03/11/2025
“Oh My Dear Manenberg”
Monday memories…
echo through these streets like ghosts we can’t forget.
A reflection of a community —
once loud with laughter,
now held hostage by the sound of gunshots.
We used to gather here,
sharing bread, stories, dreams.
Now, we gather in whispers —
asking, “Who’s next?”
as children play beneath the threat of bullets
that don’t know names,
that don’t care who they claim.
Is this the heritage we wanna build on?
A legacy of fear,
of duck-and-cover dreams,
of mothers holding their breath until their babies come home?
Oh, my dear Manenberg…
How long will we live like prisoners in the place we call home?
How long before we say — enough!
Before we stand tall,
face up,
and change the game?
We deserve more than this.
More than sirens as lullabies
and blood on our pavements.
We deserve peace —
real peace.
Love — not loss.
Community — in unity.
Oh my dear Manenberg,
may we rise again,
may we rebuild again,
and may we remember —
we are stronger
than the fear that holds us.
Cause sometimes I get a new feeling ✨📝💭
