Bandile Matsenjwa

You stay attached to the wrong people when you wait for them to change.  They won’t change for you, they can only change for themselves, but waiting for someone to change in order to become the person you think they are or the person you think they could be is only a waste of time. You stay attached to the wrong person when you think there is no one out there better for you.   When you don’t believe that you will be able to find someone you can love just as much who will be able to  give you what you need without breaking your heart. You stay attached to the wrong person when you limit yourself to one place.   The world is huge, but often, we limit ourselves to the city we live in or our circle of friends and that’s how we end up exaggerating our feelings towards someone because they’re the best we could find in this city or this group, but there are a lot of people elsewhere who would be so much better for you. So don’t set...

This was written to be as specific as it is vague, as alone as it is public. Cracking up about it sums it up for me. Is it mirth? Am I simply manic? Writing this I hope to straighten my thoughts, to be objective, to reason out the otherwise chaos of conflicting emotions that threatens to break apart my psyche. The niceties can't help. In the lull of activities, in the dark of the night, the conflicts within resurface. I confess to losing sleep over them, for I can no longer claim sanctuary of my mind. So I write. I am writing this at a time when the disequilibrium between us feels even greater than before. I admit this gave me no small amount of distress. At the same time, I wonder if it is even my place to be upset by this. A while ago, I opened up to you,  I was pleased with it then for it captured subtly my hopes and my fears. Since then however, the subtleties returned to haunt me. In a bid to remain subtle, I carefully skirted the main issue which if I were to be...

I saw a rose I was completely smitten by an external hunch when she rose She was ballooned with beauty and elegance, I was afraid I might be a thorn Pop it off But I could be a thorn Her a rose Among thorns I could protect her Prick those who try to take a petal off her It's a pity you never gave me the opportunity to prove my worth to you Do you have any idea how much this hurts me? Of course, you don't, how can you? I felt like a Casper, feelings for you filled up my dome Now I watched them go down bridges I'm a thorn, pricked myself and now I'm in stitches You're laughing, you dunno what a stitch is? You see, I was ready to swim deep for you You felt like this was skin deep for you No coffin, but I'd die for you No coughing, but I'd lie for you They always told me that women Woe men That wasn't the same with you; You were like a liquorice,amazing on all sorts For you, I'd go on all fours I guess I deserved this Mental pi...

I'm Yours, Just Ask Me If you want me to take out the trash with a smile on my face and a tender kiss on the luscious lips of your incomparably lovely face, just ask me. If you want me to take you to the movies, cradling your gentle hand tightly in mine, holding our breath to better preserve this perfect moment, there, together, nobody but us, in the dark, just ask me. If you want me to lull you to sleep, your head on my chest and your legs intertwined with mine, my fingers making tiny little circles at the small of your back till your eyes slowly close and your breathing grows deep and even, just ask me. And, if you want me to squeeze your breasts hard, kissing my way down your immaculate body, caressing the deep, oceanic smooth of your skin, till my tongue discovers the enigmatic folds of your secret, revering them gently, then with ever more force, till I hold your hips fast, as the wave of your pleasure recedes from your shore, just ask me Ju...

FOR HIS entire life, Bandile Matsenjwa has straddled two worlds: the socially challenged and academia. Born in Siteki, western part of Swaziland. Real name Bandile Mziwanele Matsenjwa,  has successfully battled preconceived notions about black men birthed from its high concrete walls to gain good academic marks, a subsequent place at Olympia Publishers and positioned himself as one of Swaziland ’s leading young wordsmiths. “It’s a bit of a myth when you’re told that kids from rural backgrounds aren’t interested in school,” he says. “What is quite interesting about our area is that despite the low success rate among a lot of young men, we all want it. We’re all from a background that encourages it, I was just lucky enough for everything to work out for me.” The Author's parents who had witnessed many of Bandile's peers turn to a lif...

