SECHABA KEKETSI IS A 21 YEAR OLD POET HAILING FROM THE MOUNTAIN KINGDOM OF LESOTHO. HE IS CURRENTLY THE SPOKESPERSON FOR A LESOTHO POETRY COLLECTIVE KNOWN AS POETRY FARM.
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ERODED SELF CONTROL
They walk the face of the earth
With burglarproofs of eroded self-control
Welded deep into their behavior
Time and again blame it on the alcohol
‘Had too many to drink, had too many gulps?
But the undeniable truth stands firm
Like the liberty statue
Whatever evil deed done in a drunken state
Must have been contemplated while sober
Shifting the blame is but a tendency
To hibernate away from honesty
As its winter season bites with a sharp cold front
Has booze ever ‘sexified’ a four-month old baby girl?
Who falls prey to sexual molestation?
Enveloped in bloody long –term effects
Every time you ask. Why did you, How come, Why this?
“I was drunk is the best answer their minds can ever afford”
And as the stupidity in their answers walks tall
In high heels of foolishness
Your find yourself agreeing with Shakespeare
That Hell is empty, all the devils are here.
– End –
BATTLEFIELD OF LIFE
I send you out to battlefield of life
To kiss the lips of victory not defeat
First dine with me
Let your concentration
Be your fork and knife
Lessons from grandmother’s whipping
Be your table manners
As I serve you this meal of life
“Man’s greatest weapon remains his mind
But if polished with misconceptions, keeps him blind
Seek no path in dark forests of stereotypes
Feed your compass from the well of wisdom
Do not follow majority, even with their funky hairstyles
As they seek to brainwash you, “that majority rules”
Treat everyman’s existence with respect
But refrain from dancing to rhythm of fear
Fear no man but respect all
Survival is of those who dance tango with their minds
At the right pace
Let minds intertwine, combine forces
For no man is a repository of wisdom
Let the sun dancing mokhibo
In your stomach ululate
To inject you with confidence
Pay no attention as temptation
Sways her voluptuous hips
To the rhythm of your enemies’ footsteps
As they run to feed
On your soul and sanity
Now and then pay ciphers a visit
Drop a verse or two
Only when the beat boxer
Understands your goal and pace of life.
– End –
Sechaba Keketsi,
