my father's enemy..

Its been long since i hated somebody. Last time i remember, i was at high school,his name was Eric. I hated the boy he was my enemy. He beat up my friend so hard that my girlfriend had to dump me, yes dump me. I now had a toothless friend and a broken heart all because of Eric. I had to settle my score with him. Revenge was the theme. It all went down in the ring i came out the victor with a bleeding ear though, regards to Tyson.

Its now ten years later, over the years i have made more friends than enemies. It was only last month that i discovered that; my father had an enemy. You mess with my father you mess up with me. My father's enemy is my enemy. I had not see him that angry before, it was a month ago that he told me about this man. He called him his enemy. Who is this man you mess with my father you mess up with me.

Through research and networking i traced the culprit. I had to scare him, tell him to leave my father alone. A little beating here and there would do. So i gathered my stuff and left for the mission. With the aid of James Bond i managed to make my way into his bedroom. OH he has company ,"It's his wife i thought". I pulled the blanket,,oh my word mama what are you looking for?..."Son let me explain".."Explain what mama? ,you left us with dad".."Listen son thus what i was trying to tell you.This man is your father...

My father's enemy is my father.
 

Written by Hawulethu Dube
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lady in love..

I have seen a lady love a man.

I saw her fall for him.

Her eyes shine when he talks

Her lips shiver when he walks.

I know of their story

How once they hated each other,

For long they walked the same road

Only pride and time could make them realize their quest.

That together they are joined

Forever they will enjoy

I saw a lady fall for a man

Her eyes glitter when he stands

Her heart beats when he stares

She folds her face to cover the love

But who can hide when the heart loves

He too knows the owner of his heart

One day I will arise he says and free the Princess from the dragon.

extracted from a play called Nomvula written by Hawulethu Dube.

written by Hawulethu Dube

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proposal at Ellis Park..

For quite some time i thought that proposing marriage to a lady had slowly vanished. I had not seen or heard of any romantic proposals,but my family and friends every year would still get married. I asked a relative of mine weeks before his marriege  "Thomas tell me how did you propose?" Thomas replies " you see my boy i paid a lot of cows ya ne".Ya ne,my romantic Thomas. While Thomas paid a lot of cows Victor took me to a five series training of how to propose. 'You see my boy, i fell in love with your cousin a long time ago,one day while relaxing by the river side we looked at each other and we said now we should get married." "WOW" I said. That wasn't hard.
In a mission to plan my own proposal, i sought help from my father. i asked him "dad  how did you propose to mom" He looked at me and smiled then he said "dont watch these soupies they will mess up your head,love happens my boy," Loosely transelated he meant, dont propose just take.I struggled with coming to terms on how i am going to ask for her hand in marriege. I was sorrounded by a crowd of counselors but none of their counsel helped me.My sorrows were turned to joy when my friend made a historic proposal at Ellis Park stadium in front of more than thirty thousand people.What? I said to my self,. this thing really exist.Through the aid of facebook twitter and word of mouth (amakuwa/osomangase/omapepereka) the news travelled all over Jozi.
My friend had set a standard for me and others. Lungile my cousin had already started the lobola negotiations when the Ellis Park proposal happen.Later that day he phoned me and says " cousin tell me whats the most romantic place you know in jozi i want to ehhh eehh propose.". I feel you my brother. Okuyenza uDube lo Ncube kumele akuyenze.

Man, no matter how humble you are, the ego in all of us will always rise.I asked a doctor one time, why should we propose if we love each other ,we know we will get married anyway. He said "you propose so that you can: get the opnion and aproval of your partner yes or no, so that you can engage her into the mood of building a family  rather than just dating and of course so that she wont leave you.Good word of advice from the doctor. A lady friend says to me after i had asked her why she wants to be engaged " i need to have two rings phela, one gold the other diamond " Okay thats not bad at all.

WARNING

Please dont try proposing in the following areas or gatherings

During a Pirates or Chiefs match.
During a ANC rally especial youth league you might be called a bustard.
Or at Ellius park stadium you might be charged for piracy.

Dedicated to Brighton and Colleta

written by Hawulethu Dube
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my X is on facebook....lol..

A late call made me to rush to johannesburg central for some business.I managed to finish my business before the streets were cleared. Passing by one of the internet cafe's', i found a security officer (matshingelana) glued on one of the flat screens in the cafe.He loked sad, a little perplexed,but better described as astonished or i can simplify it and say he was just flabagasted.At first i thought he was peeping on some porn but when i saw some blue i knew it was facebook.I politelty asked "X GIRLFRIEND".He nodded his head in agreement, no word coming off his mouth.She looked exucutive.All her pictures were sending a message . I am not quite sure to whom,but it seemed the message was working.On one of the pictures she was standing with a "a re-edition of Usher Raymond mixed with some musculinar John Cena and a smile on face saying you can see mee..lol..".Well looking at my fellow brother, i just strecthed forth my hands and prayed for him.The Lord giveth the Lord taketh.

