Samkelisiwe_Sammy

As they say people come in your life for a reason if not for a reason for a season, if not for a season for a lifetime. My name is Samkelisiwe and   this is just the beginning.


I am not sure if I am depressed. I mean am not sad. But am not exactly happy either. I can laugh, joke and, smile. But sometimes when am alone at night I really forget how to feel.

The Journey Of Samkelisiwe Nzama

I was the led in my community, the easily feed, the tool allow me to say, the so quite fool, the uncomplaining bound so they took advantage because I was the fine dust in the ground.


"all these creatures that cannot die, driven back in to the innermost corners of the soul will send up the wild cry of despair."


I guess my ancestors were trying to mend the wall for me, and they did." Umama ozala ubaba umzobe "protected me. I wish the angles could send her a cup of warm coffee where ever she is. May her soul rest in peace.


In the end of the destination, I was happy. And nothing besides remained. how it used to roar and roar and roar in the hallow of the shores, it came to a stop.


Now it roars anew and the thunders are as strong as a hull that splits and sunders. It wails differently in the journey of Samkelisiwe Nzama. I therefore am in peace.


It is patient, dramatic, serious and genial. From over to over the game I still goes on and I am still Samkelisiwe Nzama. With the same blood and the same organs. I still breath. Weaving a pattern that is hardly perennial. Civilisation under the sun in the journey of Samkelisiwe Nzama.


How can this shameful tale be told? I will have to maintain it until my death because only my enemy is gold. And I have no arms to fight it.
