Tuesday 17 January 2012

he loved the witch..

In love with a witch.

They dragged her slowly as the whole village watched. No mercy was shown to her, no tear fell from her face only people looking and shouting ''guilty guilty" . A lady screams from the crowd ''die you witch die you witch'' . She raises the spirit of the people and they all shout ''die you witch die you witch'' . They want to rip her apart they want justice in their own hands. The kings guards protect her she is on her way to the gallows. Soon she will be dead, the village will celebrate and they will be at peace.

But from a distance one man stands, his heart is in pain and he mourns bitterly. The whole village says she is the witch. He knows her as his wife. They say every night she flies naked on a broom but he knows every evening she sleeps with her head on his chest. Last week they held her and accused her of killing and eating four children. Its been fourteen years they have been married and she has given him four children.

'She is my wife, my life, my love'' he says. ''She is the witch, a killer and she deserves to die'' says the villagers. They drag her to the guillotine and place her head withing the bases and the blade. She will die soon . Tears start falling from the man's eyes "it is true she is going to die'' he says. 

The blade falls she dies. ''Yeah the witch is dead'' the people rejoice. His heart bleeds he is not allowed to bury his loved one. He goes home to mourn. Who can judge a man when he is in love? Who can measure the depth of love? They called her a witch but he knew her as Estella the queen of his heart.

Love letters from Romeo

written by Hawulethu Dube
a saxjaz7 production
all rights reserved.

Wednesday 11 January 2012

rolling in the deep..

lonely cold and teary i left her
silly foolish and proud i did not cherish her
the songs we sang together i forgot
we used to dance on 9th street and walk on 11th avenue
she cried more than she was happy
but the few moment she was happy it lasted a lifetime


i met her when i was young she was younger
she had a round nose and glittering eyes
her figure was so nice i used to say it took God five days to make her
she had sweet lips, her teeth white as snow while her breast soft as the rain
i remember the warmth of her arms and she will always fantasizes the comfort of my chest.
one night we fought she cried but all was gone when i tasted the sweetness of her lips
close to the theatre but far from the park thus where it all began


how did it end i am not sure
the yellow daises have turned blue
the red rose was pink
was it a love story?
was it just a fairy tale?
only time will tell the tale of love
but till then we wait..........................


letters from Romeo..

written by Hawulethu Dube
a saxjaz7 production
all rights reserved