Launch of Izithole
On the 13th of May 2016, the second learner Poetry Journal was launched called Izithole.
The journal showcases poetry, short stories and personal exposes by learners from grade 8-10. The journal is a compilation of pieces sponsored writing workshops and writing camps. The journal consists of over 40 poems written in IsiXhosa and English with themes that include Freedom, heritage, friendship, love. We at Xolani Senior Secondary are very proud of all the learners at our school, Richard Varha, Toise, and St Matthews that completed the camp.
I SAY NO XENOPHOBIA!!!!
By:vuyolwethu mekile
WE ARE A FAMILY
WE LIVE FOR MANY REASONS
SO LETS NOT KILL EACH OTHER
LETS NOT HATE ONE ANOTHER
WE ARE ONE,WE SHARE THE SAME BLOOD
WE SHARE THE SAME MINDS
WE HAVE ONE HEART
AND FOR THAT REASON NO ONE CAN TEAR US APART
LETS STOP XENOPHOBIA
MANY PEOPLE MAKE MISTAKES
EACH AND EVERYONE OF US DRINK MILKSHAKES
SO IS IT THAT HARD TO CORRECT EACH OTHER
WHEN WE ARE WRONG?
WE ARE BROTHERS AND SISTERS
YES I KNOW SOME OF US WE ARE FRIENDS AND ENEMIES
BUT THAT DOESN’T MEAN LETS KILL EACH OTHER
LETS LIVE TOGETHER IF WE CANT LETS TRY TO LOVE EACH OTHER
IF THAT IS HARD
LETS FAKE IT UNTIL WE MAKE IT
I SAY NO TO XENOPHOBIA!!!!
Am hearing voices
By Botha nomzamo
Are hearing voices from the mountain calling my name?
Calling deep, deep down the hidden rocks …
I listened for a moment and heard people crying, crying hard that the moon and the sun could
Break … after that I heard a phone call it was bad news, because our freedom fighter was arrested and sent to prison for 27 years ,imagine this you were sent in a tiny little room to sleep you call a box and you had to sleep in a tiny little mat you call a dock …
What a world I had just fallen to
A world of war that will never …
What a life Tata nelson Mandela had …
He said ‘if you want to make friends with your enemies
Work with your enemies then you will become friends’
He said ‘it shall never, never and never again shall it be
That this beautiful land gain experience of one
By another … let freedom rain and let freedom be freedom to all
Thank you …
I was once A SLAVE
By Botha nomzamo
I WAS ONCE A SLAVE
FOR ME TO EAT ME HAD TO SWEAT …
MY VEINS ARE WEAK LIKE BLOOD ON VINEGAR
I CANT LIVE NO MORE
THE WORK I DO FOR THE ONE WHO SLAVED ME …
IT WAS NOT GOOD ENOUGH TO HER MORE THAN WHAT MONEY CAN BUY …
WHEREAS I THOUGHT I WAS DOING SOM ETHING GOOD … EVEN SUFFERED FOR HER?
