Engineer (Wits) | Poet | African | Gardener | Philanthropist | Wanderer | In my garden, writing poems, praying for you.
He’s a spiritual experience
His heart is a field of sunflowers
Flawed but flowered
He knows he is soul & food
He is holy on his own
Lead me oh little light of latitude
In destitute lead me to the solitude of my youth
The lines of my path are blurry and painful.
Rooted in the anguish of the past
Wamuhle Ntombi Unamazinyo Amhlope
Ubuhle bakho baziwe ezizweni
Izintsizwa zikhala ngawe
Amehlo akho anezinkanyezi
Izintaba azidilike, Sibonane