Stay in doors, gale force winds destroy
Much more than timber and concrete;
No hero moments… snuggle up tight we
Will see you when mother nature subsides.
Torment of my depression
By M.C.N – Makhiwethu Clive Ngwenya
I have been hurt… can the world hurt you? Can you be hurt by something other than your own emotions – someone tampering with your soul and feelings;and can you truly deem an outer force, being of another human being capable of hurting you in your heart – tampering with your emotions and soul – because I think not. It seems for some (me) trouble follows you everywhere; what did I do to deserve this? Was I, that much of a naughty boy growing up… indeed, I stole from my mother’s purse; the usual small notes nothing big to deserve a lifetime of fateful forever-after torment and pain. Therefore, I think learning about God should come later on in life, when I am capable of reasoning what right and wrong is, and not being religiously taught about it at a young age, teaching millions of children that if I do wrong I will suffer from God’s wrath all my life. Did this not lead me here today…. My teachers didn’t like me for some time, ‘too quiet you are boy, speak up! And be like the rest of these good children, I’d hear…’ I had a good upbringing, home wise, a very brave and agile boy I was playing all over the house a champion and king my family knew me as. Outside of the house was a different story; you could deem me ghost-like, ‘An, I think I saw something, type of feeling others would get,’ I was a master of the mere glimpse, only people I wanted to see me saw me. Then this depression feeling crept in, slowly poisoning my soul, slowing turning me into a dangerous self-doubting thinker – mesmerised by self-doubting thought, of if I was a good person and man growing up. But what was the root cause of my depression I now positively how come to investigate in myself.
Looking at all that I have achieved, I can honestly say that I have done good, I am good, and I believe myself free; free from old norms: What teacher said about me she cannot take back, but I have decided – and always decided – to ignore her belittling ways and focus on succeeding…
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People will always be people, they
Will doubt you, shame you, praise you;
Be calm through all these meetings,
You be you… never change your stance.
If we were not colonised, would I be
A writer today? If our then white man
Were not crude in his plans – to eficiently
Dilute our thinking, introducing much
More than Christ into our lives, would
The African man be where he is today?
Greater, wiser, dare I say more advanced.
We were poisoned. Our ways of life
Castrated from our beings.
Not all dreams come true, though
Should your dream fall under this
Common saying? Believe in yourself;
If you don’t, who will
The heart often speaks beyond comprehension
Do you believe that the words you write will change the world? Share your work, comment on each others work, and most importantly don't stop writing. Your work will change someones life for the better - one day. M.C.N - MAKHIWETHU CLIVE NGWENYA
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