WEGDWAAL

‘N sterverskiet trek ‘n lang wit streep.
Vallend verlos uit die hemelruim se greep.
Vergaanend val hy in doodsgang na benede.

Niemand mis hom tossen al die duisend
En voort skyn die ander flik-rend kuisend
Of wie gee dan om dis tog net ‘n ster.
Of wie het belange hy’s dan so ver.

Nou alook hoe nietig nou sterriekie wat kwyn.
Dis tog ‘n ou liggie wat nie meer skyn.
En al is daar ook baie, en een ster kunk nietig.
Met elke vergawe word God’s hart verdrietig.

Of al sou sy lig dalk elders dan flicker.
Is dit nie die doel gegeef sy beskikker.
Want hy’t tog sy plek, uniekheid sy baan.
Gegeef die gawe van voortbestaan.

Want klein, nietig, nederig bewoee.
Word groot geag in die skepper se oe.
En al sou jy dan voel soos ‘n ster wat verskiet.
Bid en vra, die here sal dit verbiet.

Die kwaad verwerp, die goeie beloon.
Of met verderf, of met ‘n kroon.
Hou al is jy dan onder of dalk bo.
Kyk na die lewe, deur ‘n kind se oe.

Seisoene

Tip tip tip tip, dis die wintertaal van die geute.
Soos die nasdou afdrup deur die splete.
Met koue wat jou op jou tande laat kners.
Kruip gou dieper, onder jou kombers.

Ja my friend die winter is hier.
Ons kan dit voel in die weer se gier.
Oortrek met ryp die welde sterf.
Groei kom tot stilstand op eleke werf.

Seisoene verander jaar na jaarom.
Soms wonder en vra ons waarom.
Dan kom die antwoord opgetooi.
Luister hier, en luister mooi.

In lente begin nuutgebore lewe
Raaisel agtig pragtig god’s gegewe.
Dan blom en bloei die veld in prag.
In kleur en geur foels sins en lag.

Dan kon somer met sonne skyn.
Die lewe groei met groot vennyn.
Word sterker, groter, reik nabowe.
Om god vir lewe te kan lowe.

Maar dan kom herfs, alles droog en vaal.
Boom en blom raak leeg en kaal.
Herfs klink na dood, maar dis tog soet,
Want dit skep plek vir nuwe bloed.

Ja seisoene moet kom en ook weer gaan.
Soms vreugdevol, soms met ‘n traan.
Nou wonder nie meer blaas dood die kers.
En kruip gou dieper, onder jou kombers.

WEGGEGOOI

In Hillbrow se vuil en donker strate.
Le kinders snags en slap, verlate
Met verwarring en weemoed is hulle bedeel.
Hul ken geen liefde lag of speel.

Dagga en gom, so gekrenke.
Om weg te kan kom van suiwer denke.
Want terugdink huistoe maak net seer.
Aan ‘n weggooi kind, so verweer.

Terug wil hy nie na overhuis.
Want te swaar is die dra van daardie kruis.
Geslaan, gevloek, verniel word hy.
Hier in die strate wil hy eerder bly.

‘N emosielose lewew en sonder gier.
Is beter as wat hy by die huis verdier.
By die huis is hy ‘n gevangene van geweld.
Hier is hy, soos ‘n vlinder in die veld.

Soms stort n traan wanneer hy dink.
Hoe sy ouers baklei vloek en drink.
Maar vee dan sy trane met die mou van sy hemp.
En vergeet sy hartseer, sonder nadink gedemp.

En wanneer hy dan bedwelmd aan die slaapraak.
Is daar tog niks wat eintlik meer saak maak.
En as wakker word ook nie kom in die more.
Is hy maar net weg, hy is tog verlore.

LEWEN’S STORMS

Die hemeldruin bo is swaar bewolk.
‘N dreigende massa wat maal en kolk.
Bliksem strale skiet na benede.
Vader, verhoor tog ons smeek gebede.

Dan donder die weer soos ‘n leeu se brul.
Die huis en skuur staan in vlamme gehul.
Mens en dier hardloop vir beskut.
Want die gietende reen dien geen nut.

Dan bars die hemelruin in water vloed.
Sonder genade vergiet hy bloed.
Verspoel, verniel, in dolle vaart.
Verwoestende, meedoonloos, onbedaard.

In ‘n oogwink is alles verby
‘N duiwel wraak is op die aarde bevry.
Maar tog so mooi is die wat nog lewe.
Aldan so bang met harte wat bewe.

En nederig kan se, ons,Heer ons koning.
Aan hulle gee hy, die hemel as woning.

ATM bombing

My Background

I grow up in the homeland where everything is green bright, but we had to move from homeland of which in rural area to come to urban settlement where everything is happening.

