Alwaba Manengela

Sukundi xaka uxele uXakekile

Xeli’xoki ugxidike Xolisile

Mathandzima axeli xakaxa

Nyongo indiphethe ndi rhalela ukuyitica

Ukunyanyeka okungaka, nda qonda ukuba andina thamsanqa

Ndodendala usisifo saba Xhosa

Gama elibi olizisayo ko saluki bakho

Iphi na inimba bafo bethu. Ubuntu noku dibana kwethu

Xa bekutheni uyo thatha isisulu sakwa ntsundu, kuba nifuna ukuziva mkhulu, kodwa ninabo ubu msunu. Ndini ncamile ngoba senizi bonakalisile

Bhuti, tata, malume, tanci, bendini thembile.

Ukudlwengula umntana ebenimzalile, umphefumlo wam niwuphulile.

Ubudoda bamanye amadoda bemka nobumdaka bela bhozo, kwela bhoma beli nqungwe zizikhova. Ndi thetha inyoka, izinto ezigcwele imbhatyo nobu khoboka

Bafazi asinaba thetheleli

Uncedani ubaleke ne gamalakhe, uphose ukubuza lisebenza entweni

Qina ntombendala uxele imbogodo. Ubundzima abufane bunikwe aba thambe ifokotho.

Inyembezi zakho aziweli phantsi. Usisiphowo saba dala. Iqhawekazi labafazi.

• Alwaba alice manengela

You are such a treasure.

A Goddess that is,

Let alone a Queen that attracts bees to their knees.

You make sweet honey out of something

Your spiritual object should be far more than a tree because your hard rooted embrace saves lives with just the words you breathe.

You change lives in just a blink

You have Gold running down your stream, Grace you’re Gold judging from my sight seeing.

God took his time making you his treasure as a human being.

Star catches is your favourite perfume but what you catch is far more than what they can assume

A diamond that did well under pressure, my god you are such a treasure

You bring great aura is just one room

My darling you’re such a thrilling muse

I am a transparent candle they refused, so unique with an undefinable beauty rejuvenating in just one gloom

I am a genie you never thought you knew

A Goddess that is

Let alone a Queen that attract bees to their knees.

• Alwaba Alice Manengela

5 June 2018

I’m such a dime to be hidden behind your closet like a worthless leather coat.

Maybe if you tried me out, put in one arm at a time without no rush because in the end you’ll fully be mine.

Why can’t you relax your mind and take the time to see the warmth that’s left inside. Cherish what’s beneath me before life starts to demolish me.

I’ve lost all my touch, the brand new sense of smell, the great feeling that you had when you first had your upper hand. Or am I that bad?

Have I lost meaning because I don’t remember my upbringing teaching me how to be forgiving. So are you seriously leaving?
leaving me in this dark room without no air to breathe in? No light to hit me just to remind me that I’m still alive.

Wait… or am I buried alive?

This is the type of feeling I read in these books that have no sense of direction. The type of feeling I see in these PlayStations of dead people being left with no sensation, I’m built with no foundation.

My stability slowly left me when I chose to be in your shadow.
This probably sounds so shallow but to be fair… I’m scared though.

Who doesn’t want to be loved and respected like a true soldier with great honour?

Wish you were older. Old enough to realise the diamond right in front of ya.

• Alwaba Alice Manengela

A lime sharpness of bitter taste 

Meaningful conversations has gone to waste

All because of a narcissistic intellectual conception that has been embraced

Unknowingly for Ego has taken its place 

A choice is something we need to intake

To tame the earthquakes of every heartbreak we chose to misplace

Deep within our hearts,minds and soul

For something that we do not know 

Individuals who try to fulfil their narcissistic supply 

Through their perceived Intelligence that lead to negligence that was quite evident 

How sad as to what this life taught mankind 

An irony that has never been defined 

Maybe if we cure the narcissistic sabotage 

Possibility of looking deep within

Maybe the failure to look internally won’t result to emotional injuries 

As an outcome of overwhelming shame

To put the blame that was yours to claim 

Maybe if we cure the loss during childhood gains 

Flesh out what needs to be worked on to break generational chains

Maybe then we can embrace what needs to be changed. 

– Alwaba Alice Manengela

Baby my love for you is pure

Just like the Morning kisses that greets me with sweet Hellos. 

My Love for you will leave us begging for more, ask me and I will lay my words to the floor like a toddler who just turned four

Now can I tap into your core. For a minute. Trust me I won’t dive deeper than I did before instead this time it’ll be forever more

New. Real. Just like a premature 

So my mi Amore 

This time is our time

My time to let our love shine

Because if this is a sign 

It’ll remind me that you are my partner in crime. 

• Alwab Alice Manengela

It made so much sense when everything black and white became a mixture of grey because it was then when I knew it was time

In the past the vision never led me to paths that were fully mine instead in dark rooms where loneliness met liveliness of what potentials I can birth to my undying consciousness

With hopes I breathe through the chest of  making the next generation keen

To the lives we dedicate to our kings and queens within the greatness that lies at the top of our skin.

Supreme. We rain 

Mixture of black and white is a common salvation our forefathers knew before 

And that is why we’re dedicated in opening up more doors. 

• Alwaba Alice Manengela

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