Bandile Matsenjwa

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...