Christmas
by Sibusiso Lachel Gumbo, 2nd Year
It's the most wonderful time of the year.
The golden Christmas stars shine down.
With everyone giving you good vibes, celebrating the whole day, grooving the whole night with our loved ones and our hearts glowing.
Oh! How I love this season.
The joyful season of the year were they will be mistletoe-ing and tales of the glories of Christmases long, long time ago .
The presents placed perfectly.Â
Cards i give away written, May your days merry and bright.
ENCHANTING FAIRYTALE
Sibusiso Lachel Gumbo
Oh ! How I love this seasonÂ
We mask our faces and wear strange hats, moan like witches on their magic brooms and jump like goblins.
We look at ourselves in the mirror and almost manage to scare ourselves,Â
The pumpkins in the basket.
The pumpkins in the basket making weird faces and screaming in the dead night.
This time is rare of ghosts all around.
It’s your turn to surround and scare us.
'The Haunted House's Bell'
by Olive Angulu, 2nd Year
Where the charmed crows sing,
A call of legends dying,
And the doorbell rings,
A tune of Hell's souls frying.
The doors swoop in
And to a startled figure reveal
A dungeon of a mansion,
Concealing cries and shrieks and squeals.
I stumble through the door;
"Hello? Anyone home?"
"Dear, why are you here, what for?"
Says a lady at her throne.
Her face as thin as rotting bones,
Her figure as stiff as a skeletons,
Her silver hair tied into cones,
And a long gown with feet tucked in.
She rises up and bellows,
Holding a staff, a pole of bones,
"You, my child, would make a great new fellow, "
"AN ADDITION TO MY MIX OF SOULS!"
Alas, I didn't dare run home,
My fate already deemed,
For now her doorbell contained my own,
A soundtrack of my screams…
'Plastic'
'Plastic'
by Sibusiso Lachel Gumbo, 2nd Year
O! Plastic,
Where do you come from ?
You are such a life saver somehow, somewhere.
Wherever I go, you are there, wherever I stay you are here.
And you are made in different forms eg bottles, cans, plates, spoons, cups, raincoats e.t.c.
If I go shopping, instead of carrying by hand, I use you.
I can use you again and again,
But I sit down and ask myself, who made you?
But why are you dangerous in terms of being Recycled?
If I burn you I cause air pollution.
If I just dump you I will cause land pollution.
If I dump you in water I cause water pollution.
I leave you in the street dogs, cats and some household animals will eat you and be sick. Some will die.
So, what must I do if I want to recycle you?
Must I use you again and again?
Some people depend on you so if I don't recycle you I will cause poverty to families.
So, I really need your help.