I came from the poor family where my father was not educated even my mother. But I get that chance to go to school for pushing myself and also my brother and my sister in order to get a better education.
Well I was so lucky to get a nice job when I completed my standard ten and work for Engineering Company earning a good salary. I bought a house for myself I married to the wonderful woman and we were blessed with five kids. We were living happy with my family until I misuse the opportunity to open my own business for a better future for my family even that thought is still bind in my mind, hoping and trusting when I go back to my family I will make an apology for what I abused them emotionally , verbal violence.


Agreement of change

It is not about agree, but it is to demolish this stigma of violence against the community.
When we demolished something we make sure it will never exist again. Then we need to use the strong tools to demolish it.
The proper tools are lepets mines explosion that will destroy it, these are the unity amongst the community supporting each other and stop the violence to our community, having NGO to our members of community and organize functions to address the burning issues about crime.

Change is turn from one way to other, that means turn from bad to good show seriousness of change to your neighbors, skillful of simple meeting strategies of dealing about the change to those who still abusing the right of the innocent, work 24/7 with community to able to solve the problems of others who know nothing about change.

We need to use a better method of approach to the people that they must know about change it good to deal with schools first where the stigma is started.

ATM (Auto Teller Machine) bombing suspect arrested
This is a terrible story around our country South Africa about bombing A.T.M of which is crippling our economic system; this sought of crime is carrying on day and day in different places of our country.

Well I read a newspaper last time mentioned some of the police officers were involved with this sought of crime, that gave me a confusion that if people like this are committing this crime of which we trust them and that are anti-violent to the community how much more the safety of community to protect from being violated by Government people. Crime is a crippling this country because even tourist will have fear to come to visit our rainbow nation country.

Well the mechanism of dealing with these various is to be one and united and fight against the crime because our country will face a blink of catastroph.To my point of boking things it will be better to change into a new method of using A.T.M, must be change into computerized and have anti-touch device to sense each and every person closed to it if you pause your eyes in this paste how the suspect is been shot by the Metro Police it shows that it is a unprofessional crime but violating the right of the community.

A Time for Everything

There is a time for everything and season for actuality for our living phenomenon.

A Time to be born is a time of bless by God.
A Time of die is time of unpredictable.
A Time to plant good crops for the future.
A Time to u proof for the best.
But Why me lazy time!

Time wasted will never repay But Why Me Time
Harvesting season is near the corner but those who never sown want to get it freely.
Darkness of clouds will covered those who are work hard for their hands.
But Why me lazy Time?

It is time to talk about solution of grabbing the various crime in our community.
It is time to silence the violence of our children and woman abuse.

But Why people are silence not speaking.

Untiring Love

There was once a Japanese man renovating his house, and in order for this man to revamp the house thoroughly, he had to tear open the walls of his exquisite (Japanese house, normally the houses have hallow spaces between the wooden walls. As he was so doing (Tearing down the wooden walls) he thus made an intriguing discovery of a beautiful looking’ lizard (small), stuck. Due to the fact that a nail had been hammered into one of its tiny structured but immaculate feet.

He sees all this taking occurrence and spontaneously starts to feel pity, thus simultaneously curious as to when and for how long had the lizard been stuck or nailed for. He delves deep in thought and he is suddenly thus astounded by the realization….that the nail was hammered 10 years ago when the wooded house was initially built: Ten years he thought.
Struck by awe and intriguement of the reality of this all. “How could this be”? He hissed questionably to himself. “The lizard has survived in such positioning for ten (10) years……!?...without moving…? It’s impossible and mind bugging…he thought to himself silently.
He then subsequently wondered as to how this lizard could survive for 10 years without moving a single miniature step, since its foot was nailed.

In this way he stopped his work and observed the lizard what it has been doing, what and how it has been eating all along. Later, not knowing from where it came, appeared another hasty lizard with food in its mouth.

“Aahh!” he was stunned and touched deeply, for the lizard that was stuck by nail, another has been feeding it for the past should I say…”10 Loving years”

Such Love, such a beautiful Love.
Such simple but profound Love happens even with these.
Tiny Creatures…..!
What can Love do….? It can surpass all adversity. It can do wonders!!! Love can and does miracles.
Imagine …! It (The Lizard) has been doing all that.
Untiringly for ten long flippant years.
Without giving up hope on it’s partner….
Thus I say, Love is a gift, take it and let it grow!
Love is a sign, wear it and let it show!
Love is an act, do it and let it go…….!

By Itumeleng, Courtesy of Khulisa-Zonderwater.
Support group (11 April 2008)



11 APRIL 2008

Initially: From Day one, I was basically all skeptical of the Khulisa Programme “Silence the Violence” Though at the back of my mind there constantly seemed to be a tingle of a sensed of great things ahead (Hope) Within me, and fortunately for me the strength and courage of my adamant but willing heart is really what got me through day one to where I am now-Day 5!

