last night i had a dream
i dreamt of a country free from poverty and corruption
a nation free from the grasps of evil's seduction
a  beautiful land free from pollution
a population free from family deductions
living in unity not family reduction
 people who know that fun comes with protection
and not just smoke nature's attraction
that comes with artificial relaxation
and a thinking capacity sanction
that reduces the brain's function

alcoholic's poem

Giving you my heart was never part of the plan
our future now looking brighter than the sun
at first it started just games and fun
but then again; that was the plan

i take out a glass and and pour you in my love
i also look to you when push comes to shove
although i look to the heavens above
i only see your immediate love

as i take a sip, im losing my mind
and if you leave, its you i will find
all my troubles i leave behind
a bottle of you gives me peace of mind

my name

TJENISANI (che nee saa nee) ( to make clear)
HIKWA       (hee kwaa)          (the great bushman)

ever since i can recall, people have been failing to pronounce my name, i was a 5 year old telling people my name is tjenisani t.j.e, spelling the first 3 letters for them.my first day of school was a nightmare, one of my teachers called me muChina, needless to say she had to apologise a day later. my name turned out to be popular with the ladies in high school as it is quite rare and exotic, the only one on your google search if im not mistaken. 2013 saw a change in the way people saw my name when the y tjkutja song came out, somehow people began to understand it, the spelling looked cool, i felt special. now imagine my horror when i discovered that there are lots of kalanga kids who share the same name but just havent discovered the internet yet. well, atleast im not called mohammed