Bandile Matsenjwa

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 ...