Dag 20

Sykdom rammer fortsatt huset og det går sårt ut over arbeidet vårt! I tillegg til at jeg og Pia er sengeliggende, har bilen til Thami streiket. Det er et stort problem siden han bor i Edendal og må kjøre en time for å komme hit. Derfor var det bare Thomas og Cecilie som i utgangspunktet skulle være på Lamontville Youth centre i dag, men det sier seg selv at to stk ikke kan passe 48 ville tenåringer. Derfor tok jeg pillene mine og ble med en tur, så fikk vi heller stenge kl 17. Vi hadde diktopplesning de siste 15 minuttene. De er så utrolig flinke til å skrive! Legger ut noen av diktene her!

Var litt vanskelig å lage fletter med mitt glatte hår!

Hmm... Og jeg som trodde jeg begynte å bli brun!


I’m Wise
By Yamkela Ngwana, 14 years old

I might not live in a beautiful
decorated home
but i’m wise...
Wise to be thankful that i’m
not an orphan
Wise enough again that I have a
mother who’s also like a father to me
and my siblings
Wise to be thankful that I have a
roof over my head

I might not wear all the expensive
labels known
But I’m wise...
Wise enough to know that I look
good in anything I wear
Wise enough to appreciate all that my
mother can afford
Wise enough not to demand more or less
From what she can supply

I might not be the most beautiful girl among them all
But I’m wise...
Wise enough to know that we are all different
in our own unique ways
And wise to know that I’m beautiful in my own way

I might not be perfect in life and all
But still I’m wise...
Wise enough to know that I have
people who inspire me in life
who inspire me in so many different ways
Wise enough to always take responsibilities
for my own actions
And wise enough to be mature in decision – making
at all times and wise enough to know that
no one is perfect in life

I might not be there
yet and still
I’m wise ...
and wise enough to accept
the way I am and how my life is.

Love beat not heartbeat
By Yamkela Ngwana, 14 years old


Accept my broken heart
Acknowledge it’s scars
Accept it’s wounds
Listen to it’s cry
Feel it’s burden
Touch it’s emptiness
Read it’s twisted thoughts
hear the echo of it’s pain
Feel it’s coldness inside
Set it’s footprints filled with bruises
Through it’s eyes there’s vision
In my heart there’s no beat
In it’s body there’s no life
Pain is it’s one emotion
Hurt is it’s bed
Sorrow is it’s cup
Burden is it’s dish
Sears are it’s birthmarks
Wound are it’s identity
But stil...
Love is it’s dream.


It hurts (life is confusing some times)
By Yamkela Ngwana, 14 years old

Not having someone to be
Your parent is good and in bad times
Not having someone to be
Your colleague
Not having someone to be
Your adviser
It hurts

Not having someone to be
Your friend
Not having someone to be
Your mother, be your father
Not having someone to beg when
you want something thinking that you’re
wasting money

While knowing that you need that
thing badly
Not having someone to show you the
Right and the wrong way to life
Not having someone to show you
Support

Not having someone who loves you
Take care of you
Not having someone who believes in you
Not having someone to trust
It hurts

Beautiful Rose
By Lerato Princess Maloyi, 16 years old

Your name resounding in my head
My heart so heavy feels like led
I’m drowning I can’t breath
You are the only air that I need!

Set me free, set me free
You know your love can set me free
Let me be, let me breath
Your love the only air I need

Let’s fly now and leave this world behind
Take my hand and say that you’ll be mine
It’s like I’m in a fairy- tale
You are the wind that fills my sails

I’m drowning in your eyes
In vanilla skies
I’m floating out to the sea
You know your love can set me free

“2006 – the year to remember!!”