About Kingdom of Eswatini
Journey to the smallest country in Southern Africa to find out more about the people and poetry of Eswatini (Formally known as Swaziland). In this fortnight’s episode Gyles and Aphra Brandreth meet writer and poet Njabulo N, Njabulo Tumelo Nkambule, who shares his story and some of his early love poems. Poems this episode include: Dear Fatima; The Sky is Blue; and Time O’clock, all by Njabulo Nkambule.
Region
Population
1.16m
Area
17,400 square kilometres
High Commissioner
Her Excellency Ms Thandazile Mbuyisa
Capital
Mbabane (administrative and judicial capital), Lobamba (legislative capital)
Joined Commonwealth
1968 following independence from Britain
Episode guests
Njabulo Nkambule
Njabulo Tumelo Nkambule also known as Njabulo N. is a writer, a poet hailing from the Kingdom of Eswatini (Swaziland). He is a devoted, multi-passionate, hardworking poet with a keen eye for detail and an insatiable interest in the use of the written word.
He is one person who is so passionate about poetry having so many written poems under his name (not yet published). His writings (poems) include quite a number of poetic forms including rhymed poetry, narrative poetry, pastoral poetry, elegies poetry, limerick poetry, lyric and soliloquy poetry.
His poems involve a lot of emotions since they range from inspirational poems up to death poems, helping readers to relate on what he writes about. With his versatility, he makes sure that through his writings, people get healed instead of getting killed reason being that he believes that words can either kill or heal a soul. Through the word of poetry and its own world, it’s where he finds peace to connect with the unseen.
THE BED OF THORNS & ROCKS
I get judged a lot by some
You’d swear that perhaps I’m insane
Well, it’s just only the pain
That I’m trying to slit out of me.
I now live in fear,
With no individual lending me his ears
For my worries and concerns
To be heard without the tears.
My scars represent my struggle
They are deeper than what they appear to be,
Look into my scars with so much interest
Rather than with the eye of judging.
Why do I need to fake being happy?
While my heart bleeds
And my eyes cry nonstop?
Allow me to die a painful death
Allow me to die broken and scared
I’ve failed, I accept the defeat,
I’m down and out
There is really no reason for you to worry,
My life is racing and it will crash in no time,
Everything happens so quickly, it’s really a hurry,
Even if I don’t exit this universe today,
My heart is what it longs for.
Without darkness
The stars won’t shine,
Without the light,
The night won’t come,
Without you,
I’m a lone wolf in a foreign forest
All I need is just a pain eraser
Pain killers don’t do me any justice
The only thing I want is just ease
For my brain to have just peace
And for my body to rest in peace
Allow me to lay down
On my bed of thorns and rocks
For my body to outgrow this pain.
MIRROR MIRROR
Mirror mirror on the wall,
You give me the medication
That I need when I’m not well,
I look up to you and get up when I fall,
You help me to understand and not fail,
Even when I’m weak you help me to crawl.
Through you I’ve learnt to grow,
I’ve planted good dreams that I won’t let go,
As I dream of achieving them all.
Mirror mirror on the wall,
Talk to me like you used to,
Relax it is just me and you,
I want to listen to everything that is true,
Tell me the facts as I don’t have any clue.
Don’t pretend like I’m new,
I grew up here with you,
Remember how I used to love this view?
Remember how I used to be your pillar too?
There is really a lot that you can do,
Tell me everything you once knew,
There is really a lot that I want to pursue,
There are also things I wish I can undo,
But not my meaningful scar – my tattoo,
I mean things I experienced like those in a hullabaloo.
My life is caged like I’m in a zoo,
As if there is going to be a vendue.
Mirror mirror on the wall,
Talk to me,
Walk with me,
Tell me the things I have been longing to hear,
Show me my weakness,
I want to be strong so that I can’t be easily broken,
Give me so much strength to fight my demons,
Mirror mirror on the wall,
Say something beautiful to me,
Fix me,
Heal me,
Save me.
SUNRISE DREAMING
It is the new beginnings,
With the sky so beautiful filled with so many colours,
Sunrise colours on display,
Revealing the glorious promise of hope and beautiful dreams.
The morning sun shines bright,
That the darkness of the night,
Get ruled out by the amazingly beautiful light,
In an aim of giving birth to hope and positive dreams.
Colour orange gently breaks a day,
And politely ends a day,
Living in two different ends,
But only competes and meet each other in one place,
Just to decorate the beautiful, eye-catching sky.
Sunrise Dreaming,
Feel sad for missing sunrise than people,
For they change like weather conditions,
Today you’re beautiful and lovely like a summer’s day on their eyes,
Tomorrow you are bad hearted, selfish and cold like a winter’s day.
Life won’t always flourish as you want,
For everything is temporary,
Even the pain we endure on our journey.
The best part in everything,
Is that no matter what, you will eventually bloom again like all the flowers in time.
It is good to learn to wait for your time,
For there is time for everything.
No matter what your ears hear,
Even what your physical and spiritual eyes see,
You got to listen to your basic, truthful instincts,
You need to trust what you feel
I do not want my heart to be heavy,
Being ruined by hope and sunset dreams.
Sunrise Dreaming,
Is like life giving you survival tips,
To escape the heavy weights that it brings.
Life gives you a lesson,
On how to chin up even when your heart burns scorching like hell.
The moment you start forgetting,
Those who forgot you,
That is when you will start seeing yourself feeling more like sunrise full of dreams.
Just like birds,
Your heart and mind knows where it really belongs,
With sunrise Dreaming,
I’m still learning to love myself,
After I went to war with myself,
For my beautiful dreams to come true,
I grow through what I go through.
GUNNEN
I could think about everything
I could feel anyhow about anything
But you,
You are just that one thing,
A person would never trade for.
Alone in my own world
Nothing can beat my words
But without you I have no magic.
You are the most beautiful and valuable treasure
One would hate to lose to hyenas.
My mind is busy
Finding words to describe you
Only to find that
You occupy my mind and heart.
When I listen to the water in rivers,
To the birds when they sing in the air
To the moon and sun stirring at us sometimes
I cannot help but think of you
How everything you touch turns into gold,
How even the smell of you
Influences the nature
Helping flowers to bloom.
About 8 billion smiles in the world
And yours is just that one,
That pours life in me.
Souls don’t meet by mistake
A day without you feels so incomplete,
You are my home
Where my mind feels sane enough,
With my heart beating but never breaking
Aching but never bleeding.
I thought I could resurrect the dead,
I was fooled to believing
That forever lived
While being blinded by mundane things of this universe.
You dance secretly in my heart,
Where no one else can see,
For people hate what’s beautiful.
You are a museum full of art
With your love seen through your heart,
And with my naked eyes,
I wouldn’t let pride and ignorance shut me out,
If forever does exist
Please let’s live in it together.
You really look like the rest of my life,
My heart always talks about you,
I already told the sunset about you,
That I met the other version of me
Inside you.
I AM MY OWN FAVOURED POEM
I am my own favoured poem,
I love every part of me,
The more I write these words down,
The more I create my own self.
I’m like an ink used on a poem,
I bring life even to inanimate objects.
I am my own treasured poem,
I write myself
Into every phrase,
I scribble yours truly
Into every sentence,
I jot myself
Into every verse,
I engrave yours truly
Into every stanza,
And into every word,
I utter with my heavenly lips.
With every meter and rhyme,
Assonance and alliteration,
With every simile and metaphor,
Every element of poetry,
I fall in love with me,
With only myself and I,
With every line I write,
With every poem I recite.
I am my very own special poem,
An ideal and dearest poem.