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African Tears

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African tears are beautiful,
We were born crying before we knew time,
Our tears are beautiful like sun rays
like the moon and the stars,
So they fall like droplets of light
soundlessly staining our black skins with calamity,
Slowly, like rainbow sketches over the sun

Have you ever seen a black woman cry a pool of tears to her chest?
The way her tears rub roughly across her chest,
staining remains of her untold stories on her golden face
Stories of where she has been,
Of how she has smiled, loved and slept in tears some days,
until the morning time when she creates sunshine for her daughters,
with tears still, on her hands

African tears are beautiful,
They learnt how to drop from our fore-fathers wrinkled eyes
during war and famine,
They learnt when to drop from saddened souls
held together by threads of black beaded necklaces made from reeds,
Just so we could pick the remaining crystals of legacy
to embrace and re-write stories from where were born.

African tears are beautiful,
We create them, we end them,
African tears are art,
Beautiful lines of tributes
to what will be, if we keep on crying beautiful tears

Nametso Dorothy Phonchi

Featured Poem:

Ghetto Love

Enlarge poem

I used to know of Goddesses with colourful wings worshiping their Gods,
I used to watch women and men singing hymns of praise,
Chanting biblical verses wrapped around their tongues
like wedding rings on devoted fingers
I wanted to be like these women,
But these days..

In my ghetto these days
It’s pick a heart, pick a soul and shoot!
There are no more praying arenas in blood splatted streets
Just brothers, sisters and lovers covering their children’s faces away from love
Because we are all fragile skeletons
with time capsules buried in bare fields
that will never give birth to Proverbs 31 women of God!

My ghetto is loaded with jellyfish women with bruised hearts and chapped knee caps
Seeking love in between road cracks and side paths
that do not know them names,
So, instead of receiving their Adams in God’s perfect timing
They fall prey to men who only find hiding places in between their inner thighs
Men that only want to touch and go, and sometimes come back again
Leaving women’s bodies as temples with burnt scriptures
before dawn breaks promises of a new morning

I too have been a part of this someday,
There were nights when my heart beat did not beat for me,
When my dreams did not belong to me anymore
I too have tasted moments when men did not want to hold
just my hand, to read a Bible with me,
But have you ever wondered
if Gods love ever break promises?
If Gods ears never hear your wishes?

I have seen a God whose face looks like the sky
because when all things fall, I know I can count him
When sunsets pass and seasons fall,
I know I can count him
Believe me friend
There is a God inside you with a tool box
meant to mend you into a perfect dandelion that does not wait for the sunshine
And I too,
have never seen a field of dandelions trying to turn into roses,
Right now is a time to stop running.
Stop bleeding too much dandelion
Your heart is as stronger as a mason jar,
Your soul is a parachute of colourful ribbons and
God runs in every shade with shields of blessings for your entire lifespan.

These verses and Poems are paddles meant for you
to tip toe into his Kingdom, fly with me dandelion,
I am unfolding Jeremiah 33;3, 29;11 and Psalms 100,5 to you
As oxygen masks, meant to give you a second chance,
because in my father’s house there is always room for sinners like you and I
Fly with me dandelion!

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Comments

  1. youre words are so auspicious. You’re truly gifted and clearly your words come from Him. So it He who is lyrical. And He speaks through you. Your words bless my day. Thank you and Stay Blessed.

    Phoenix Baaitse
  2. Poetess Phopho, I love that you beautiful body of work is finally being exposed to a wider audience. I still get goosebumps as I remember your live recitals. Keep on co-creating and writing….

