Stop Women And Children Abuse

STOP WOMEN AND CHILDREN ABUSE

Sebola Masilo L

Thru the ancient time, our grandfathers knew to plant a rose for her. 
With love within them, she was always protected and safe. 
As minor as they were as a nation they only knew the language of care and love,
Good men knew that safety for women and children is their priority,
and now, good men hide behind the billboard when women and children are abused.

Women and children in our time they are treated like animals,
It was animals that our people knew to slaughter not women and children,
As water that flows in a periodic river during the day out and night,
It is peace and safety that women and children are assured.

You bought her a drink not a right over her say,
You are in a relationship with her not in a boxing ring,
That child needs to grow up and see the beauty of life,
children are born to increase our nation and to be loved.

Passing women drowning in a pool of tears shows cowardness,
Only decent People can stop women and children abuse
For it is the duty of clean water to wash up dirty clothes,
It is a duty of decent men to start spreading love.
Stop Women and Children Abuse.


#ChangeStartWithMe
#WeCanLove

Not In My Name Anymore Xenophobia

Not In My Name Anymore Xenophobia
Sebola Masilo L
English Poem

 

Mind Of African Child Is Divided,
First It Was Our Land, Minerals, Continent And Our Blood
Now Our Minds.
Lions Know How To Attack The Enemy In Alliance,
Africans Knows To Attack Each Other Satisfying The Enemy.
With A Conscious Of Being Black
Not In My Name Anymore.

You Take A Knife Made In Europe As African Child To Stab An African Child,
You Call An African Child A Foreigner and Europeans Your Boss,
With Heated Faces And Wilting Lacking Love For One Of Our Own
We Stand, Shout How We Hate Africans and Kill One Another.
Your Enemies Exploit your Minerals,
You Work For Them.
Your African Brothers And Sisters Hustle For themselves,
You shed their blood.

If Hating African Child Is A Culture,
Africa, Not In My Name Anymore.

If Colonial Borders Divided Our Minds To Even Kill One Another,
Africa, It Shall Be Not In My Name Anymore.
The Difference I See Is Merely A Language
We are All African, We are All Blacks And Have Been Robbed Our True Identity.
Learn To Love And Embrace Each Other Regardless Of boundaries Dividing Us.
Unity Shall It Be, In Our Name.

Myself Growing ( Poem )

MYSELF GROWING

Sebola Maslilo Leave

Through Sweet Voice That Softened Their Ears,

To A Deep Voice That Now Threatens Them,

Blank Heart For Pumping Blood,

But Now Filled With Relationship Bruises,

From A Soul That Lived For Nothing Except Being Loved

To A Soul Inherited A Voluptuous  Desire To Be Happy.

A Mind That Had No Noun Existing But Fantasies

To A Mind That Is Troubled About Tomorrow,

Curved Road With Humps

But The Destination Is Filled With Delightfulness,

Music Becomes A Cure To Depression,

Trouble Portray Themselves as Mountains 

And I Being A River Flow,

Without The Force Erosion There Is No Way Out For Me

MYSELF GROWING