The Spoken Word With Fofo

Spaced in your Space Allow me to confine my being to your very delightful self,I might come off as short with words like an elf,but if I do stutter please let this sedition of words truly explain what Fofo's about,i've had my fair share of doubts,but never in my wildest dream did i ever begin to dream such a barren dream,it gives birth to no joy,its pain lingers through self like a guillottine effect,sickle through my arteries,cut me deep im your victim... Blame me not for i haved loved the love that loves you lovingly my loveliest princess,was i wrong to have ever came to love the love that loved you with this very love that rest in my love-nest?question looms through spaces like i have been lovically abused by the thought of love that only loved itself lovingly,i was abused...Am I next???

Love From Afar Seeing you love him really destroys my very self, knowing i could love you way better than he could ever imagine,,,its like a guillottine just went through my very neck and my heart came shorter than a lost elf, I love you with every fibre that is of me, He could never amount nor surpass the feelings that i would literally pour from my heart's flow, you belong in my space,rather than that of his that confines the beauty that you so blatantly possess, He doesn't know how to love you right,the only love he has ever shown was pulps of bruises on your face, well i'd do my utmost best and love you rightly right with my might to a point where grimace is a mockery to forbidden smiles on your face, You are truly a force of gorgeousness to be reckoned with, But what do beasts know about such? They know absolutely nothing except to rejoice when your face tilt like a rose, i on the other hand i'll water your garden so that your world can bloom with nothi

A Letter To Self Dear Me I see you have worked tirelessly to see your dreams meet reach,,, But each time you put your foot in a field of harvest your reaps seems so bleak,,, Yes you possess a very rare gift,,, But what becomes of a gift if it falls on deaf ears?? You are yet to see your sparkle but like whisky you need to mature with years,,, Perhaps you have just planted seeds in an unfertile soil,,, It burns like magma that has reached its boil,,, But knowing self i wont give in,i'll keep fight to write my writes with every might in my being,,, I am art and art is me its the air i seldom find self breathin,i might meet many losses but whats a few setbacks if i have bagged so many winnings? I am force to be reckoned with and my penability oozes inks that never dry out,,, You dont know me yet but you have the culpable audacity to utter what im about? Well Fofo is an avalanche of talent,,, A song that wakens dead rhythms so that your happy feet can dance,,, This is no ma

The Skyline As i gaze at the Skyline I catch a glimpse of nature's beauty, Its brag washes upon my face like a fountain falling, Oozes ultra-violets that vanish through clouds like a healer who scolded his calling, God's natural wallpaper standing against skies walling, Such utter grace needs to be captured with mastered artistry, delight in its delicacy like a contest of food critics at a culinary, It slowly melts down as I watch away, A beautiful sight of the sun-ray, I could foverer image its gorgeousness in my memory loft,brisk with a bit of sandy shades and flickering clouds so soft, The Skyline

Rib of my Ribs 😍😍😍 Lend me your ears so I can speak of a Queen, One who quenches the thirst of dry faces with her grim, Im talking about beauty that surpasses that of a day in the brink of dawn, One that serenades melodies of a beautiful chord, Im talking sweet melanin glow of an African Princess,our very own African Cinderella,The brave Pocahantas who oozes triumph from every bit of her fibre,the sweetness that lingers through her lips that mocks the very honey in the hive, Im talking about a woman with eyes that glows way brighter than a sight of a big bang, One who sends shivers through my feet like an athlete who just ran,such beauty the world was never ever ready to comprehend

The Guillotine Effect Pants dont fit,these emotions aren't tailor made nor a cut above the rest, Been cracking my mind like a two year old trying to figure a rubics,what law is this if one cant do it on both sides.physics?perhaps mathematics? But regardless i resort to pen my thoughts and my tears bleeds through notepads, Feels like its that time of the month and the tissue wipes have become bloody like diaper pads, Im buried six feet under with thoughts flactuating through space that i cant make sense of sense, questions of self,loom through my mind asking when did Tshwarelo become such an ass?im not talking about a donkey but an ass in literal sense, I hope in time you'll find it in your heart to forgive me for them things i should've put to practice, Afterall im only human and one has never lived until they make a mistake, a lot is at stake,but let it not be the love that you have for me to part-take... Im sorry for ever being a deliquent and selfish of my sl

Momentarily Tomorrow brings no guarantees so allow me to excersize my right to affectionately be in your presence this very morrow, Please do away with getting this as falsified,yes its okay to make future plans but living in this moment makes more sense than a promised tomorrow, That is of no gurantee to mere mortals like us,i could literally wake up the next with a jinxed gps,in a different place,space and time would i ask telepathy to have to borrow?me what i once lost because i was happily preparing for tommorrow? No let me be in this moment,experience you fully so i could rid me of what could become sorrow... I love you now and thats unshakeable like a bond of raw sex,tomorrow isn't promised but if it comes i'll still be here to love you like today never left...i hope this in time will make perfect sense!!!