Yesterday, being day 4 of the Programme or more appropriately day 10th of April 2008, I was all sulky but then as the session proceeded , I felt the sense of Camaraderic and Spiritual aura rub off to me.
The session or part thereof…..that hit home the most thus far, is the part of having to divulge or purge out all the hurting, sorrow and grieving that one need to or rather had experience from childhood and there on. It honestly hit deep home for it re-opened old wounds on my part that I was forever suppressing.
That part of the session got me all teary and silently crying to myself, especially after Mr Mbanjwa, Peter/Piet and Philip gave a part of themselves to us by sharing all their sorrowful and hurtful lives to us.

On the part – session of us being lined up in a live of four individuals and thus purge out whatever thought one had concerning the programme or otherwise. For me that was the highlight of the programme for I really felt more in tune in expressing more about what I wanted or yearned for in life, rather than re-living my life past experiences, though yes! I do acknowledge that by re-living and purging out all my violent related experiences is a pivotal part of recovering and healing within, on my part.

Thinking of all that I went through via this programme I really feel a need to re-emphasize what a fellow inmate stated in one of the sessions, which is no one involved in the Khulisa Programme “Silence the Violence” sessions, can claim to be the same individual or claim not to be altered in his/her perspectives in one way or another.

I would now like to say I share the same sentiments as my fellow inmate in that I sincerely doubt that there’s anyone involved here in the programme who feels that all that was done here is / was all useless.

I thank you all for being generous to me and my fellow inmates in respect to all form of your generosity whether it be via your presence, your emotions, thoughts or whatever pivotal part of you that you may have given to us, we really appreciate it.
Your generosity to us is honesty and greatly invaluable.

Yours: Itumeleng, Zonderwater

‘n Nuweling

Daar is ‘n nuwe lig wat skyn
Sonder strale wat skroei of venyn.
Daar is ‘n nuwe Horison om op te kyk na
Ja waarlik, die seer het verdwyn
Oud verlore – nut gebore…..
Naak hier staan ek gebed verhore.
O hou my vas laat my nooit gaan.
Maak my tog, jou uitverkope.

Want le’lik was ek, nou nut gevonde.
My lewe was total tew gronde.
Maar opgetel af-gestof is ek.
En aan jou bly ek,ter dood gebonde.
O skoongewas jy voel so goed.
Dit jubel diep in my gemoed.
Jy lig my op na hoogtes ja.
Ek is nou skoon, ek het geboet.

Ek is weer kind met weerbegin.
Want in my sond het ek besin.
Ek Jubel weer van vroeg tot laat.
Want in my hart, is geen onmin.
Dankie dan, nou vir kwel oor my,
En al die hulp vir my bevry.
Die pad na voor sal’k loop in krag.
En al jou guns, sal my by bly.

Piet, Zonderwater

THE OPTIMISTIC PESSIMIST

Doing hundred things regretting ninety nine.
I guess in madness, I’m first in line.
I am called crazy by foe and friend.
But what’s inside me, they can’t mend.
Hardship, bloodshed, institutions know.
What it made inside to grow.
This me inside me, a disguised danger.
Makes me to me a searching stranger.


It makes me loose when I win,
And shows me winnings, in a sin.
It leads my battles in voices grand,
But when I turn, alone I stand.
Achieving hurts and lost is formal.


Despair comforts, for it seems normal.
And in the end in crazy silence.
It all boils over into violence.
I hope by God one day to find,
The re-al me, in heart and mind.
For I Know inside me, is a diamond shining.
Though I’m a dark cloud, I have a silver lining.


Piet, Zonderwater Correctional Facility

Message from Nanette Minnaar – Facilitator of the Programme at Zonderwater

A son and his dad were walking on the mountains.
Suddenly, his son falls, hurts and screams: “AAAhhhhhhhhhh!
To his surprise, he hears the voice repeating, somewhere in the mountain: “AAAhhhhhhhhh!
Curious, he yells: “Who are you?”
He receives the answer: “Who are you?”
Angered at the response, he screams: “Coward!”
He receives the answer: “Coward!”
He looks to his father and asks: “What’s going on?”

The father smiles and says: “My son, pay attention.”
And then he screams to the mountain: “I admire you! The voice answers: “I admire you!”
Again the man screams: “You are a champion!” The voice answers: “You are a champion!”
The boy is surprised, but does not understand.
Then the father explains: “People call this ECHO, but really this is LIFE.

It gives you back everything you say or do.
Our lives are simply a reflection of our actions.
If you want more love in the world,
create more love in the world.
If you want more competence in your team,
improve your competence.
This relationship applies to everything,
in all aspects of life,
Life will give you back everything you have given to it.