Right now things are going well for me It's clear that if I keep following my dreams I'm gonna live wealthily So if I care about business class flights Why not care about those who are in a fight Against hunger and social issues See, when I look at these kids in worn out disagrees, pain visits every tissue Tell Journalists that, they foresee a big and selling issue Turning a blind eye to the fact that the same kids who feed on whatever is at hand Are meant to be our young kings in the end So we introduce them to sex and violence Telling them these things are labelled as trends Play Juicy J's in belief that his Bandz will make em dance They do what they found us doing And  introduce nicotine and weed to their lungs And smoke, forgetting that the same lungs have fungus It's paining man, We live in a free world but we've learnt to imprison ourselves Putting our humanity and brain in shelves Forcing ourselves into the society's shells That sells ...

After serial requests for an Excerpt taken from my upcoming Erotica , Romance book I decided to share something . After reading it do look into my books on Amazon , Goodreads , like my page . Enjoy !! "We arrived and the house was dark, and she held my hand as I deftly guided her through the chaos. The light burnt slightly as the darkness gave way revealing the bedroom and most importantly the bed. I reached out, my palms flat on the wall to each side of her, trapping her. I looked deeply, passionately into her eyes. The lust, the passion, easily seen in mine as I kiss her. We kissed so passionately as my tongue parted her lips exploring her mouth and tongue. Tasting her and I could tell she  wanted more, so much more. My hands slid down her back coming to rest on her firm buttocks, lifting her. Instinctively her legs wrapped around me. She gasped as she felt my warm breath on her neck for the while our lips weren't together. I carried her w...

Everyone tries to tell me all about how great the hookup life is. They tell me about how awesome it is to just visit someone’s bed, have sex, and leave before you have to remember their name or the sound of their voice. They tell me it is all the rage, and that everyone is doing it. But I dunno, I don’t quite buy it. That’s not to say that I judge other people for their choices, or what makes them happy. But I just don’t think hookups are my cup of tea anymore — if they ever were. I want someone to not just sleep with, but to spend the night with, and wake up with. I want someone who will eat breakfast with me, before rushing off to school or work. I want someone who will be waiting at home for me, or waiting for my text, to talk about our day. Am I the only guy who is looking for this? I don’t think there is anything specifically “masculine” or “manly” about wanting to attract the maximum amount of sex for...

If I die tonight,consider these my last words There will be days when you'll feel like a spoon of sugar inside an ocean That day, You'll try to pour yourself but nobody will let you dissolve your sorrow on them I tell you, That day you will call on God but he'll be banging the sound of your joy that's yet to come on headsets Because He is tomorrow Never treat people like they're 10% human Like they've been restored from the recycle bin Never let pride burn words like 'I know me' or 'whatever' on your backbone Because your life wasn't written by you You're just the main character in this book that you don't even know how many pages it contains For God's sake, a lot of books in the heaven library weren't finished because most let 'attitude' move into their personality room Brother, don't forget where you come from Stop treating woman like the songs on your playlist They're not music.... Sister I...

In a way the small disappointments and letdowns are worse than real breakups. At first you are good at containing the hope. You meet him, maybe hook up once or twice and it is still possible to view it as a one-time thing. Then he keeps contacting you and you let the smallest idea plant in your head, that maybe this guy actually does like you. You try to squash it, to tell yourself to stop, but it’s impossible at this point. It grows and expands until it occupies every corner of your mind. Every thing he says, every invitation over is a declaration of their desire for you. Then, without warning and usually when things were getting good, he slows down. You can feel it happening but you make excuses for him like a stupid girl. “He’s busy.” “He’s stressed about exams.” He acts dismissive when he sees you out downtown. “He was tired.” You now have to be the one to text first. You know you should just stop but the hop...

For those who ask me why I can't get over you I live everyday like I'm not gon' see tomorrow I still have gallons of memories that dissolve the sorrow See I'm not gonna pretend like she never existed in my life She made me fathom an illuminated future and I could boldly call her my wife But everything happens for a reason But every season, I question myself if she ever existed at all.. The other day we sat in my room and she told me she needs space I started clearing the room, I even accidentally removed my hope for tomorrow The thin line is that, I can't get over someone who has something that belongs to me That girl took sixty percent of my happiness I always loved space. Planets, stars, the knowledge that there’s so much unexplored. She was space. Her eyes were filled with stars, her back covered in constellations. This girl, Her hands could paint galaxies and her soul was a universe. All i ever wanted was to explore her universe and I swear to...

