sonkanyezi88
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Belly my grave Pose and possible the impossible miracles, Miracles of sliding me back to mommy's belly. Belly is my grave of grace, Alone where I waited for so long to enter and I entered. Lived and survived along purely purified water not to drink but swim.... – *by Lindokuhle Buthelezi*	1 View added 1 year ago	Rating
Black Road Whenever they say "this land is rich with gold and silver" I say never! This is just a black road that leads to death and poverty. Because every road you take and wherever you may go, You will find corruption. Beautiful Africa and wondereful... – *by Sonkanyezi*	1 View added 1 year ago	Rating
The Move Before getting old,I was told, "It takes a village to raise a child" Yes! An orphan do have parents When he or she is having That softness and sweetness like honey, Always there when somebody needs help But when he or she needs help, She or... – *by Lindokuhle*	0 Views added 2 years ago	Rating

Pose and possible the impossible miracles,
Miracles of sliding me back to mommy's belly.
Belly is my grave of grace,
Alone where I waited for so long
to enter and I entered.
Lived and survived along
purely purified water not to drink but swim....

– by Lindokuhle Buthelezi

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Black Road

Whenever they say
"this land is rich with gold and silver"
I say never!
This is just a black road that leads to death and poverty.
Because every road you take and wherever you may go,
You will find corruption.
Beautiful Africa and wondereful...

– by Sonkanyezi

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added 1 year ago

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The Move

Before getting old,I was told,
"It takes a village to raise a child"
Yes! An orphan do have parents
When he or she is having
That softness and sweetness like honey,
Always there when somebody needs help
But when he or she needs help,
She or...

– by Lindokuhle

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added 2 years ago

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