Upstart 10 Nov 09.pdf - Grocott's Mail

UPSTART 10 NOVEMBER 200913POETRY...TRUE FRIENDSFRUIT SALADKINDS OF PEOPLEI AM HIVA friend is someone who isCaring, comforting,understandingAlso encouraging whenYou like having these specialtreatsSomeone who doesn't say ordowrong things if you don'twant toWho doesn't interfere inpeople'sProblems, not a badinfluenceto others and to you tooA person who's always thereWhen you need him/ her andwhenYou have big problems he/sheIs always a shoulder to cry onevery timeA person you can rely onWho doesn't spread badrumoursAbout you, that is a friendI am looking for.By Nathi Qwibi and Yanga NohajiArchie Mbolekwa Senior PrimarySchoolTHE SWEETEST THINGThere is a sweetest thing inthe worldThat surpasses all otherthingsIt is sweeter than honeyIt is sweeter than saltIt is sweeter than sugarIt is sweeter than all thethings thatexist in this worldThis thing is sleepWhen you are conquered bysleepNothing can prevent youfrom sleepingAnd numerous millions arriveMillions arrive to disturb youMillions will find you sleeping.By Pumeza BiliniGrade 9Nombulelo High SchoolI'm supposed to be a naartjieEasy to peel out of bedInsteadMy orange blanket is heldtight around my headMy toothbrush cuts away mypithWhile promising only to cleanmeInto a tin with a thud!Good bye to my family treePrepared and ready to beadded to the fruit salad calledschool.By Nolene DixonGrade 10Victoria Girls' High SchoolAM SIBUSISOS- soft as a mother's love,with the power to soften yourheart and heal theI- interpretation of thesalvation that salutes thesolve to be sure of my AfricanB- beauty and never forgetthe root that comes from thegood cause I was born in aU-unique universe here onplanet earth and apart of theair of apartheid and I wasraisedS-strong and become longbut I was not tired about myshortness but I am wrappedby happinessI-inside me, besides thefact that I am fat, I am a fastlearner and I refuse to beborn of liesS-say it with a smileI am Sibusiso Klaas,umamTshonyaneO-ooDizika, ooSawa,ooMthuzimele.By Sibusiso KlaasGrade 9Nombulelo High SchoolThere are thosewho are kind,friendly, funny andhappy with othersThere are thosewho are happyin the streetsand sad behindtheir closed doors andbig wallsSome are fightingwith their neighboursover a little thingwhile others laughat those whosuffer from povertySome are tookind and theywould do anythingfor friendsthat leads theminto very big problems.By Phila SkweyiyaGrade 10TEM Mrwetyana High SchoolSEA, SEA, SEASea, sea, the largest river inthe worldThe most beautiful place inthe worldWhen the people talk theysay life is a beachThe quiet place has dignityand respectWhere waves come indifferent shapes andThere is a scent that is softlike the desertWhere people sit and enjoythe thick waterThat smells so fresh and freeThe blue waves look so shinylike a starWe are talking about the sea,sea, sea.Written via Mxit by OyintandaMtyobo Grade 8 Ntaba MariaPrimary Schooland Mziyanda Yawa Grade 10Nathaniel Nyaluza High SchoolIn the human body I have aplace to stayI sometimes stay in a hotelcalled digestive juicesOr in a motel called blood orin a brothel called femeBut mostly, I am found in arestaurant called spermYes, that's me! HIV son of AIDSI was born in one humanbody during unsafe sexBut I multiplied like a bullI attack hundreds of peopleeveryday around the worldYou may ask the blacks,whites, coloured, rich poor,male, femaleThey all know me very well asmy younger brother called STIListen I will take you one byone, especially those whohate my uncle CondomI will take you to decorate mygrave, you will die youngAfrica knows me, the wholeworld knows meI am HIV, son of AIDSI frequent shebeens and barlounges and I respect no ageI hid between those sexy legsand big thighsSome call me the VIGS, Z3,Lotto, AAAll those silly names but Idon't care because I remainHIV, son of AIDS and I havegot no friendsI kill doctors, lawyers, nurses,teachers, councellors,professorsI have got no shameI will drink your blood, suckyour juices, drain your fatuntil you become a livingskeletonTherefore I will kick you downto my graveYou boys and men betterfasten your trouser beltsYou girls and women don'tloosen your panties, because Iam watching youBut there is only one wayyou can beat me, is to beaccompaniedby my uncle Condom whom Ihate very much because he isthe only one who can defeatmeMothers hear me, fathershear me, sisters, hear me,brothers hear me,I am telling you for the lasttimeI am HIV, son of AIDS and Ihave got no friendsAfter reading this speech,you must know thatI'm sitting next to youAnd just one blunder I willsoon consume you as myslaveWho knows, I may already bein your blood system fightingwithyour soldiers, faking yourRNA and DNASo what I'm saying is go nowand take a blood testBut if you are always inthe company of my uncleCondomyou don't need to worry, butyou must know thatI will remain HIV, son of AIDS.By Thembakazi DamanaGrade 10Ntsika High School