Never ask: BUT WHY?

Hi, my name should have been Virgin-near (Pronounced Virginia),

mother of Marry-her (pronounced Maria)

I have a stranger living inside of me

Who are u, lifeless girl, Living inside of this temple?

 Get out! Get a life!

I never knew you

Single

Desperate

Woman

Your purity has made you single

And look?

Who’s that in your eyes?

Is that Desperate peeping out your very eyes?

Close those lids and look again.

Good girl

Now I can see through your soul

Aah all you want is a man ?

Okay my baby, sit down, right here

And wait.

No, stop throwing your toys out the court.

Let’s pick them up and put them back in.

Screaming?
Aah baby I would tell you to stop but if that makes you feel better
I won’t ask you but why?
But maybe the neighbors’ will the next time you step out.

Throwing yourself on the carpet are you?
 Careful. The carpet does burn.
 Aah thought as much. 
Here is a plaster. 
I won’t ask you why but I am sure your friends at college will.
The face is a horrible place to have a plaster on it.

Good girl.
Sit down and write in your journal.
Goodnight sweetheart.
Don’t forget to say the Lord ’s Prayer.
Yes you can ask Him but Why?
He is not like me,
He won’t tell you that Y is a crooked letter and you can’t make it straight.

Let ur pretty little feet lead you to the answer.

The world is watching.

Half Asleep, I am half awake

Alarm goes off

Nothing to look forward to

Same old same old

Half asleep, I dare not sink into a state of deep sleep

The Day calls

Important issues await

Half awake I bejewel myself

To attend to important matters

with people who style a haters cologne.

Shame for them

Inflicting ‘bring-her and him down syndromes’ on others

Projecting their horrible pasts and presents on the likes of me who could not be bothered in their interests

You look like a nightmare

You smell like inferiority complex

You laugh like fear

Your eyes are the colour of lust

Your speech sounds like death

You need Jesus

And so do I

Get ye behind me Satan!

I am not asleep

I am awake

I see what you are up to

Half asleep or half awake

I see through you

And your wicked ways

I have not time to make them straight

You will however have no choice but to make straight and do right

Watch me.

I am climbing another step, of another ladder.  You never put me on any level

What makes you think you can pull me down?

Oh you of little muscle.

Take a hike.

Make way.

My purpose and their purpose are two separate highways. Not related

My joy remains the better fragrance

Shame for them

My dream will be served soon

Hot on a platter

Lols & Didi's laughter

Priceless

Morning glory

Purpose filled

Forget yesterday

Their laughter is

Prophetic

What dreams are made off

The Future

A Perfect duet

I am a wooooh-man....remix

The date: Friday 30th July The Year of Our Lord Twenty Eleven

My mission: To drive to Qumbu, Eastern Cape, South Africa early Morning

My Frustration: Sudden Headlines on Isolezwe (Local Newspaper) with my face on the front page & Story in the entertainment section.

My Confusion: Being called and informed that there are Big Posters of my face in front of the Playhouse Theatre.

My Predigament: Having to suddenly perform and encourage a group of poets who had entered a competition

My response: Rising to the Occassion

My Suprise guest and accompaniment: Sboh the Poet! A new found friend.

The Result: A nervous, fast talking sister rushing through words in order to take a 5 hour trip in the snow,  through curvy mountains, dusty roads and stubborn cows who own the road.

My Instrumentalist: My Cheerleader and friend: Madala Kunene whom I met in the Czech Republic many years ago. It always seem strange to meet homeboys for the first time in foreign lands.

I guess life is just like the bridge over the TINA RIVER...if you dont take the courage to cross over. You aint going nowehere!...okay thats a lame line but I really was enlightened and inspired by the poets I met on that date. My job was to bridge the gap between their talent and opportunities that exist OUT there in the BIG BAD WORLD. And I left there thinking: WOW. I love the spoken word. I love performance poetry. The Poets gave me oomph to go on SPITTING words of  WISDOM and of LIFE... A follow up article on the 2nd of August highlighted my words and my promise to give local poets a platform on my Choose Day Literature programme entitled: Before they SPOKE they READ. SPITTING words up on the MIC.  My show can be listened too live via http://www.gagasi995.co.za/. 

The TINA RIVER dividing THE LONG TRIP TO freedom and the DESTINATION

THE VIDEO LINK OF THE PERFORMANCE INTRO: http://www.facebook.com/#!/video/video.php?v=10150246004416008