Monday 30 November 2015

HOW ARE YOU?

HOW ARE YOU?

I'm fine thanks!
No I'm not well!
I'm ashamed to pour my stress on you,
I'm ashamed to say what is bugging me this days,
I'm embarrassed to say my failure and my dark secrets in my life.

I'm not fine!
How can I be fine while loan-shacks are breathing on my neck?
How can I be fine while my life is filled with unpleasant thing?
How can I be fine while I still earn hand- to mouth?
How can I be fine while everybody  disrespect me?
How can I be fine while I'm still bachelor?

Oh no!
Sorry I forget that you're not asking me about my well being,
Because you don't care any way,
 I'm  fine at last

MONEY CAN'T BUY EVERYTHING

MONEY CAN'T BUY EVERYTHING

True love is priceless,
True friend is priceless,
Being a caring father is priceless,
Being a caring mother is priceless,
Respect is priceless.

Money can't buy everything

Money can only buy you fake friends
Money can only buy you fake love 
Money can only buy you false respect,

Money can't buy everything

IN THE NAME OF GOD

IN THE NAME OF God

In the name of God,
They deceive us,
They betray us calling themselves witness of God.
They lure us with their smooth words to take our last penny.

In the name of God,
We've to believe every word they say,
Without doubting their deeds,
And checking their stinking morals.
We've to trust them,
Trust that God will provide us with our needs and wants,
We're ensured that we will live immortal life

IN THE NAME OF LOVE

IN THE NAME OF LOVE

In the name of love,
you're  told how beautiful you are,
How caring you have become,
How soft is your lips,your skin,and your touching

In the name of love 
You're compared to everything awesome,
You're compared to like-able and sweet things,
You're thanked for nothing,
You're stupidity is timely praised.

You're promised forever affection,
You're promised 5 star treatment,
You're promised mist and clouds

In the name of love.
Anger,absconding, frowning get buried underneath to be undermined,
In the name of love ,
Foolishness isn't questioned

Monday 16 November 2015

BEING QUITE

BEING QUITE

Being quite doesn't make me a fool,
Being loud doesn't make you smart,
I gather my thoughts,
While you spit your foolishness, 
Words that I utter are unforgettable ,
I hardly ever remember what you say.

Being quite doesn't make me a fool,
Being loud doesn't make you smart,
After I've talked my mouth stay fresh,
But after every words,your mouth stink,
At the end you're proud of yourself

You're so loud you broke my ear canal,
I hear words, that don't make sense.
You spill your foolishness like dirty water

Being quite doesn't make me a fool,
Being loud doesn't make you smart.

I AM LOOKING

I AM LOOKING

I am looking for someone 
Who will love me, not stress me,
Who will appreciate me,not to change me,
Who will comfort me,not to judge me,
Who will encourage me, not to frustrated me,
Who will support my dream, not to criticizes it.
Who will laugh with me,not to spit at me,
Who will cry with me , not who will make me cry.
Who will whisper sweets words,not who will yell at me.
Who will talk to me ,not who will neck me

All I need is love, and nothing else  

Sunday 15 November 2015

MAN WITHOUT MONEY

MAN WITHOUT MONEY

Man without money,
He's like empty bottle,
He's like empty room,
He's like empty wallet,
He's like empty egg,
He's like bad smell

His confidence is invaded,
His strength is invaded,
His self-esteem is invaded,
His balls are no more 

THOSE DAYS

THOSE DAYS
In those days,
We  were separated by race,
Now we are separated by money,
Death was moaned,
Now is celebrated,
We were united by struggle for freedom,
Now anyone for themselves,
Respect was earned,
Now is bought,

Ladies were cooking like their mothers,
Now they drink like their fathers.
Church was place of worship,
Now is funeral scheme,
Love was believable word,
Now is used as scam.

Monday 2 November 2015

I AM WHO I AM

I AM WHO I AM

who am i


My name is MONAMPANE SINKIE MODISHA the third born child from Thopane Rinah and Motlokwe Jacobus Modisha.I was born at Tsimanyane village in 1977-12-29 which is situated near small town of Marble hall.At home we're four children.My father worked at farms while my mother was at citrus.My father had two wives, my mother is second wife, from first wife he had three children sadly second one passed away.My father was very strict.We were not allowed to play cards,come home late or to hang out with friends.If you're found doing wrong things the only punishment was to be beaten up.

where did i study

I started my educations at Tsimanyane primary school and further my secondary at Nape-a-Ngwato senior secondary school.I wished to study further as journalist, but my family finance unable me to.Then I did short course of computer literate ,and also inbound call centre.In the future I wish to study history of music as I love music very much.

