Clarity The African poet

21/04/2026

I don’t Regret, I created it
(Bleeding Father)

I stand at this gate every day.
Same spot. Same shame.
I watch my son. My only son.
Drop his bag and fly when the bell rings.
“Daddy! Daddy!”
He screams it into arms that aren’t mine.
Arms that should have been mine.

I destroyed my little family.
Me.
With my own hands.
With my own mouth.

I rejected him before he breathed.
Never bought one nappy.
Never asked if he was okay.
Never said “I love you” to him.
Not once.
I told his mother I loved her
only so she’d stop crying.
So she would stay while I insulted her,
compared her to girls I was chasing,
left her hungry with cravings
and never sent R2.

She carried my son alone.
Bled for me.
Held on to my ghost
until it almost killed her.
But she pulled through.
She found a man who heals.
A man who corrects her soft.
A man who never calls her names.
A man who shows up.

Now I watch that man every morning.
I watch him fix my son’s collar.
Kiss his forehead.
Say “Make me proud today.”
I watch him again at 2pm.
Arms open.
And my son runs to him.
Like I was never here.

My heart splits open every time.
Because it was supposed to be me.
I was supposed to fetch him.
I was supposed to be the daddy
in “Daddy, look!”
I was supposed to be the family in that picture.

But I was busy.
Busy running streets.
Busy running girls.
Busy running my mouth.
I had no time for her.
No time for him.
Now I have all the time in the world
to stand here and bleed.

So No. I don’t get to regret.
I don’t get to cry victim.
I wanted this.
I built this empty.
I created it.

T.C Manganyi

18/03/2023

Where did we went wrong

Your operation to kill is no
longer clandestinely, but a
legal activity to oppress
our rights and freedom.

Be honest for once, only
for once, don't you have any
conscience when looking at
my sorrow eyes?
Is my scream for help a comic
scene in a gory play?
Is my gender forbidden?
Is my womanity a crime?
Always filled with a sense of
foreboding.

You were supposed to be our
Shield to protect our lives
from valtures, but you shirked
your duty and conspire to
confiscate our souls from
our body.

You inflicts misery upon our
Children's lives.
Why do you look at them after
consealing their matriarch to
the ground.
It's an outrage that our kids
are left exposed to the sun with
no shadow to hide in.

You sees us begging for life,
but your tenacious teels you not to.
We endeavour to defend ourselves,
but our power is escruciatingly inhibited.
We are voiceless, then die a
very painful death.
Where did we went wrong

02/12/2022

Orphan's Tears

"You resemble your mom"
My heart bleed in moans,
Tears of offence attack my
eyes with no words to murmur.

I bury myself in to the mirror,
figuring out how she exactly looked like.
but the woman I see becomes blur
when reflecting to my wet eyes.
A brute and impotent person I have
became through the quest of happiness.

Then the story was told:
"Your father was a dead beat
who never acknowledge your birth
Your mother haemorrhaged to death
after delivery", an epileptic fit my brains,
always firmly ensconced in my mom's
epitaph stone trying to recall what
she said to me before delivery.

People's grueling drama always pops
in my head, "You resemble your mom "
My mouth shut, my face go all grimace,
then my mind gurgle to the
imagination world
*"Does I resemble her ?,
Yes I do!!" then the corner of
My mouth steal a little smile

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12/12/2021

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17/05/2021

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19/12/2020

Matric class of 2020

What a year!
No one can define this year
The year that defile all the plans
Our matric was an anectode
Yet the annexation of the virus was stronger
Some of "ours" lost
their lives

Almost two months being
locked in our homes
We were fraught of our academic year
because of this epidemic,
the elusive pandemic
The covid caught us unarmed

But yet we blitchely ignore
the danger and tend to go back
to school
We enlisted the help from our
teachers
though it was elusive

We were in cohesion
to conquer the virus
Our mouths and noses
became a private parts in public.
Sanitizer was a daily food of
protection

We wrote the exams
with faces covered by masks
Some papers leaked
but we didn't let our emotions
to be braeaked off
With one voice " ..we will succeed"*

Thee year will always be
evocative
and the strongest matriculants
some could ask for.
We are fearless, unaproachable, untouchable.
We are epitomizers to
the next matrics generation

No matric class will ever replace
the matric class of 2020



Written by
Clarity Poetess Manganyi