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»Home Affairs«

by Emmanuel Ekale Esambe, April 10, 2009

Things are getting rowdy
And stuff is thrown about.
Cracks appear down the lane
And our home has broken down.

Lies are peddled for survival,
Thugs are compensated for forgery
Comradeship now knows no valour
Affairs in our home are down –
The glorification of falsehood.

Nhlanhla asked for an ID book
But was given a death certificate.
A 17 yrs old Bongi
Was declared married these past 8 yrs.
Our children are born to be vampires
And ours is a home of a new cult.

Home Affairs is upside-down
The head has vamoosed
And cronyism is in control.
We wait for the bond of our home
Come April 22.

Tags: Ironic Politics

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Reader comments

"Dudu, as a foreigner living in SA, you will be sure that I know some stuff happening in the HA. However, the poem should open up other areas of interpretation if possible."
Emmanuel Ekale Esambe, Feb 24, 2010
"Emmanuel, controversial stuff i have to say and the twist straight cutting information relay technique is phenominal....big ups to that bro"
Sifiso Barry Maseko, May 6, 2009
"Emmanuel, are you writing about on the state of things in the department of Home Affairs in South Africa? If so, its very catching."
Dudu Zanzi, Apr 21, 2009

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