Let Me Write Let me write and free my spirit through these inks, Find self in this unforgiving world of sin,,, Let me write about my roots to envelope thoughts that come from within,,, Because of writes that's where i draw inspiration and a sense of living... Let me write to embrace my ancenstors,not neccessarily to appease but bring peace to dead souls with a pen at ease,,, Let me soothe your thirst because my poetry quenches even the driest of throats,,,should you find in you to tittle my write as GOAT,,,then so be it because these are the type of writes that wont succumb to ghost,, But effortlessly get you through trouble times when you need them the most,, So when you feel like your heart has froze,engulf your being in my very writes and melt like butter on toast,,, Let me write my writes on this writing,allow me to right because writing is all i have ever known since i couldn't stand right!!!

Screams I hear cries cried by a crowd that longs for clarity of what has befallen within their space, A once ran race, has now came back to haunt them on their very space, What happens when the so called law clouds us with judgement thats unfavourable to their citizens? They retaliate in order to blanket their fears and those that could fall victims, Question, questions! That needs to be answered but no soul is held accountable, But instead freed to spaces that could be hazardous to future infants, Infact! We scream and cry agony but none of our cries has been heard! What are we to become if such horrific'ness has been bestowed in us, fear has subjected us to its embrace, Brace, ourselves because whatever will come of this fate will never see a light of day but instead we will scream in grace!!

Cocoon I am succumbed in a confined space forced into isolation, Like a homosexual trapped in the closet im yet to express my sexuality to a barren nation, But i still have a long way til i can voice out my exclamation, What has befallen unto mankind that makes it seem like an apocalyptic commotion? I shall remain in my cocoon for the suggested period and wait for my freedom gestation to be effect, Infact i cant seem to shake the feeling that i would probably see the day i'd rejoice in dance, But instead what i anticipate is nothing but a cruel death, Allow me to speak because these could be the very last voice my pen can ink, It could be the very last of my freedom to sail before it sinks, It could be my last see in a gaze of stare so allow me to wink, It could be the very last piece that is clear before my lens filters tilt, As i go to cocoon mode remind me of what it was like to have lived, To have breathed, To have known what it was like before this sudden pandemic,

Euphoric (capture me in your scent) Engulf me in your fiery scent so i could abundantly burn in desire, Dress me with flowers so i could be in the embrace of your scent's attire, Connected is my soul to your arteries like appliances to socket wires, You bring life and meaning to taste, An unexplainable aura of smells like scattered fate, I would probably die in your arms at this rate, Beauty so rare even flowers have grown to hate, You are the essence of euphoria that succumbs souls searching for meaning, The A to the O,the end and the stench that had a deeper meaning from the beginning, You are clarity when the air seemed so bleak, I can't help but get devoured in your chambers like an offspring born weak, You are truly indeed one of a kind in a million kinds, The drive of your scent can awaken dead Gods make an African earthling have the desire to appease, You raise white flags for a barren field of human hazard to bring peace, Your smell is a pandemic and absolut

The Journey Moved up to a new area and mum found a job at a factory/1 day when she was coming home she stormed into jeopardy,broken leg/so she couldnt go to work anymore,i couldn't contemplate so i started bangin ma head/i knew right there that the bin would be empty,no bread/ 2002 must've been the hardest because I was starting to get introduced to a new way of living/ Had to stay high all the time to pardon the meaning of existing/ Grade 9 student fell victim to drugs,had to start stealing/ Carried on like it was normal,at least i was doing something/ Almost quitted,til i got arrested but i was pardoned because i was still a juvenile/ Mum had tears in her eyes,was like Fofo is this how you repay me for going an extra mile? I couldn't care because that cannabis was speaking a different language,so i stared at her for a while/ Went back to school and everyone looked at me like i was juvenile deliquent/but fuck them,they never knew the pain i had to