ART

I feel my uniqueness drifting away,

I see my thoughts n wisdom shying away,

My life and work consumes me,

My soul's crying out loud

It needs the nurturing and the teachings that my art bleeds

 

My soul needs its sanctuary

My soul needs the serenity

But time,

Time is against me, time is running away from me

Let me go to my special place

On top of the sea, where I drain my energy

And peacefulness

Where land meets water,

The waters which gives us life

Let me be rejuvenated and revived

 

So I will reach for my pen’ n paper,

If not my pencil and scribble book,

Let me be the scribe, the messenger

Let me be the writer,

Let me express what I feel n how I feel

I will not say it or praise it out loud for that I am no praise singer...

 

Imbong' yomthomnyama

Indanduluka iqabele'ndabeni

Ingene emxholweni

Imbong' yomnthonyama igqithisusana kunina

Imbong' yomthonyama isisthunywa sabaphantsi…

Ungandibuzinto nam andazi

Ndigqithisa endikuthunyiweyo zezam izazi...

 

For that I have said I am no praise singer...

 

Ndibhala okusentlizyweni, endikuphuphileyo

Ndibhala ekusengqondweni, endikuthunyiweyo, Nendikucingileyo

Ndiztyandigila ngoba lendabingaphakathi inzima

 

Give me my pen n paper

So I can address this matter

I cannot say it out loud

Coz I have a soul to nurture

 

 

My soul needs the serenity

But time,

Time is against me, time is running away from me

Let me go to my special place

On top of the sea, where I drain my energy

And peacefulness

Where land meets water,

The waters which gives us life

Let me be rejuvenated and revived

 

For that I embrace Mother Nature and the gifts of life

I embrace my belonging nentsusa yam

I embrace my gift

If not?

My soul will cry out loud

For the nurture and the teachings that my art bleeds

I am what I right and I right what I am..

 

 

 

T.C Ngadlela ©

07/08/13