free from such persons that desire the human I am,
But I’ll stay at peace with them; I am just a free man, a simple man,
That is the human I am. What human are you dear other?
For blood is thicker than water,
But time is not a just a matter of a concern when nature rebels against humans.

Onalethuso Petruss Buyile Mambo Ntema
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Saturday, 16 April 2016

If Wishes...

If Wishes...

Why do wishes have wings they fly?
You know, I wish time had legs; for I’d crawl in silent times,
And I wish time could prevail for us to sail away in oceans deeper;
See, in deepest oceans of thought without seen,
For I'd hide in cages of thought like a silent child…
I wish nations could become one, for the Creator is one in us all;
But dozens in isolated land of their kind,
I wish God was a child;
For I'd learn to lean on shoulders of tallest trees between the wild,
And urge in bridges of theological means without religion...
I wish I was a mirror, and if wishes were mirrors;
I wish mirrors could reflect our tracks in days of our lives,
As wishes have wishes;
I wish shadows had voices…
Too; for I’d talk in shadows like songs of a dreamer,
And voice out loudly the hidden crumbles of our daily bread thicker;
But I fumble to mumble the hidden struggles deeper,
I wish letters could begin with matters of the heart deeper;
But I wonder what the Creator of such letters wondered…
When letters do not really make any sense besides a sentence,
I wish I was a student of metaphysical times,
I wish I had known their cynical minds;
Of Science and Philosophical kinds…
But I really wish I had dreams to be told to ears of the blind,
I wish I had hands of a liberator;
For I'd raise my arms in skies of darkest shine…
I wish I was a teacher, for I'd teach in chronological kind;
Than ethnological lapse, I wish I was a preacher,
For I'd preach in pieces than pictures of preachers;
In windows of every moving piece(s),
I'd pick up the pieces of every broken heart;
Than swallow their pride like creatures of alien ages,
If wishes were tiny particles, I’d blow them to the cages;
Of easterly nations where action speaks louder than spoken words,
If wishes were clauses, I'd amend the law of nature;
By upholding the essence of life and its cause, I'd surrender…
All books of history to the furnace and rewrite in tongues of dozen letters.


Co-written by Onalethuso Petruss B.M Ntema and Khonzani Nhlalo Zambwe (Botswana)

Onalethuso Petruss Buyile Ntema - author of SOUL SEEDS: Reality & Mental inspiration poetry anthology (Xlibris Publishing, UK - 2014)
The Voice of a Shadow, 2017
©2015 Copyright protected. 

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Bojosi Sabure Mambo straight! lepako

Bojosi Jojo Ditshwele Wow Mambo, i wish..!!!

Dandy Dour "I wish nations could become one, for the Creator is one in us all"

Mikel Kesto i wish emotions and inspirations could be transplanted, for him to transplant one to me so that one day l can bring words in orders like him 'if wishes' one day is one day, oneblood my king

Mambo Ntema Jojo oneBlood king

Khonzani Nhlalo Zee oneblood..

Mambo Ntema Wordsworth yes Sir, what more or less dear brother... Mikel you surely will my oneBlood.

Mambo Ntema bless up oneBlood Khonzani

Moemedi Tebogo  ..if wishes were flowers i would wish for a garden of them without thorn,i would wish to live inside my mind and do as i wish and live every moment without fear of my surrounding's eye.if wishes had ears i would tell mine to walk in reality as everyday breaks the silent whispers of the night.I wish pages could allow my pen to bleed not tears on them as i wear my heart on my sleeve and shout to the mountains to tell the world that poetry is my soul mate.i wish leaves could hear my cry when i say i want a bohemian existence to live on stages,my tongue only knowing metaphors and idioms.if wishes were eagles mine would eye the heavens and dance with the angels...great read my king,Jah bless

Mambo Ntema Moemedi You see, writers write like gifted sculptors with patient hands, and truly you just lead me to part 2. As though you knew I had wanted some sort. oneBlood king, Taah for the read and comment.

Masule DeBoo Kachana Inspiring young minds sir,,,brings ease to the mind..

Mambo Ntema Sowing seeds for a Creative future my king...oneBlood

Jeraal M Mrewa Great minds

Kedi Mosadi Pelontle-Matthews Great Mambo, you are talented

Mambo Ntema oneBlood botsadi

Theresa Govert If wishes were clauses, I'd amend the law of nature; By upholding the essence of life and its cause, I'd surrender… All books of history to the furnace and rewrite in tongues of dozen letters. what a powerful ending, thank you

Mambo Ntema Most welcome Seed. Wishes have wings they fly as high as wishes do. Will-power does, and dig matters past. But wishes bury impossibilities. Wishes marry their color without rainbow colors. oneBlood

Thato Ramakoba Deep stuff De Mambo. Am more than impressed!

Mambo Ntema oneBlood

Monica Munashe Rupazo phenomenal.

Mambo Ntema Theresa And I believe that nothing supersedes Creativity, besides reaction and pro-action. So long as said or done, it must be written or none, or will end in isolated oceans deep but calm. Its a complex one. Donna But the merit of such in our daily lives is the ability to walk upright and declare our voices with the inner person(s) to the Creative thinking world of creative writings and artistic melodies of life in its quadri-mental essence. And so are wishes, and so if wishes were... Thank you Munashe RupazoRamakoba Mrewa Kedirebofe Pelontle and Kachana, it is like scattering seeds on a seed-nature to nurture more trees and leaves for the air we breathe and our feed green.