He’s not a bad guy . In fact, it was his endearing kindness that drew you to him in the first place. In the expansive sea of men who seem to have no desire to learn anything about you that doesn’t directly increase their likelihood of getting laid, he took a genuine interest in the things you care about. He asked you prying questions, gave you sultry sideways glances, and before you knew it, you were hooked. You found yourself contemplating the possibility that there is someone out there capable of understanding you completely. All the cheesiest love songs had at least a grain of truth to them, and you felt yourself falling… until he told you. And suddenly, the perfect image was shattered and it seemed unlikely that it would ever be repaired . He’s not a bad guy, but maybe he is . This is when he tells you he has a girlfriend. You start to look back on your interactions and realize that in all of this time when you felt like you were devel...

Let me just say it outright – the more a couple posts online about their relationship, the higher the chance that relationship will eventually fail. My theory is not going to be true in all cases. 7 billion people in the world and there is bound to be some head-over-heels lovers who enjoy detailing their adventures on social media. However on average, or at least with the friends I have on my Facebook, couples who have a tendency to spam us with their selfies, sweet dates, and declarations of passion are actually hinting at their insecurity over their relationship. No, this is not Donald Trump yelling, ”Social media is bad! The Chinese invented the internet to destroy America!” In fact, I am a selfie advocate. Your eyebrow game on- point? Immortalize it in a selfie. Your man treated you to a cozy dinner for two? Show your appreciation online! Got engaged? Share your happiness with a proposal video. But there comes a point where we gotta say stop....

Ever asked yourself why the sky is blue? I guess the problem is you.... You see; There are questions that may never be answered in life Like why can't gravity drop the jaw of the guy whom you've lettered poems for; The one who walks in the room and his footsteps sound like the song Adele is cooking in studio.. All you wish to hear is a simple yet important 'Hello' A single word that can make you chase pavements I..I've been seeing boys  go from taking strolls around campus To dropping jaws whenever this girl passes by, This girl, She has a smile that Naomi Campbell tried and ended up looking for a smile therapist I bet the ground dances to the harmonies from her footsteps She is just a girl who wants to make her parents proud A seed that yearns to burst so people can see that beauty is nothing without brains She hopes to change her world first before she does her neighbour's But she- She forgets one thing; Life is about priorities You can...

She’s m issing something, and needs you to fill the hole. Literally. Come inside her and stem the flow, patch up the wound with your own body because she cannot do it alone. When he left he took something from her, but she doesn’t know – can’t figure out – what, exactly, it is. So she’ll try anything. She’ll do anything to see what works. She just needs to not feel quite so much. She’s a slut because it helps. It’s less about the act of fucking you, and more about what it does to her ego to get there. That she can control you. She had no control over him – the way he cried when he said goodbye but said goodbye all the same. She had no control when she got the call about his new girlfriend, second-hand information that made her wonder how long, exactly, it had really been going on. She needed him to be a faithful man so that she could believe faithful men exist, and now they don’t, anyone is up for gr...

Welcome , You weren't directed to the wrong blog, now that you're here, do read the following thought provoking, heart piercing and none sugar coated thoughts by Swaziland's Songbird , Nomalungelo Dladla Here it is , keep in mind , ITS HER THOUGHTS AND VIEWS , Enjoy !! I need to figure this out. How does a full band performance happen for 5grand. SIBEBE FRIDAY NIGHT LIVE PLEASE DO ASSIST. Now I might not be the best to calculate this and my prices here are in reference to what should BE standard for a FULL BAND IN SWAZILAND . 5 piece Band charges -E2000 per person 3 Backing vocalists E1500 per person 1 sound engineer -E2200 Transport and reversals 1000 (that's if you have a band mobile) Now that's just the band. Nooooo wait hold up!!! Listen I know you are probably telling me $#!* right now cause you think this is too much. Tshepo Tsotetsi (SA music student and music composer & conductor and great friend of mine thats a great musician) how much ...

