They Kill me!

They  Kill me!

They kill me mama!

These brothers of mine...

They Kill me.

I never stole a thing

I did not insult anyone

I never killed a being

Yet they kill me...

They Kill me...

These brothers of mine

I hustled with them,

I ate with them,

We  drank  away our sorrows together

Rasta, Black boy   and JB from down the township

We talked of a better tomorrow

Yet they now kill me mama...

These brothers turned foes

Friends morphed into adversaries

My Crime...

                I don’t belong.

Yet my blood is as red as theirs

My skin as black  as theirs

My struggle to improve my lot,

Just the same as the next guy on the street

Yet suddenly i don’t belong

I am an enemy  to be destroyed

A parasite to be squashed

The kicks, the stabs, the slaps....

From friends, now fiends

People who know me,

People i sold to,

People i have lived with,

They kill me...

These brothers of mine.

I am not ashamed of my background

Mozambique is where i was born

But i am a son of Africa

A Child of the world

Mama you said...we are all visitors to world,

Just given to us in trust by God

You always said ...

A healthy man must strive to better his lot ,and look after his family

I came to the rainbow nation

With hope in my heart..and a spring in my step.

At last mama..i will make you proud.

I didn’t have much learning

As you well know mama

But i have hands and a determination to work  on any task.

Mama...i have not reached...

But i was on the way to be the man you always talked about.

Tis over...

They brought me to the hospital  ,but the  foreign doctor feared for his life and never came,

I now hear the nurses whispering...

I know i will not make it.

I have lost too much blood...

I have ruptured my liver and breathing is a problem

The dreams are gone,

I will soon join you mama,

I have made my peace with God

I die mama...

Yet tis not the kicks and blows that kill me

It is knowing that i die at the hands of my brothers.

RIP EMMANUEL SITHOLE.

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