I am 19 years old. I am studying towards a diploma in Management at the Tshwane University of Technology. I have a certificate in Versatile Broadcasting, which is a year course that I completed in the same institution. The word that best describes me is art, I am an artist. I write and recite poetry, paint, make jewelery and sing.
My poetry has been published by the Poetry Institute of Africa, on the murmuring memoirs book. The love life ‘Uncut’ magazine has also published my poetry, and most recently the village voice( Student Village’s publication) and the May issue of the ‘Soul magazine’ has my poem as the email of the month. Most recent performance I have done was at the ‘Sistaz open mic’ at the Bassline.
That language only women understand is on the itch online magazine, www.itch.co.za, the poem is one of my favourites which I wrote to mark the strength of women.
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[wpaudio url=”https://consciousness.co.za/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/colourless/Babalwa-ID.mp3″ text=”ID (Click to Listen)”] [wpaudio url=”https://consciousness.co.za/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/colourless/That language only women understand.mp3″ text=”That language only women understand (Click to Listen)”] [wpaudio url=”https://consciousness.co.za/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/colourless/Babalwa-The souls.mp3″ text=”The souls (Click to Listen)”] [wpaudio url=”https://consciousness.co.za/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/colourless/Deep within-BABALWA.mp3″ text=”Deep within (Click to Listen)”]I am beautiful
The seed of beauty was tied to my eyes
It was planted in my soul
Ploughed whenever I remembered my roots
It is cultivated by the goodness of my heart
I am a hut of the native villagers
As my beauty is a reflection of their wisdom
Their values and norms are the lenght of my back
Their lovely mountains are hills
shapes formed on my chicks
I am beauty
The colour of my iris is the brown
of their soil
combined with the glow of their sun
I am their sun rise
I am their waterfalls
Ndimanzi andonga
I am their oceans
lakes
rivers
and
ponds
I am beauty
The hope they invested in unoNgqawuse
To bring them wealth for the loss of their
life stock
I am their trust in her
The wombman
To bare their Kings, Poets, sons and daughters
I am beautiful
I am the shape
The shift of the moon
The pentacle that forms the
ideal union
Mother earth
Mother nature
I am complete
360 degrees
I am life
But beauty is not the right label
No word is worthy
And so I am
– End –
Buhlebendalo
Made with the finest stones
In colours bronze and bright
The potters most adored
clay
with the sun ray
drying it to make it to
its best ability
Ndibubuhle bendalo
Go down the valleys
Up the mountain tops
deep in behind the
curtains of the waterfalls
You will find me
as my spirit gives its scent
to the flowers
the trees
the birds
the butterflies
to bring out their beauty
Ndithe ndiyindalo
Eves offspring
Brown and proud
Produced with the precious
praise the Lord
Transkei translates
my Queendom
In the quest for
Her throne to be given back
Ndibobendalo
– End –
Contact details
Cell: 0733733104
Email: siyandakwaza@yahoo.com
website: www.poetrypoem.com/colourless
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