If you Google me, you will find page after page of what the Internet has declared as my “footprint.” Some of it I built myself; putting each metaphorical brick together until it created something that was entirely my own. Some of it is simply the shadow a person who no longer exists. Some of it is made up of words that were said about me when I wasn’t around to defend myself. But, in a way, all of it is me. If you Google me you will find hundreds of thousands of words that I have written. You will find stories that I sat down to pen without ever knowing that it would be accessible with simply the click of a trackpad, the tap of a thumb on a smartphone. You will read the jokes that I chuckled out loud after forming, and hear all of the ways I have attempted to immortalize heartbreak. You will find the struggle of building a brand that is solely centered around my voice, even if you have no point of reference for what that voice audibly sounds like. But you ...

It honours me to see poetry grow from being educational to being a way of crying out of releasing the anger and pain. I now understand why they say females are emotional, my early readers are quite awesome,do read. Aye! Love..... One day you think you sailing in the sea of perfect love, The next you feel you drowning in the depth of dead love. Like a sailor, Navigating conservatively, We sail, each moment to trust love one more time, dismissing each deplorable and lamentable souvenir  of the Titanic. We trust love over and over again, It's inevitable. We break down into fine Pieces but we still find peace to love by leaps and bounds because, love covers all multitudes of defects. Love is with no blemish, no wrinkle and no spot. It looks beyond the flaws to see perfect from fallible imperfections. Love is virtuous, pure and absolute. Aye! Love..... You meet her, you like her, You get along and suddenly love prevails, Like die hards, you predominate your domain; your...

I honestly don't know if this is an open letter to the lady's ex or its her way of finding some closure but trust me , when I read it I felt my heart pulse faster than usual .. I'm not sharing it for the sake of her exposure but for you guys to see that poetry isn't about metaphors and similes but its about pouring your heart out , crying on the page . PLEASE READ IT AND DO SHARE !! I haven't had the chance... To sit down... And write it all out.... To write every piece and bit of your memory Out of my life... Out of my head... No! Out of my system.... All the anguish, The pain, The hurt you had me going through... I have had it bottled up inside me for far too long... Well...Today I give myself a chance to pour it out in words down on this paper... Sadly... I never got the chance to say it all on your face.... Today! I'm letting it all out.... You wanna know about pain? Pain was when you...

I'm a born leader with the skills of a poet,so whatever I've written I hope it be seen as offensive because that's not part of my intentions. Today I was at the Studio, I saw artists spending their own cash, giving it all,their energy, oomph recording a song,with hope that people will love it,with hope that they'll get paid, they'll get booked and be able to put food on the table. To be honest, it hurts,seeing people listening to music that ain't ours...we want kids to look up to their daddies and mommies,kids to have a wish and believe that dreams do come true. I'm just sick and tired of people mocking our music artists,that they're gonna die broke and all. However,this letter is all about opening your eyes through telling you the facts,I dunno you but I have heard of you, the "Artists Dream Come True" There are however points you're missing,  these artists are hungry for shows, breakthroughs and to be listened too...I'm not an ar...

An angel among demons you are Not so long ago,I was introduced to you Coincidentally, I assure you,I thought of it as accidentally Poetically Let me friend of I; Tell you how I feel blessed I; Am the type of guy who writes from the heart I guess that's why they think of my work as fetish Too deep for the selfish Buddy,I have to move with the flow like a dead fish. What more would I want though Than to see you and my boo on the front row As I take a bow once more And hear the crowd chanting for more My friend,learn from the queen Learn from your mommy, You gotta work for your dreams Life is hard,but hard as it seems Trust in God,He'll workout everything This is for you Vumile You're another black woman in the making Learn from your miss takes & don't be afraid to make them And always study and do your home works Just remember your own goals and live your own dreams too Learn all the lessons that life's gonna teach you Remember to treasu...

I hate my heart. When you bumped into me, my heart took control of my entire body. My heart wanted to make my legs move forward. Taking confidence in stride, fearless of the consequences that may come with removing the the gap between us. To break the walls of our personal space with the burning desire to get closer. My heart wanted to make my arms reach out for you. Not a mere skin-ship of our hands to signify our greetings but an everlasting embrace unbroken by time, held by the trust we would share with one another. My heart wanted to make my lips speak of how the brightness of y...y...y..your smile puts the stars to shame and my ears to hear silence, only to be broken by the melody of your voice and the symphony of your laughter. Your smile is the reason in this poem I began to s .. st ..stutter My heart wanted to make my brain create mental images of our lifetime, dreaming of the endless possibilities of when we’re together. That's IF we'll ever b...