BUT NO … THEY DID NOT TAKE IT TO CONSIDERATION
I WORE RAGGS AND TORN CLOTHES AND THAT WAS NOT ENOUGH FOR THEM TO SEE ME AS THEIR
SLAVE … SOME SAYS ‘YOUR BACKGROUND DOES NOT DETERMINE YOUR FUTURE’
BUT THEY DID NOT FEEL MY PAIN AT ALL … IT WAS BLADES OF KNIFE CUTTING MY HEART INTO SMALL PIECES
THEY PACIED ME … I WAS TRAUMATIZED
I COULDINT TELL ANYONE BECAUSE MY SLAVER MADE ME LOOK LIKE A SLAVE
TO EVERYONE WHO USED TO STAND UP FOR
WHEN BLOOD SPREADS THE WALLS
I CRIED …
SCREAMED …
SHOUTED FOR HELP …
ASKED FOR FORGIVENESS …
GAVE ALL THE POWER THAT I HAD IN MY BODY …
BUT SHE NEVER FELT SORRY FOR ME …
BECAUSE SHE KNEW THAT NO ONE CAN STAND UP FOR ME ANY MORE …
BUT THEN AT THE END I WILL BE FREE … FREE FROM THE PRESSURE MY ENEMY GAVE ME …
I WILL BE SET FREE …
IN LIFE
By Botha nomzamo
WE SOMETIMES DO WITHOUT THINKING,
BUT FIRST YOU DO WHAT YOU THOUGHT OF
IN ORDER TO ACHIEVE YOU’RE PLANNINGS
MOST OF US HATE WHO THEY ARE FORGETTING WHAT
MAKES THEM SPECIAL
IT IS YOUR CHOICE TO WORK IT OUT AND YOU’RE POWER TO
WORK IT ON …
MY HEART NEVER MIND THEM
By Botha nomzamo
THEY WILL SAY THINGS ABOUT ME
SPREAD LIES ABOUT ME
TALK DEEP ABOUT ME …
DREAM BAD ABOUT ME
WRITTE BAD STAFF ABOUT ME …
THINK THEY KNOW ME A LOT …
BUT THEY WONT SAY MUCH ABOUT ME
AND I WHO KNOWS ME BETTER
THAN ANYONE ALSE WHO PRETENDS TO KNOW
A LOT ABOUT ME …
AM GOING CRAZZY
By Botha nomzamo
SOUNDS KEEP KNOCKING THROUGH MY DOOR …
THE WIND BLOWED MY TEARS TO THE GROUND AS THE RAIN WASHED AWAY
THE PAIN GROWING IN MY HAERT AND THE SUN OPEND
MY EYES WIDE AS I FELT THE WORMTH OF THE CLOUDS AROUND ME …
OO0hh!!!! My goodness I was dying
Cause they tried to take away my pride
But forgotten the key
Take away my dreams but forgotten the door
Take away my hope, but forgotten the light,
Take away my passion but forgotten my heart …
They searched for my dreams, but found my tears
Searched for my goals, but found my blood …
Cried and killed for my spirit but am still dreaming and I will
Exist …They fought for my future but gained nothing …
Screamed for my voice,
Shouted for my kindness
Strived for my veins
… but the power hope came to me and made me proud of myself, no one can pull me down
Because the power is in
THE PLACE OF ROMANCE
By Botha nomzamo
BEAUTIFUL PLACE WITH WATER FALL, SIGNS OF TRUE LOVE
AND THE FLOWERS THAT DESCRIBE THE WORD LOVE AND HAPPINESS TO FAMILIES …
FLOWES BLOOM
TREES GROW,
SUN RISES
DAY ENDS
NIGHT FALLS, RAIN DROPES WHEN AM HAPPY AND PLEASED …
BUT WHEN AM SAD THEY GROW RED
WHEN AM SCARED THEY GROW YELLOW
WHEN AM SICK THEY GROW BROWN AND STICKY
BUT WHEN AM CRYING THEY FALL APART
BUT WHEN I DIE THEY BECOME DUST AND PERISH FOR EVER …
THEY PERISHHHH …PERISH
The holly word
By Botha nomzamo
World full of happiness covered with joy, where blood spreads no walls ,strong words are not used but crime won’t stop cause at the end holly people do love each other ,because the lord had said ‘love one another ,either by your hands or by my own … lets be together to form a better nation that won’t go separate ways … yes he is ‘god’
When I leave Africa
By Botha nomzamo
Where will I go?
How will I get there?
But am hurt and tired of being alive, which I was I was no human
Wish I didn’t exist; wish someone can pull a gun on my head
Wish that someone will cut off my heart because am tired, am weak
Am dying, am sick, and am dead already …
If I will leave Africa, go to a place I will be alone,
Struggle, hopeless and I feel lonely because I was born and left alone lonely …
I want to leave the world and go away …
But I just don’t know where to go, and I don’t know why I want
To do that …
