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Pilgrimage to the Sea

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When my doubt grows tall,
I take it by the hand,
on a walk to the Sea.

I am very far tonight.
My toes are freezing cold.

Tonight I am the Sea.
Where the air reads my needs
and the moving waters wave.
My Doubt and I
are cuddled at the shore.
“We are here to ask forgiveness!”
The air shoots with teeth of ice;
Sinks them hard into our skin.
I have questioned its grace.
I look at my Doubt.
It nods back at me.
The air loosens its grip.

“We are here to ask for help!”
The waving waters rage.
They spit!
They hiss!
I have questioned their knowledge.
I look at my Doubt.
It nods back at me.
The waters settle their roar.

Bowing our head, I say;
“I am here.”
And the moving waters wave.
My Doubt begins to shrink.

When the Sea has warmed my toes;
with my Doubt in my pocket,
I start to walk again.
Along a different path.
Around the same circle.

© Shunshine
Nonjabulo Tshabalala
28/02/2014

Shunshine

Featured Poem:

Little Freedom

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Little freedom hasn’t found her feet
Lies on shaky ground
And won’t seize to weep
Oh, Little Freedom hasn’t found her feet
Little Freedom hasn’t found her feet

Little Freedom lives inside him weak
Tries to find a way
To help him find his feet
Oh, Little Freedom lives inside him weak
Little Freedom lives inside him weak

She had a habit of singing heavens
When his ears were blocked
And dancing in poetry
Only when his eyes were closed
She who was once a gem
Is tarnished again in pain
She who was once a pearl
Is weakened once again
For her world was his
And his was hers
She lived his bliss
But somehow
He chose to curse her
For he knew not what she lived in
Or the sheer gift she was keeping
At a mere shift of perspective
She’d give all if he could let her
But instead
He up and left her
For he sought in her
What he knew of his world
Not knowing her spirit
Was drifted with birds
Now her skin still open
Her scars agape
Her hope in newborns
Has almost left
We thought the duty was ours
Now we’re guessing again
Coz Little Freedom
Still hasn’t found her feet
Still lies on shaky ground
And continues to weep
Little freedom hasn’t found her feet
Lies on shaky ground
And won’t seize to weep
Oh, Little Freedom hasn’t found her feet
Little Freedom hasn’t found her feet

She travels
Slow
On broken ropes
In dirty robes
Of stolen hopes
Her cries are deep
In silent screams
And
Beneath the wind
She hides her dreams
For
When time has come
She’ll finally glide
She’ll
Heal the scars
Fulfill the vows
Said to
Reveal the golden charms of life
Where she’ll
Find a child in mind
Where she’ll
Find a child in mind
For she resides in everyone

But for now Little Freedom
Lives inside us
Weak
Still looking for a way
To help us find our feet

Little Freedom lives inside them weak
Tries to find a way
To help them find their feet
Oh, Little Freedom hasn’t found her feet
Little Freedom hasn’t found her feet

© Nonjabulo Tshabalala
2009

shunshine

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  1. Nonjabulo is an outstanding individual, I’m familiar with her creative geniusness since our student days of fashion designing. I’m glad to see that she has expanded her influence across the board of the creative sphere. Enjoying your poetic work, and keep on shining Shunshine.

    Itumeleng Babedi

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Biography

Shunshine, born Nonjabulo Tshabalala, is a Kwa-Zulu Natal(KZN) born poet, who now resides in Cape Town.

She moved to Cape Town after high school, to study Fashion Design. It was during those years that she started attending open-mic sessions, and had her first taste of the stage.

Since then, she has worked with many artists, and performed in many shows between KZN and Cape Town. She has also helped to organize a handful of events, in order to create platforms for other upcoming artists.

In KZN, she has worked with artists such as Raheem, Lexikon, Moonchild, Tumelo Khoza, Busiswa Gqulu, Thando Ngcobo and Siyabonga Skhakhane. She has performed at DUT’s Pour-A-Tree Sessions and Nowadays Poets. She was also a part of Poppunut’s ‘Sounds 031’ Women’s Edition Project in 2009.