What if we taught our children to think? What if we taught our children to be open-minded? We should teach our children how to never be one- sided. Open to any idea and any kind of love that in the mind can be grounded. Hate and black and white shouldn't be pounded Into our childrens ' minds. Endless mounts of colors and free flowing thoughts should over ride Their fragile, spongey -like minds. Teach our children how to be different. Teach our children to stand out from the crowd. So when they all stand together, no one will be like the other. New solutions to problems conceived and debunked thanks to standing amongst each other. Thanks to standing out and never roaming about This earth with a common thought that creates ignorance. Teach our children to imagine. Teach them to fathom. Thinking and question every single action. To determine the cause and effect And how it affects and messes with our lessons in our heads. Teach our children to think endle...

I feel like my hands are the most tortured part of my body Because, They ache to write a poem of gratuity unto you; See, The love within is as deep as the deepest sea I know you dunno me; I know you don't own me But, You play a huge undivided role in my life, Your views They heal my internal bruises No matter how lame a poem I write may be, You take your own time to read At first it seemed tedious And odd too Because I never thought my words could caress and pierce into your heart I pray that God keeps your heart intact in case u seem to fall apart May your dreams come true Keep the wisdom,it will guide you The love,it will heal you But most follow your dreams and don't be misled by desires. Don't let words fool You Just because people boon Your beauty It doesn't mean they wanna love you, Maybe they do But not everybody wants to be your boo. So here's the truth Be yourself Show love And most of all please keep reading my work And I ho...

So this one is dedicated to my Literature teacher , a mentor to me , a mother .. She plays a huge role in my life , and she too helped turn m y life around This one is for you !! Thank you, my teacher, for being there At times when skies were gray Thank you, for lending an ear When I had things to say You made me see the real me, You inspired me to be one of the greatest I promise I will forever make you proud You showered love on me lavishly When no one seemed to care You brought me joys untold To fill my heart with moments of gold I would have felt isolated and lonely If you had not been there I lack the words to let you know How much you mean to me, You became a mother Made me see that dreams do come true That's I always wanted to make you smile through my good grades Your words echoe every time the race gets tough and when there's heat,they give me a shade. But I will profusely thank God for you Until the Eternity. May yo...

I have a lot of time on my hands, which means I have a lot of time for thinking and a lot of time for doing. Lately I’ve found myself using this time to Think a lot more than do, and I’m pretty sure it’s having a negative impact on my well being – mostly because it fosters over thinking, which makes it difficult for me to make decisions. So basically I’ll think about doing something, but I’ll never actually do it because I’m too busy letting the thoughts circle around my mind. It’s not exactly productive and causes me to stress out, lose motivation, worry, become depressed, and ends up completely wasting my time in the process. This past Wednesday for example, I found myself feeling very dissatisfied while sitting around with my girl. You’d think I would just do something to reverse this feeling (sounds easy enough!) but for some reason I couldn’t snap out of it. My motivation was sapped, and I felt stuck....

She was like a rose; Delicate yet enchanting. A luscious, silky blanket of colour, had tinged auburn hair and eyes almost gold with glistening flickers of green. She was young and sweet, so heavenly suffocating you'd find yourself in a dream. The most beautiful rose you'd ever seen. But all roses have thorns. Miniscule daggers at the heart; the kind that shatters it so much that in the end, there is nothing else to break. And she was broken. She was like a story; Foreshadowing exhilarating adventures, selling secrets and telling lies. She was a mystery to most, but held the most exciting smile. A winner, of course. Following a plot so exuberant, it was a fantasy. Places unheard of, people unseen. But all stories have a hidden truth. The truth no one wants to tell; no one wants to cut the yarn, else they ruin the tale. The dark concealing of a world so unknown, it was the equivalent to imaginary thoughts. And she was the imagination in their heads. She wa...