"DEAR ROSE"

I WISH I HAD A DISABILITY

I wish I had a disability, a disability in discriminating those that

society deems as disabled.

Words are deeper than the letters that make them,

Words become worse if you break them; down into segments we

sometimes call statements. They say through words we get

connected,

but they forget that sometimes through words we may be

disconnected.

Society causes anxiety in many innocent souls out there; using

Stigmatory words like ‘the blind, the deaf, and the crippled’…

Not knowing it is actually their souls that we cripple,

each time we mention these soul-crippling words which make our

brothers and sisters’ situation seem worse,

yet

Nobody is ABLE to DISABLE that which the CREATOR has

ENABLED.

Time and time again, we make them believe that God made them to

be incomplete, and we let it sink in their

Hearts

that for every missing part in their lives,

they have God to blame,

As we persistently call them lame,

…not knowing that it is actually our attitude that

Makes things remain the same.

It is a shame

to God, each time we give

His masterpiece an ugly shape, painting black the glorious image of

God as we utter the kind of words which are not kind to humankind,

and that is why

I wish I had a disability, a disability in discriminating those that

society deems as disabled.

It is a pity people judge by physical appearance

but they fail to look beyond what meets the eye,

 because there is a difference

between the eye that looks and the eye that sees…

If only we could cease

 to

Judge and let God be the judge,

just let Him be in charge

so He can

handicap

Each and every single hand holding a grudge

against The One

who’s in charge

For all that we are.

See, sometimes I wish I had a disability, a disability in

discriminating those that society deems as disabled.

Sometimes I wish I was handicapped, handicapped from holding

Grudges against others.

Sometimes I wish I was lame so my feet would not take me to

places

My conscience hates.

Sometimes I wish I was deaf so my ears could not hear the

intoxicating

Words that pollute our minds and poison our souls.

Sometimes I wish I was blind so my eyes could not be blinded by

the

Enticing things that the world presents before our eyes to sabotage

Our future…yes ! sometimes,

I just wish I had a disability.

How I pray that we all realize our own personal disabilities before

we start labelling others; and the greatest disability of humankind is

the failure to do what is right when everybody else is wrong.

And as a matter of fact, nobody is disabled…it is just that OUR

ABILITIES ARE NOT THE SAME!!

Copyright  ©   2019                      Ntokozo Mdluli

CYCLE OF CHAOS...

IN MY MOTHERLAND…

In my motherland, young children are snatched from their parents to be made soldiers,

They brutally slaughter those who raised them.

Violence is the only induction to manhood,

As politics ambush the innocence of childhood.

It is the burning sensation of hatred and war, and it has happened before,

The Jews in the ovens- ‘purification of a nation’ they said.

In my motherland, I have heard the whisper of a Priest saying:

[ashes to ashes, dust to dust], As ruthless rebels were dancing on corpses’ ashes

They were done and dusted.

In my motherland, young girls are trading their innocence for silver,

A mother weeps as her daughter is violated by vicious men,

 A father groans and grimaces as he watches helplessly, the assault on

His wife and children.

I have seen our sisters being victims of their own loyalty and compassion.

In my motherland, the beauty in black is no longer embraced,

Old and young women have been brain-white-washed,

Like the poor Maggie, they see horror in the mirror, 
Because they're being haunted by the colonial ghost.
But we never mind cause we're used to living amongst these 
cultural zombies.

In my motherland, churches are led by charlatans,

 The youth is devoured by the ever hungry lion of passion,

In my motherland, you can judge a book by its cover,

For the looks in their faces are an open book of what they’re feeling inside.

In my motherland, the natives are relentlessly fighting for their land,

And they are using the ‘masters’ tools to demolish

His own house

The land is soaked in blood and tears,

It is always a struggle to overcome OUR fears,

In my motherland

Chaos runs the land. . .and you just wish you could be

Young again- be a baby; and enjoy the peace on

Your mother’s lap. . .

Copyright  ©   2019            Ntokozo Mdluli         ‘The Conductor’