Dabbling with Ideas

Find the right words

I want to scream

Create something worthwhile to read

Capturing the essence of our being

Digging deep

Laughing sweet

Anxiety does not good company keep

Any kind of freedom

Always the better deal

Find the right feelings

I want to whisper

Create something worthwhile to keep

Capturing the potential from which to reap

Laughing deep

Sleeping sweet

Reaching out the best company to keep

Choice

Filled with value-driven deeds

Find the right moment

I want to express

Create something worthwhile to keep

Capturing connections struggling to be complete

Sleeping deep

Wakefulness eased

Every thought in action captured

Liberty

Does not always signal a full existence replete

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2013-01-27.

We are Them - They are Us

They did not tell us

About the full scope of their poverty

We could not understand their battles

Food on the table

Fire in the belly of the black stove

A slap instead of a hug

Those were their realities

We had no concept of

They did tell us

About the full scope of their poverty

We tried to forget the impact of their battles

Food on the table

Fire in the belly of the braaivleis fire

A shout instead of a hug

Those were our realities

They had little control of

They won’t listen

To the full scope of our poverty

We try to forget the impact of our battles

Food on the table

Fire in the walls of the microwave

A hug instead of a shout

This is their reality

In freedom they have control of their destiny

We don’t understand (perhaps)

The full scope of our privilege

Calculating the cumulative impact of our collective victories

Food on the table

Fire in our hearts and restless minds

Accepting and rejecting motivational ideas

Trapped in this painful reality

We are all still on the precipice of the socially excluded humanity

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2013-01-27.

Today I realised that my mother was born in the middle of the World War II. We knew that her father was in soldier in the war and that she had hard life growing up, but we did not really understand the full scope of their hardship. In turn our children are even further removed from understanding this history. Poverty and hardship seems to be topics the poor would like to avoid. Stories about the good times and motivation to work hard and push through the tough times is how we seem to move forward.

A Quiet Celebration

You stopped

Our slave bells pealing

Education

Your gift

We accepted

Because

It is one thing that keeps on giving

You encouraged

Our soul’s voices singing

Spirituality

Your gift

We accepted

Because

It is one aspect in living that keeps on giving

You protected

Us from ourselves squealing

Irony

Your gift

We accepted

Because

Through your eyes we learned the world is sometimes unforgiving

For the late Sophia Naik (Nee Sylvia Michaels) in memory on your birthday Mommy, by Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2013-01-26.

Absent but still Present

Forever captured

Your memory

Used daily

The skills you gave us

Passed to the future

The love you shared freely

Always valued

Your fighting spirit

Treasured like gold

Our lives as your unselfish gift

For Sophia Naik (Nee Sylvia Michaels), born 26 January 1942 – died 19 June 1998. By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2013-01-26.

Free Writing

I am a great believer in the concept of free writing. This month I am posting several pieces I have written in September last year. I cam across the pieces on over the last few weeks and since I have been suffering the challenges of writers's block when even free writing did not do much to get the creativity flowing.

Thank you for following my writing and please leave some comments!

Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2013.01-21

Always Learning

Train my tongue

To taste life

Coach my feet

To walk straight

Exercise my mind

To think clearly

Leave my hair

To grow wild

Educate my hands

To work hard

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-09-20.