Boineelo Andy Nyukulane If wishes were wishes,how i wish this wisheth

Great piece wordsmiths

Emeldah Emex Kamberuka Matlhape Wow beautiful stuff

Mambo Ntema bless up, oneBlood

Mambo Ntema bless up, oneBlood

Donald Munyaradzi Kuutsi Did u received my verse

Dzikamayi Chando I am a beggar who chooses creativity. The poem shines of creativity, The minds of the creators have sun, moon and stars in words.

Monica Munashe Rupazo Gratitude, my all ever desired accomplice moreover escort for humility. I am humbled by thine prudence. Aluta...

Mambo Ntema Munyaradzi Yes king, this verse is deep and sensible. I like it. Had to read it over and over. its super. How I wish the world of Creative ones could over-shadow its alien kind and captivate us more with spoken and written word(s) Dzikamayi Munashe Rupazo, oneBlood.

Mambo Ntema Humbled.

Khonzani Nhlalo Zee Nyc piece...

Mambo Ntema It is a piece to read at ease, just an extraordinary poem it is. oneBlood

Mambo Ntema Reminding me of the days when writing was more than just written but expressed in such sentence constructs. The semantic word play and imagery were matters of not so much concern but the effect, the message behind the word written in spoken kind. I am reminded of the writer's poet phonology! oneBlood
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Herbs from Africa

For herbs He created for us to heal from their leaves and roots
Of Gala la Tshwene herbal tea,
To green us more than a green leaf of the Mophaphama herb,
And before I had known about the Old Shoshong hills
My curious being had bewildered its common sense just beyond the horizon,
And Africa’s mountains stood taller than distant shadows of history,
For in such mountains were hidden treasures in cages and patches
Of rocks patterned on each other’s shoulder. I wonder how victims
Of civilization had narrowly escaped their culture for a deviant one,
But I am this child that embraces Mother Nature’s green,
The herbs in the wild, the wild herbs of our forefathers’ pride,
From which health was just a mere concern to the elders,
The roots are pounded from Mupindu, Mongovo, Mundeverewashoro
And Mangore trees with Mutjimatji tubers
To heal my swollen being. And boys had their own,
Women and girls theirs, and so were men.
The day would shine behind the mountain, often than not
To the intruder. But the mystic is natural, for I am the soil
From which herbs’d grow. I am the rain that waters nature’s abundant seeds
For the new season. And I’d rise before the full moon to retrace my footprints
In the sands of Africa. For I am Africa’s descendant but a world servant, truth is
I am this human you’d strangely look in the face, because I am the roots,
I am just a knight rider, a paddle between hands of a herbs man,
The herbs, the science of my mother’s breast milk, my father’s treadmill,
For lovers had escaped behind the mountain a longtime ago,
And fossils their bodies had become I suppose, for ages had gone…
But phrases of the African medicine have been ignored
By the scientific kind, for they’re known to be barbaric to the foreign eye,
Yet history fails to explain how ancient people survived without Science…
For religion is a barrier, especially a strange one, a deceptive one,
It overlooks the very human I am, the human in you,
And I find it hard to understand the person I am, for the future confuses
My present person, but I know the past person I was,
I was the great medicine man, the native herbalist, I was
Controlled by the law of nature, the imaginative kind, I was
A strange face, for the world had gone plastic and too fragile
To handle. Machines and industries have and continue to pollute
Skies of the ozone layer. And herbs gardens and fields in the wild
Have become desert portions as desert winds spread their windy wings
Towards mother earth. O herbs from Africa! Heal my swollen being
As I pound the roots and leaves to boil by the fireplace for my body being,
And the herbs I smoke, chew and spices to my vegan dish,
And of course I’d really love to be the mouth piece
Of communities and brethren of peace
For peace to reign us more as I shout out these
Lines in stanzas without clicks between my phaana but trees
And the grass green before winter days. I am a traditionalist, a witch
To the naked eyed morons with capitalist mind, I am just a wish,
And I wish my forefathers had known about me
Before gone. I wish my ancestors’d surround me
Before dawn. For the world has become just a mere senseless being
Where peace has escaped the prisoner’s plea.

Onalethuso Petruss Buyile Mambo Ntema
The Voice of a Shadow, 2017 ©Onalethuso Ntema, copyright protected.
Translation of words in setswana and the Hambukushu native tongue:
Gala la Tshwene/Mophaphama - herbal trees for tea. Orator has it that the herbs boost the immune system and general health.
Mupindu - herbal tree from which the roots are pounded (powdered) or boiled raw. The tree is believed to be an erection stimulant for an ultimately gratifying sexual action. 
Mongovo & Mangore - indigenous herbs for cleansing the kidney. 
Mundeverewashoro - The herb is believed to purely cleanse blood and an erection stimulant for an ultimately gratifying sexual action. 
Mutjimatji - The herb is believed to purely cleanse blood and an erection stimulant for an ultimately gratifying sexual action. 
Mophaphama herbal tree (tea) from Old Shoshong hills, Botswana. Photo: Prnc Hyah Photography, 2013.