Life,Actually

The day i left Johannesburg I didn't close my eyes and sleep Or listen to music like i usually do. I didn't think about leaving and weep Like i usually do. No. This time i sat Up straight and looked ahead Through the windscreen i faced the traffic as though i was the driver I played choose my car As though i was five I drank in the sleek mercedes' and bmws As though I've never seen them before. I took pictures of a sunset I've seen a hundred times before And a bridge I've walked on  a million times before. Like a man sentenced to death i looked at everything with an appreciating eye I imprited an image of Jacaranda trees and a purple sky framing a sleek newly-revamped mall onto my heart I didn't ask why My own hometown can't be like this I felt grateful To be able to be here in the first place. The last time i left Johannesburg I buried my face in the crook of her neck and sniffed her sweet, expensive scent Like a cheating husband i tried to forge...

"Happiness is the people who love us and what's good for us and who never tell us. Like me, loving you and wishing you all the happiness i know doesn't exist." - 49Crushes The act of confessing romantic feelings is a not an easy one, now imagine doing it 49times, in public. That is what Valentine Makoni did, and that is what 49Crushes is about. What began as a brazen #WCW dedication turned into an impressive celebration and exploration of love and romance. This is an amazing collection of #WCW dedications to 49 totally different girls from different places and the feeling of attachment they leave the author with. A crush, we call it but there is much more to this book than a few fleeting moments of frivolous desire, it is about the journey he takes from Lolwethu to RJ. It is about the awkward truths he admits with each beautifully crafted love poem and each relatable story of how they met. The author also makes reference to the Zimbabwean economic enviroment, wh...

Breathe in breathe out Sthandwa sam Kuzothi makulunga Lizothi maliphuma Ilanga sizomangala sikhohlwe ukuthi wake wakhala Keep a steady heartbeat Place your hand in mine Uyazi ungowami Ntwana yami I want to do this with you Please do this with me! Inyembezi azipheli Kunini ngi khala? Bungapheli ubuhlungu But khululeka sthandwa sami I love you. Ugly crying under the covers Snot sticking to our hair. It's a lot. I know it is But mina nawe sizoba sharp Okungapheliyo kuyahlola Sizalibona ilanga Nakanjani. Inhliziyo ibuhlungu? Let me comfort you. Uyasinda umzimba? Let me carry you. Do you feel broken? Let me pick up the pieces Ngikubambele wona until you're ready To put them back, mpintshi, jeki Nawe uyazi kuzolunga. But please don't forget my love I need you to do this for me too. I'm hurt im broken and dying My fingers tremble as i write this wierd poem Half love-letter, half cry for help My shirtsleeves are soaked in tears. Ng...