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Victory is conquering your fears.

Updated on March 23, 2016

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Victory is conquering your fears..


Victory is conquering your fears.



Victory is conquering your fears.


Have you ever realized when thigs are not going your way.

Everything you do in the light turns into darkness.

Relations on the string of a violin, oh sweet mahogany.



Victory is conquering your fears.

When all is not going or your way, knees get down on your knees and pray.

Heavenly father can you hear us say.

Have mercy on our souls while we still young, and we still got faith.


What is more painful than a dream that shatters right before your very eyes.

As you watch in dismay and despair as your world crumbles.

You are shaken you do not have courage to pick up your bible, and find the scriptures and worlds that will heal your pain.

You not half the man you used to be.

What will I tell my children, why we have to sell our home.

Why they have to leave their private education to go to a school they can afford.

The reason why mummy and daddy are always fighting.



Mummy is gone.

Daddy died of complications to the liver, he drank himself to death, he could not take the pain.

I was only 19, I could not further my studies at university to become a teacher.

I dropped out and got a job, so I could help fend fot my little sister and brother, 8 years and 11 years.

Lord may I please wake up from this nightmare, I can not remember the last time I had a sweet dream.

Actually i do, it is just to painful to recall, the last time the whole family had dinner tighter 8 months ago, it feels like a life time.



God where are you.

If earth which is paradise for humanity, how cold can the after life be.

There is no way out of this misery.

Hard work gets you minimum wages, when will we ever rest in our own home.



Every night I pray, yet when was the last time God answered?

Does he even care?

Does he even exist?

I can not give up my siblings, need me I am their only hope, they are so young.

Life is not fair.


Till I saw a homeless man with both his legs missing.

I couldn’t help it I broke down and cried.



Gods Poet Nkosi

Nkosinathi Ncala


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