It all began on facebook.I sent a her a friend request.She accepted.I liked her status.She like mine too.I went on and comment and she replied *wink wink*.The rest we settled through inboxes.A couple of weeks later she change her relationship status to in a relationship. We upgraded from facebook to Macdonalds.We talked laughed and ofcourse you know *wink wink*.The lord giveth the lord taketh.We started fighting.She didn't inbox,like or comment on my status.She went on to change her status to being in an open relationship,then complicated and disaster SINGLE. It all began on facebook it had to end on facebook.
Everytime i was on facebook i would find myself typing her name and peeping on her pictures, status and where she commenting frequenlty.

The worst happened when she became friends with this boy (names not to be mentioned incase i be sued for defirmation of character or invasion of privacy worse of sexual harassemnet,its woman's month by the way).I am part of the thousand of soldiers fighting the love war on facebook.We dont upload pictures because of networking we upload them because they are grenades.A female friend is a bazooka while a picture of myself and her is an atomic bomb.To all the soldiers fight the good fight and lay hold of twitter in the future.

The above story is an email i recieved from a friend lolest..you thot it was me,,,*kikikikikiki* .While some are fighting wars on facebook i received this email.

hie Hawu..
i read your profile and i like it .How about we meet *sexy* mwaaaaaaaah

lol

written by Hawulethu Dube
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BLACK PRESIDENT...

Black was our motto
Black was all we wanted
Black was motto
Black was all we lived for

carrying placards and banners we marched the streets,
our voices were so loud,our hearts determined
our eyes only saw one colour
black


Black was our motto
Black was all we wanted
Black was motto
Black was all we lived for

We threw stones,burnt tyers ,closed shops
and carried guns.
blood was shed,lives were lost but we never saw tears till sunset.
boys became men,girls became mothers and our fathers became the dust
till now we never saw them.
we fought with our hearts and we were united as one.
we all had one song in our souls..


Black was our motto
Black was all we wanted
Black was motto
Black was all we lived for

By the morning of the 18th all was well
old ladies brewed the beer while old man set and reminisced the past days,,
finally the young man could marry and the virgin would sing at last
life was good when we had the time in our hands..
the streets were cleared and the guns lowered
at last we could see our face in the waters..


Black was our motto
Black was all we wanted
Black was motto
Black was all we lived for

You remember the song we sang, Sophia town the mother of one..
once again we sing the song.
the country of our skull,the mother of our land.
the clay we once fought for and died.
today we run away from.
the land we vowed for and made sacrifices while singing songs of freedom
today we sing songs of migration
she used to be the lovely virgin today she is a nagging wife

we wanted black 
we wanted no colour
we found black we just had no choice
the man i saved from the depth of hell is now my enemy
you still remember the song we used to sing...


Black was our motto
Black was all we wanted
Black was motto
Black was all we lived for





Sister to poem sophia town .The best way of expressing whats in the heart of a man is through poetry. Hope you loved it.Thank you for reading.

written by Hawulethu Patrice Dube
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HAIKU POEMS..

Confession

The sin I did

I wish I will never do it again

Yet tomorrow the same song I will sing

The road never travelled

Rough and thorny

The grass is tall and green

Destruction or freedom, were will the road lead me to?

My Bella

I await the sun to rise

So that I can be with the love of my love

My beautiful Bella..

written by Hawulethu Dube

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detective,blind beggar and the dead prostitute..the last chapter.

A fleet of police cars made its way to the beggar's house.After looking at the evidence they had acquired, they believed that the beggar was the prime suspect.Nobody knew the beggar's house until now.The house was located five blocks away from Elizabeth's.Thus on the way the detective decided that they should pass by Elizabeth's house and see if they can pick a few pieces of evidence.

The house was small but well furnished.It had two chairs, a table and fire place.The kitchen was so clean because it wasn't often used.She stayed alone in the house. On her walls were portraits of herself and of a young girl dancing ballet.The officers and the detective searched the house and found no outstanding clues that could help.The search was called off."it's better we leave" said the detective."we have to go chase the blind man before he regains his sight".As the detective was about to leave he noticed something different about the fire place.The fire place had not been used for a long time yet it was winter in Gotham city.It looked so clean and seemed to be used as something else rather than a fire place.The detective bended and looked inside.He pulled off his hand holding a small case.Inside the case were letters.Most of the letters where stamped,but there was one wich looked fresh. The ink was still smelling, it must have been the last letter that Elizabeth had written.It read;

Dear David
you are a good man and you will make a good husband.I am sorry my heart belongs to him who knows it.We cant be together.I belong to the beggar.Next month we leave town to start a new life. Not as beggar and prostitute but as man and wife
may you find your love as i a have found mine.

yourstruly
Elizabeth.

David was a Surgeon and lived in Newcastle.He had been seen several times with Elizabeth but no one thought they was anything serious.The fleet was diverted to David 's house.A knock at the door did not help as no one seemed to answer. The detective gave an order that the door be opened.Inside the house was nothing except for Davids body hanging on the ceiling and a note written
.
what if i loved her...
what if i say she never loved me
what if she ever really wanted was the beggar...
then i would be left with one choice..
to shoot her....

the end

the story is a play.It has been edited to suit blog readership.Thank you for reading and keep reading as we will post more written work tomorrow.

written by Hawulethu Dube
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