Submissions by the_good_guy (Ntombikayise)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Alternatively educated
We always bury the dead. Or at least were supposed to, according to tradition. But if you’re one of the alternatively educated types, then why limit yourself. The only reason people demonise what we do is because they have no idea how to do it. They wish they could. That’s why they hate us so much. Envious and hateful at the same time. Imagine a world where nobody died. Where instead of eternal damnation, you were allowed to live on and continue your sworn duties in this world. Keep your promises.
For instance, I will always be here for you would take a literal meaning. If you’re a...
For instance, I will always be here for you would take a literal meaning. If you’re a...
#rebirth
#fate
#redemption
#philosophical
#sacrifice
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I watch him everyday
I watch him everyday. My life depends on it. I know his movements in and out. Well, at least i think i do. I have to. How he breathes. Which side he likes to sleep on when he's pretending to sleep. I know him more than i know my own wife.
We've been together for 6 years my wife and I. I've only met him twice before now. I've known him for exactly 7 days in total. You would'nt know it when i begin to describe him. He watches me too. Probably knows as much about me as i do about him. And he knows I know.
We are stuck in this perpetual dance. Attempt after attempt....
We've been together for 6 years my wife and I. I've only met him twice before now. I've known him for exactly 7 days in total. You would'nt know it when i begin to describe him. He watches me too. Probably knows as much about me as i do about him. And he knows I know.
We are stuck in this perpetual dance. Attempt after attempt....
#anxiety
#dark
#confusion
#denial
#fear
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The gardener
When the wind blows cold and the birds fly north. The leaves on the trees wither away. Around this time the souls of the departed are captured by the shepherd spirits. They are gathered into one place until the time of harvest where some of them will be brought back to perform earthly deeds once again.” Leshuba entered the house at this point and saw Shuma devouring his food with a hungry concentration. His hands were brown with dirt. A very small black bag was attached to a necklace which hung over his forehead like a headdress. Shuma did not even notice him as he sauntered over and squatted...
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Dazed and confused
Let me go and…and…
Go and do what?
Sit back down
I must be losing my mind
Let me see here
Check emails…
All good
Let me make some tea…
….
What am I doing in the kitchen?
I came for something but what?
Oh crap! Let me go sit down I might remember
Check emails some more…
Let’s play a game on my phone
I deserve a break
But let me go pee first…
…
Why am I in the middle of the corridor?
I’m supposed to go somewhere to do something but what?
F&%k this!
I’m getting on my nerves F&%k!
If I stand here long...
Go and do what?
Sit back down
I must be losing my mind
Let me see here
Check emails…
All good
Let me make some tea…
….
What am I doing in the kitchen?
I came for something but what?
Oh crap! Let me go sit down I might remember
Check emails some more…
Let’s play a game on my phone
I deserve a break
But let me go pee first…
…
Why am I in the middle of the corridor?
I’m supposed to go somewhere to do something but what?
F&%k this!
I’m getting on my nerves F&%k!
If I stand here long...
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Secret places
He was always a special boy. He would sit in his cage and dream all day. It set his mind free. His favourite dream was being king. It could have been king of the land or of the skies, even the lake. He didn’t mind, as long as he didn’t comply. He felt free in his thoughts, because they were his. But he was trapped. The asylum was a place for people like him. The kind who broke the stereotype of normality and formality. The side thinkers who went a little too far for society to handle. They all ended up here, behind bars. Cell by cell were pilots, scientists, beauty queens, and presidents. He...
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The graveyard
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Love Inside
The soul is evidently linked to the heart
Because that is where all spirituality starts
Moving through the chakras to the centre of the universe
And laid down for all to hear in a dedicational verse
For you
I feel love inside
I feel so alive
All I want is to be loved by you girl
I feel love inside
I feel so alive
Everyday I want to play in your world
Waking up to see your face is the light of my day
When you open your eyes I feel the sunrise
It’s so sophisticated this thing that we share
From the sea’s to the heavens and...
Because that is where all spirituality starts
Moving through the chakras to the centre of the universe
And laid down for all to hear in a dedicational verse
For you
I feel love inside
I feel so alive
All I want is to be loved by you girl
I feel love inside
I feel so alive
Everyday I want to play in your world
Waking up to see your face is the light of my day
When you open your eyes I feel the sunrise
It’s so sophisticated this thing that we share
From the sea’s to the heavens and...
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Her name translates to hope
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Hermaphrodite
In the village of Phashasha just outside the Free State province, was a girl by the name of Salome. A drop dead gorgeous ultra violet sun ray absorbing magnificent girl. A face like a movie star. A body like moist clay. A voice like a gentle summer breeze. Of all the sisters in the family, all two of them, she was her mother’s pride and her mother would tell her so.
Salome was from a big family. Her father was married to her mother but he had mistresses all over the village. This meant she not only had her older sister Lerato and younger brother Khazi, but at least 7 half-brothers...
Salome was from a big family. Her father was married to her mother but he had mistresses all over the village. This meant she not only had her older sister Lerato and younger brother Khazi, but at least 7 half-brothers...
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STAY INSIDE ME
Stay inside me. Don’t pull out. Lie to me. Just for tonight. I’m weary of strange company. Your spirit is so familiar. We sync with each other so comfortably. I need you when you’re gone. Dancing for reptilian mammals in a smoke filled room. Disco lights disorientating my morals I see their eyes in flashes. Calling me by my body as I caress the pole. Wearing the tiniest outfit to satisfy their lustful fantasies. Turning on the face of seduction to turn them on. To make them believe these sensations are real. Building false attraction which will lead to my rent being paid. Food on the table....
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The story of Nkebe (names and locations have been changed)
Nkebe was an ordinary high school girl from South Springs in the East Rand region of Gauteng. Her mother was a traditional healer and her father worked in the mines so he was hardly ever around. She fancied herself in a life of opulence and so naturally behaved in accordance with such. Things didn’t quite turn out that way though. She met Asiphelele, a street wise young man who’s father passed on while he was still a child. His father was a man of different tastes which led to bastard children by an assortment of women. The family feud which ensued led to the older children getting scattered...
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BUBBLE
I used to live in a bubble. A dark, slimy bubble. Too dark to pop because I couldn’t see where I was. Lost, in my own bubble of dark slime. It wasn’t so bad in the beginning. Don’t get me wrong. It was shiny and pure then. Lots of sparkles and rainbows. Smiles and hugs and kisses and compliments. It was a bright, bubbly bubble. Like sunshine. Then the darkness came. It came with slime to insulate the blackness of the dark. It covered the sunshine so quickly I didn’t have time to run, or to scream or yell. It came too quick, Like Pompei. From nowhere I was dragging my heels, couldn’t lift...
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