    Juliet 'Kego

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Biography

Born 1990, Nametso Dorothy Phonchi, affectionately known to her audience as “Poetess Phopho’’, was born and raised in Lobatse, Botswana. She is a BA Sociology and Environmental Science graduate from the University of Botswana. She is currently a Barclays- F.G Mogae 2014 scholar, pursuing a Master of Science in Environmental Economics stream at the University of Botswana. Because of her diverse nature, she is currently an intermediate level student at the Confucius Institute at the University of Botswana studying Mandarin Chinese, also pursuing a Post Graduate Diploma in French Language through the AMITY UNIVERSITY e-network learning programme.
As part of giving back to the society, she has volunteered with organizations such as Youth Alliance for Leadership and Development in Africa (YALDA), Humana People to People Botswana and Bird Life International Botswana.
She is a spoken word artist and a published poet, a Christian woman, a mentor, and a multilingual African child. She is the current Publicity Manager of Poetry Society-University of Botswana. Her writing and work emanates from the need to shouting the inner voice, speaking untold stories and voicing out stories of the gospel. She started performing poetry at the age of 16, at social celebrations. Her devotion to pen and paper elevated her to new platforms by later reciting weekly at the UB writer’s workshop, Poetry Society Wednesdays, and monthly at ‘Soul Poetry’ and ‘Poets Passport’ at Gaborone National Museum.
She has since then performed in poetry events such as the International Women’s day poetry event 2012, hosted by Alliance Francaise, the 1st and 2nd annual Multilingual Poetry Festival in November 2012 and 2013, gracing both events with multilingual poems and a Chinese song. She was a team member in the Tshwetso Poetry and Photography project, a joint project by the Botswana Society for the Arts and South East Entertainment to raise HIV/AIDS awareness in December 2013 to February 2014. She also performed at the Poetry against Poverty 2014, a charity event by Botswana artists and Angelous Society. She performed at the 1st Word live 2014 Gaborone hosted by Drea Chuma. The Poet has joined hands with other spoken word poets and Ann Gollifer, for a painting and poetry project themed ‘OMANG’ at Sophi Lalonde Art gallery in February 2015. She recently, she graced the Maitisong Festival 2015 at Thapong Visual arts Center and at the closing ceremony in Molapo Piazza.
Her writings kills were recognized in November 2013, scooping the first prize in a Chinese Poetry competition organized by the Confucius Institute at University of Botswana. She was awarded 4th world-wide prize in the WINDOWS TO CHINA & WINDOW OF SHANGHAI WRITING CONTEST 2012 (Shanghai get together 2012). In June 2015 three of her Poems where published on The Kalahari Review, an international online journal where African stories are told by African writers.
A performance she made at the Youth Arts and Aids festival open mic in recognition of the Month of Youth against AIDS March 2013 was later described in a local newspaper (Mmegi) column as rather ‘profound’. She has also been published in local News- Papers such as Mmegi Monitor and The Global Post.
Whether hated or loved, her poems will always be remembered for drawing inspiration for the old and young, black and white, rich or poor. She is mostly passionate about God, love, music, women and children and society which is where most of her poems draw from. Her poetry is inspired by rather seeing and hearing on a daily basis. With her book and pens, she aspires to lead future generations with poetry before her journey of lives comes to an end.
Often times she gets questions of why and how she writes and she has answered in her poem…

Nametso Dorothy Phonchi

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Biography

Born 1990, Nametso Dorothy Phonchi, affectionately known to her audience as “Poetess Phopho’’, was born and raised in Lobatse, Botswana. She is a BA Sociology and Environmental Science graduate from the University of Botswana. She is currently a Barclays- F.G Mogae 2014 scholar, pursuing a Master of Science in Environmental Economics stream at the University of Botswana. Because of her diverse nature, she is currently an intermediate level student at the Confucius Institute at the University of Botswana studying Mandarin Chinese, also pursuing a Post Graduate Diploma in French Language through the AMITY UNIVERSITY e-network learning programme.
As part of giving back to the society, she has volunteered with organizations such as Youth Alliance for Leadership and Development in Africa (YALDA), Humana People to People Botswana and Bird Life International Botswana.
She is a spoken word artist and a published poet, a Christian woman, a mentor, and a multilingual African child. She is the current Publicity Manager of Poetry Society-University of Botswana. Her writing and work emanates from the need to shouting the inner voice, speaking untold stories and voicing out stories of the gospel. She started performing poetry at the age of 16, at social celebrations. Her devotion to pen and paper elevated her to new platforms by later reciting weekly at the UB writer’s workshop, Poetry Society Wednesdays, and monthly at ‘Soul Poetry’ and ‘Poets Passport’ at Gaborone National Museum.
She has since then performed in poetry events such as the International Women’s day poetry event 2012, hosted by Alliance Francaise, the 1st and 2nd annual Multilingual Poetry Festival in November 2012 and 2013, gracing both events with multilingual poems and a Chinese song. She was a team member in the Tshwetso Poetry and Photography project, a joint project by the Botswana Society for the Arts and South East Entertainment to raise HIV/AIDS awareness in December 2013 to February 2014. She also performed at the Poetry against Poverty 2014, a charity event by Botswana artists and Angelous Society. She performed at the 1st Word live 2014 Gaborone hosted by Drea Chuma. The Poet has joined hands with other spoken word poets and Ann Gollifer, for a painting and poetry project themed ‘OMANG’ at Sophi Lalonde Art gallery in February 2015. She recently, she graced the Maitisong Festival 2015 at Thapong Visual arts Center and at the closing ceremony in Molapo Piazza.
Her writings kills were recognized in November 2013, scooping the first prize in a Chinese Poetry competition organized by the Confucius Institute at University of Botswana. She was awarded 4th world-wide prize in the WINDOWS TO CHINA & WINDOW OF SHANGHAI WRITING CONTEST 2012 (Shanghai get together 2012). In June 2015 three of her Poems where published on The Kalahari Review, an international online journal where African stories are told by African writers.
A performance she made at the Youth Arts and Aids festival open mic in recognition of the Month of Youth against AIDS March 2013 was later described in a local newspaper (Mmegi) column as rather ‘profound’. She has also been published in local News- Papers such as Mmegi Monitor and The Global Post.
Whether hated or loved, her poems will always be remembered for drawing inspiration for the old and young, black and white, rich or poor. She is mostly passionate about God, love, music, women and children and society which is where most of her poems draw from. Her poetry is inspired by rather seeing and hearing on a daily basis. With her book and pens, she aspires to lead future generations with poetry before her journey of lives comes to an end.
Often times she gets questions of why and how she writes and she has answered in her poem…