In Cape Town, she has worked with Bulelwa Basse of the Lyrical Base Project, City at Peace, Dejavu, Uzinzo, and is a part of the Black Ink Arts Movement, based in Du Noon, Milnerton.

In 2009, she recorded and released an album titled My Space, which was quite successful considering that it was released independently. Since then, she has been featured in albums and songs by other artists.

Since her return to Cape Town in 2013, she has worked with Radikal Xpression, Sounds of The South (SOS), 4D Multimedia, and an Observatory based monthly session known as Poetics ‘music not for the sake of it’.

In 2013, one of her poems, I bargain with the mist, was published in the Sol Plaatje European Union Vol III Poetry Anthology.

As someone who has a hip hop background, and a general love for music, Nonjabulo sometimes blends her poetry with musical sounds. She loves experimenting with different writing styles.

She is inspired by love and life. She writes because it heals her, and shares it because she believes that it has the potential of healing other people.

She is driven by her great interest in spirituality, and quest to spread positivity across the dividing lines of culture, race and religion. She believes that we are all from the same source.

“When we learn to love our stormy days
as much as easy breezes;
there’s always something beautiful
for us to sink our souls in.” – Shunshine

Shunshine

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Biography

Shunshine, born Nonjabulo Tshabalala, is a Kwa-Zulu Natal(KZN) born poet, who now resides in Cape Town.

She moved to Cape Town after high school, to study Fashion Design. It was during those years that she started attending open-mic sessions, and had her first taste of the stage.

Since then, she has worked with many artists, and performed in many shows between KZN and Cape Town. She has also helped to organize a handful of events, in order to create platforms for other upcoming artists.

In KZN, she has worked with artists such as Raheem, Lexikon, Moonchild, Tumelo Khoza, Busiswa Gqulu, Thando Ngcobo and Siyabonga Skhakhane. She has performed at DUT’s Pour-A-Tree Sessions and Nowadays Poets. She was also a part of Poppunut’s ‘Sounds 031’ Women’s Edition Project in 2009.

In Cape Town, she has worked with Bulelwa Basse of the Lyrical Base Project, City at Peace, Dejavu, Uzinzo, and is a part of the Black Ink Arts Movement, based in Du Noon, Milnerton.

In 2009, she recorded and released an album titled My Space, which was quite successful considering that it was released independently. Since then, she has been featured in albums and songs by other artists.

Since her return to Cape Town in 2013, she has worked with Radikal Xpression, Sounds of The South (SOS), 4D Multimedia, and an Observatory based monthly session known as Poetics ‘music not for the sake of it’.

In 2013, one of her poems, I bargain with the mist, was published in the Sol Plaatje European Union Vol III Poetry Anthology.

As someone who has a hip hop background, and a general love for music, Nonjabulo sometimes blends her poetry with musical sounds. She loves experimenting with different writing styles.

She is inspired by love and life. She writes because it heals her, and shares it because she believes that it has the potential of healing other people.

She is driven by her great interest in spirituality, and quest to spread positivity across the dividing lines of culture, race and religion. She believes that we are all from the same source.

“When we learn to love our stormy days
as much as easy breezes;
there’s always something beautiful
for us to sink our souls in.” – Shunshine

Pilgrimage to the Sea

Enlarge poem

When my doubt grows tall,
I take it by the hand,
on a walk to the Sea.

I am very far tonight.
My toes are freezing cold.

Tonight I am the Sea.
Where the air reads my needs
and the moving waters wave.
My Doubt and I
are cuddled at the shore.
“We are here to ask forgiveness!”
The air shoots with teeth of ice;
Sinks them hard into our skin.
I have questioned its grace.
I look at my Doubt.
It nods back at me.
The air loosens its grip.

