Topic: Tribute to Nelson Mandela

Note: You know exactly what to do, so no need for instruction

Criteria

Creativity-- 2 points

Flow- - 1 point

Imagery- - 2 points

Rhyme Scheme-- 2 points

Consistency/Topic-- 4 points

Lit Elements/Metaphors-- 2 points

Vocabulary-- 2 points

Emotion

Rules (must be strictly adhered to)

- 8bars/16Lines...

- Deadline is Saturday, Dec 6th, 9pm

- Verses should be posted by both contestants on
or not later than deadline date.

- No biting, swaying, stretching, feeding or
recycling.

- No complaining about votes.

- No dissing of opponent

- No unnecessary comments

- Good luck!

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am not sure ksslib has seen this either... am really really busy , I cant finish scripting today. Please let's make it tomorrow

Darkrebel:
am not sure ksslib has seen this either... am really really busy , I cant finish scripting today. Please let's make it tomorrow

Saw it not to long ago, plus I have a tight schedule too with minimum time to script.

By what time tomorrow? But First, the judges have to agree if it wont affect the tourney. If it will, then we post today but at an extended time. How you see am?

You can post tomorrow if u like, but that won't change the date of ur final battles in the group stage

Ksslib:

Saw it not to long ago, plus I have a tight schedule too with minimum time to script.

By what time tomorrow? But First, the judges have to agree if it wont affect the tourney. If it will, then we post today but at an extended time. How you see am?

tomorrow by 9pm is okay

Darkrebel:


tomorrow by 9pm is okay

Yea it is..

Krone, ok I hear.

Sorry , but I ll like to be pulled outta the tourney. Things just keep coming out of nowhere, and they keep stopping me from penning properly. And I cant keep rushing, posting below standard shiiit. Its beyond my control.

Goodluck to the contestants.

When we were weighed down with depression/
And lost kin and kith....that frowned at oppression/
When in fury we queried...none was answering our questions/
When we scanned through the maps...and found no directions/
When black Christians were flogged/....and black Atheists were scourged/
When they pronounced us Cannibals...Rapists and Thugs/
And when our pigments were marred...by Racism's Claws/
When we waited till they ate...fore' we scrambled for Bread/ and hassled for eggs/
When our women were lean/..and our children were thin/...all asking for death/
So when Athol Fugard said-.....Sizwe Bansi is dead/
It came as relief...In the kingdom we lived/
Where interactions were in whispers....no freedom of speech/
And where we were treated...like Rogues and vagabonds/
And blistered with thorns...of rose and Barbados/
We were like fragile brown mice....they were komodo dragons/
We sang songs while we laboured/ and longed for a saviour/
And we perspired on fields....beads of sweats on our nape/
We daydreamed Harry Houdini....would help us escape/
From the shackles and chains/ and soothe our tongues...with bacchus and grapes/
Even God couldn't have Prevented it/
if we had a chance to devour...those perverted beasts/
that violated our young...made our elderly weep/
We craved for Revolution...and a perfectionist to lead/
And We needed massages...not Colonialists whips/
We had the zest for life....though stranded and penniless/ hunted and defenceless/
Then Mandela propelled...the ideal grand instrument/
And we found him prudent/...and he then instigated...the Nationalist movement/
He exposed their facade....and the government's asss/
And was hailed in Pretoria...by Madams and Sirs/
And by blacks in the country....the servants and serfs/
But he was hated also...and was convicted eventually/ by a bought judiciary/ simply for his effrontery/ and he endured 27....in different penitentiaries/
He was 'King Midas' of his time...cos he fought with his soul/ till Apartheid was conquered..forgotten and disposed/
'And anything he touched....had turned into gold'/
He unified the separated....the light and the dark/ the wealthy and poor...the whites and the Blacks/
And the name Mandela...must be African for Jesus/
And the philosophies he taught...must have come from Confucius/
he had an amazing vision/ and was political Ivan Pavlor.... cos he was Changing Conditions/
He got our torn hearts mended/ and the pretty white girls...and our sons befriended/
They now call us 'Niggas'...and we won't get offended/
We were no more viewed ..as slaves and dogs/
and interracial traders hugged/
And our ties bloomed like Lotus...on a slender stalk/
And finally...that civilised state was attained/
Almost free from corruption....vices and pain/
And Our Artists should have him...immortalised in a frame/
Then hang it high....in the Madame Toussaud/
to viewed by all...every lass and lad/
And He ll' be remembered each year/
with saxophonists tunes...that ll' rent the air/
and its smiles on our cheeks..when we call his name/
We should have his graffitti..on the wall of fame/
And Forever we ll' adore and respect you/
We should have had his last breath...stored in a test tube/

Closed!


Darkrebel wins via no show

Hehehe.. King midas was a greedy king.... Madiba wasnt.

everything midas touched turned gold too...