African Tears

Enlarge poem

African tears are beautiful,
We were born crying before we knew time,
Our tears are beautiful like sun rays
like the moon and the stars,
So they fall like droplets of light
soundlessly staining our black skins with calamity,
Slowly, like rainbow sketches over the sun

Have you ever seen a black woman cry a pool of tears to her chest?
The way her tears rub roughly across her chest,
staining remains of her untold stories on her golden face
Stories of where she has been,
Of how she has smiled, loved and slept in tears some days,
until the morning time when she creates sunshine for her daughters,
with tears still, on her hands

African tears are beautiful,
They learnt how to drop from our fore-fathers wrinkled eyes
during war and famine,
They learnt when to drop from saddened souls
held together by threads of black beaded necklaces made from reeds,
Just so we could pick the remaining crystals of legacy
to embrace and re-write stories from where were born.

African tears are beautiful,
We create them, we end them,
African tears are art,
Beautiful lines of tributes
to what will be, if we keep on crying beautiful tears

Featured Poem:

Ghetto Love

Enlarge poem

I used to know of Goddesses with colourful wings worshiping their Gods,
I used to watch women and men singing hymns of praise,
Chanting biblical verses wrapped around their tongues
like wedding rings on devoted fingers
I wanted to be like these women,
But these days..

In my ghetto these days
It’s pick a heart, pick a soul and shoot!
There are no more praying arenas in blood splatted streets
Just brothers, sisters and lovers covering their children’s faces away from love
Because we are all fragile skeletons
with time capsules buried in bare fields
that will never give birth to Proverbs 31 women of God!

My ghetto is loaded with jellyfish women with bruised hearts and chapped knee caps
Seeking love in between road cracks and side paths
that do not know them names,
So, instead of receiving their Adams in God’s perfect timing
They fall prey to men who only find hiding places in between their inner thighs
Men that only want to touch and go, and sometimes come back again
Leaving women’s bodies as temples with burnt scriptures
before dawn breaks promises of a new morning

I too have been a part of this someday,
There were nights when my heart beat did not beat for me,
When my dreams did not belong to me anymore
I too have tasted moments when men did not want to hold
just my hand, to read a Bible with me,
But have you ever wondered
if Gods love ever break promises?
If Gods ears never hear your wishes?

I have seen a God whose face looks like the sky
because when all things fall, I know I can count him
When sunsets pass and seasons fall,
I know I can count him
Believe me friend
There is a God inside you with a tool box
meant to mend you into a perfect dandelion that does not wait for the sunshine
And I too,
have never seen a field of dandelions trying to turn into roses,
Right now is a time to stop running.
Stop bleeding too much dandelion
Your heart is as stronger as a mason jar,
Your soul is a parachute of colourful ribbons and
God runs in every shade with shields of blessings for your entire lifespan.

These verses and Poems are paddles meant for you
to tip toe into his Kingdom, fly with me dandelion,
I am unfolding Jeremiah 33;3, 29;11 and Psalms 100,5 to you
As oxygen masks, meant to give you a second chance,
because in my father’s house there is always room for sinners like you and I
Fly with me dandelion!

How does this featured poem make you feel?

  • Amazement (3)
  • Pride (2)
  • Optimism (0)
  • Anger (1)
  • Delight (0)
  • Inspiration (2)
  • Reflection (2)
  • Captivation (1)
  • Peace (0)
  • Amusement (0)
  • Sorrow (0)
  • Vigour (1)
  • Hope (1)
  • Sadness (0)
  • Fear (0)
  • Jubilation (0)

African Tears

Enlarge poem

African tears are beautiful,
We were born crying before we knew time,
Our tears are beautiful like sun rays
like the moon and the stars,
So they fall like droplets of light
soundlessly staining our black skins with calamity,
Slowly, like rainbow sketches over the sun

Have you ever seen a black woman cry a pool of tears to her chest?
The way her tears rub roughly across her chest,
staining remains of her untold stories on her golden face
Stories of where she has been,
Of how she has smiled, loved and slept in tears some days,
until the morning time when she creates sunshine for her daughters,
with tears still, on her hands

African tears are beautiful,
They learnt how to drop from our fore-fathers wrinkled eyes
during war and famine,
They learnt when to drop from saddened souls
held together by threads of black beaded necklaces made from reeds,
Just so we could pick the remaining crystals of legacy
to embrace and re-write stories from where were born.

African tears are beautiful,
We create them, we end them,
African tears are art,
Beautiful lines of tributes
to what will be, if we keep on crying beautiful tears

Comments

  1. youre words are so auspicious. You’re truly gifted and clearly your words come from Him. So it He who is lyrical. And He speaks through you. Your words bless my day. Thank you and Stay Blessed.

    Phoenix Baaitse
  2. Poetess Phopho, I love that you beautiful body of work is finally being exposed to a wider audience. I still get goosebumps as I remember your live recitals. Keep on co-creating and writing….

    Juliet 'Kego

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