“We are here to ask for help!”
The waving waters rage.
They spit!
They hiss!
I have questioned their knowledge.
I look at my Doubt.
It nods back at me.
The waters settle their roar.

Bowing our head, I say;
“I am here.”
And the moving waters wave.
My Doubt begins to shrink.

When the Sea has warmed my toes;
with my Doubt in my pocket,
I start to walk again.
Along a different path.
Around the same circle.

© Shunshine
Nonjabulo Tshabalala
28/02/2014

Featured Poem:

Little Freedom

Enlarge poem

Little freedom hasn’t found her feet
Lies on shaky ground
And won’t seize to weep
Oh, Little Freedom hasn’t found her feet
Little Freedom hasn’t found her feet

Little Freedom lives inside him weak
Tries to find a way
To help him find his feet
Oh, Little Freedom lives inside him weak
Little Freedom lives inside him weak

She had a habit of singing heavens
When his ears were blocked
And dancing in poetry
Only when his eyes were closed
She who was once a gem
Is tarnished again in pain
She who was once a pearl
Is weakened once again
For her world was his
And his was hers
She lived his bliss
But somehow
He chose to curse her
For he knew not what she lived in
Or the sheer gift she was keeping
At a mere shift of perspective
She’d give all if he could let her
But instead
He up and left her
For he sought in her
What he knew of his world
Not knowing her spirit
Was drifted with birds
Now her skin still open
Her scars agape
Her hope in newborns
Has almost left
We thought the duty was ours
Now we’re guessing again
Coz Little Freedom
Still hasn’t found her feet
Still lies on shaky ground
And continues to weep
Little freedom hasn’t found her feet
Lies on shaky ground
And won’t seize to weep
Oh, Little Freedom hasn’t found her feet
Little Freedom hasn’t found her feet

She travels
Slow
On broken ropes
In dirty robes
Of stolen hopes
Her cries are deep
In silent screams
And
Beneath the wind
She hides her dreams
For
When time has come
She’ll finally glide
She’ll
Heal the scars
Fulfill the vows
Said to
Reveal the golden charms of life
Where she’ll
Find a child in mind
Where she’ll
Find a child in mind
For she resides in everyone

But for now Little Freedom
Lives inside us
Weak
Still looking for a way
To help us find our feet

Little Freedom lives inside them weak
Tries to find a way
To help them find their feet
Oh, Little Freedom hasn’t found her feet
Little Freedom hasn’t found her feet

© Nonjabulo Tshabalala
2009

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  • Pride (0)
  • Optimism (0)
  • Anger (0)
  • Delight (0)
  • Inspiration (0)
  • Reflection (1)
  • Captivation (1)
  • Peace (0)
  • Amusement (0)
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Pilgrimage to the Sea

Enlarge poem

When my doubt grows tall,
I take it by the hand,
on a walk to the Sea.

I am very far tonight.
My toes are freezing cold.

Tonight I am the Sea.
Where the air reads my needs
and the moving waters wave.
My Doubt and I
are cuddled at the shore.
“We are here to ask forgiveness!”
The air shoots with teeth of ice;
Sinks them hard into our skin.
I have questioned its grace.
I look at my Doubt.
It nods back at me.
The air loosens its grip.

“We are here to ask for help!”
The waving waters rage.
They spit!
They hiss!
I have questioned their knowledge.
I look at my Doubt.
It nods back at me.
The waters settle their roar.

Bowing our head, I say;
“I am here.”
And the moving waters wave.
My Doubt begins to shrink.

When the Sea has warmed my toes;
with my Doubt in my pocket,
I start to walk again.
Along a different path.
Around the same circle.

© Shunshine
Nonjabulo Tshabalala
28/02/2014

Comments

  1. Nonjabulo is an outstanding individual, I’m familiar with her creative geniusness since our student days of fashion designing. I’m glad to see that she has expanded her influence across the board of the creative sphere. Enjoying your poetic work, and keep on shining Shunshine.

    Itumeleng Babedi

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