love and passion
My first kiss was with my next door neighbour girl called Maphefo Magolo, although we didn't have sex or dated.My virginity was broken by a girl from Mohlotsi village by the name of Masethokgeng ,it was just one night stand, I really loved it , though afterwards I was confused!Are we dating or what? After numerous times of trying to visit her finally I realized that it was just that.A girl who I love  and dated for plus or minus six months, who also broke my heart is Julia Lentswane from Manapiane village.I met Julia when I was working in Marble as baker.Is her who taught me valentines day and what to do to a woman.After her I met mother of my children, who we first met in the bus I was commuting with.Her name is Daphney Mokgaditsi.At that time she was hawker selling grapes ,apples bannas.After plus or minus 12 moths dating she was pregnant with my first who was named Dineo,to her she was second born as she already had son by the name of Tlokomelo.This girl I loved her so much and regarded her as my future wife as I went further and paid lobola (dowry) as is also my culture to do so.Sadly after few years being together finally we reached dead end then we went our separate ways.Through years of our separation I met lovely lady by the name of Ouma Mokgohlwane who I also met in the bus I was commuting with, she was working at the nursery just few kilos from Marble hall.As was alone at that moment we dated for few years then she gave birth to her third child,whom she named Provia.With her the problem was that , her mother didn't approve are realationship,she even go further by chasing me out of her home

Religion 
I grew up in a home where my grandpa was founder of zcc ( zion Christian church ) branch at my village.This tells you that I was raised with Christians values.Although I was raised with Christians values as teenager I started asking myself questions about this religion.At home going to church was not a choice but a must.I remember one day been beaten up for not going to church.The fact that we're forced to be at church at all time, made me hate Christianity and going to church

who motivate me
I'm motivated by poor people who are trying to make it in life.My sister who's self-employed by selling food at taxi rank at my village is one of those who motivate me her name is Ramosegeng Georginah Modisha.While most of us spend our life time working for other,she was so courageous to start her own.Without business knowledge whats so ever she have been running her business for plus or minus 15 years now.Even though she doesn't see it to me she's a star

Work and Hobbies 
I started working at my father's business, where we're delivering sand and bricks,it wasn't everyday job but I was getting incentives I regard that as job.My full-time job was after I matriculated where I was shopkeeper at cafe by the name of Moshege cafe which was own by indian man who was also my former teacher by name of Korrian.There I worked for plus or minus 12 months.Then I went and worked at Alanskraal , here  is where I was taught how to make bread by Mozambican guy called jose,I spend plus or minus 5 months.Then after I was employed at Marble hall Spar.Is here where I felt at home.Everything I know now about baking I learned it here,everything I know now about life I learned it here . Actually is here where my life was at.
Then after plus or minus 11 years I resigned as music was calling me.Music calling me in a way that whatever I was thinking music was there.Resigning at Marble hall was not easy thing to do but now I  am glad I did it.I took that quantum leap and came to Joburg.A city I was afraid to be at.After trying to be signed by record labels ,it started to dawn on me tt,I have hat road isn't going to be easy to travel,what I have to do is not to give up not yet,I have to be willing to die with the dream

How I want to remembered
I want to be remembered as someone who want to conquer the world through music,As someone who was trying so hard to  be someone , I've overcome my shyness , I've overcome my fears , I've overcome challenges I want people to know that shyness shouldn't paralyse you,fear shouldn't paralyse you , Don't get stack always challenge yourself .Don't let fear of unknown kill you 
My dream
My dream is to hear my music being played at commercial or national radio station.If that could happen one day I will know that I've made.

My Friend
When I was at Nape-a-Ngwato I had two dear friends by names of Ace Masehla and Kgaugelo Makena who passed away , may his soul rest in peace.When I was with this two guys ,the world was too small for us.I was quite as always , Ace was average while Kgaugelo was the loudest.Another dear friend of mine who's my inspiration goes by the name of  Scara Bogopa.I respect him so much ,his thinking,his way of life.When life give him lemon he make lemonade

What I learned about Joburg
It's not for fainthearted and you shouldn't forget why you are here

Happy moment and sad one
My happy moment was when I record my first song.that was in 2011 with producer called Brian Malefo. That was the happiest moment of my life to hear my voice on a cd
My sad moment was when I try to propose to my classmate by the name of Lucky Morena.Who told me that I am not her type as she can't date someone like me.She really broke my heart into pieces.

Am I politically affiliated 
To me politics are just a game.Politicians get paid huge salary while we voters suffer.We live in slams where do they live.I will be politically affiliated the politicians are living just like me and you

What I hate
lack of support from my own people and the fact that people still believe that good music is who played at radio stations

What I've learned about life
Appreciate your uniqueness
you're not someone you're you
You should enjoy every moment of your life.
Those who criticises and those who don't like you ,make you strong