Awakening to Love: Dedicated to Ntate Paulosi Masibunyane Matseletsele

By Mats’eliso T. Matseletsele

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self-esteem, to bring it to a balance.
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• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Feb 24, 2004
• ISBN: 9781414047355

Mats’eliso T. Matseletsele

Mats’eliso Matseletsele was born and raised in Lesotho, Southern Africa. Poetry skills are part of her upbringing. Many in the Mountain Kingdom are gifted with the unique skill of making up a song in an instant. It is a way to rise to the occasion of life, given by passed legends of faith and founders of the small African nation.  Many Basotho Poets cite poetry in their native tongue to praise their ancestry. According to the author she recognized her poetic skills as she repeatedly bragged about her ancestry. It was always commented, “You should write and publish.” The comment meant nothing until a fateful near death encounter. Not hers; someone else’s. This is her first book. There’ll be more in the future. The goal is to build an up-to-date hospital in Lesotho by the year 2020. Mats’eliso’s Poetic accomplishments include: Four times nominated for International Poet of the year, Three times, Winner of Editor’s Choice Awards with the International Library of poetry, two times International Poet of merit award winner in 2002, and featured in several “Letters From the Soul” series anthologies by the International Library of poetry. The Noble House Publishing in U.K, also features her in their anthology, “Theatre of the mind.”

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© 2004 by Mats’eliso T. Matseletsele. All rights reserved.

No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without written permission from the author.

ISBN: 1-4140-4735-5 (e-book)

ISBN: 1-4140-4734-7 (Paperback)

ISBN13: 978-1-4140-4735-5 (ebook)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2004090889

1stBooks-rev. 02/17/04

CONTENTS

PREFACE

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

IF THE WORLD HAS AN ENDING

APOLOGY’N INVITATION

HE WILL NEVER DEPART

DROWNING IN GRIEF; NOV., 1985

WHEN YOUR WORLD COMES TO AN END

IF YOU HAVE TO

HEAVEN’S BLEST

HOLD UP, HOLD UP

RETURN TO ME

GOOD-BYE HEARTBREAK.

SIR, WHY DO YOU DISTURB MY DREAM?

OBSESSION CALL.

SURVIVAL

A NOTE OF THANKS

MATERNAL FRUSTRATION

GLASS CUT

ROMANCE TO DIE FOR

BE NOT DECEIVED

OUR FAMILY HAS A TRADITION

SMILE, I’M SMILING AT YOU.

IN DEFENSE OF MY WHITE FRIENDS

TOUCH ME LIFE; I AM NEVER TO DIE.

POETRY WEAVE

A PEN FOR MY SOUL

AWAKENING TO LOVE

A LETTER TO THE KING

JULY 4th, 2002

AT LEAST I REMEMBERED YOUR NAME

PEASANTS: BRING IN THE CLOWN.

TELL THE PAST I’M NOT SORRY

GIVE MY REGARDS TO HOLLYWOOD

MY FRIENDS ARE OF RAINBOW SHINE.

IN YOUR OWN WAY YOU BRING ME HOME

WORDS OF FAITH

INNOCENCE WAS LOST

SURVIVING LESOTHO 1970

IRRESISTIBLE SNOW

I AM ALWAYS OUT OF CONTROL

I AM OF MOUNTAIN KINGDOM

FAMILY

SOMEWHERE BEYOND OUR REACH

WIND SONG

RICHARD RICH

SONG AND DANCE

ROLIHLAHLA

THE AUDIENCE IS WAITING

YOU SANK LOWER THAN I CAN REACH

WOULD YOU?

WHEN MY SOUL WAS LOST

TWILIGHT VISIT

POETRY FULFILLED A LEGACY

ABANDON YOUR REGRETS

DARE TO LIE

SKY, WILL YOU BE THERE?

EROTIC DREAMS

GIVE MY REGARDS TO THE KING

TALK OF TOWN

NOTHING IS SACRED ANYMORE

MOTAUNG WOULD NOT BURRY HER SON

MY DADDY IS NOT DEAD.

I REPRESENT ALL MY KIN

LETTERS TO MR. BURNS

KEEP DREAMING SOMEHOW

A STORY OF GLORY

I’VE BEEN HERE

CLOUDS IN MY HEAD

SILLY RHYME FOR DR. SEUSS

SILENT PRAYER

SNIPER HUNT: SILVER SPRING, MD. 10/3/O2.

TO ZIMBABWE FOR GIRL TALK

LEABUA AND MOKHEHLE’S JUDGEMENT DAY

MASERU AT GROUND ZERO, AUG. 1998.

GOD DID ME WRONG. (I Think.)

SWAZI MAN’ DECEITFUL SHADOW

RIBANENG-MAKHALENG, LESOTHO.

BEAUTY

MIRACLES OF MASTERLY DESIGN

A NIGHTMARE THIS IS.

GIVE ME YOUR BEST PROPONENT

SO WHAT IF I CAN’T REMEMBER?

INTO THOSE EYES WITH TRUTHS

AT THE BUSHMEN’S PASS

MOTAUNG

I WILL NOT APOLOGIZE

THE LAST ROAR

A SONG FOR MAMA

MY MOTHER DIDN’T FADE

BONES OF THABA BOSIU

ANGELS BECKONED

WHEN I DANCE

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

If everyday is an awakening, you will never grow. You will just keep growing

Gail Sheehy-New passages.

Let love be your highest goal. 1 Corinthians 14:1

Dedicated in memory of my father, Ntate Paulosi Masibunyane

Matseletsele.

Proceeds from this book are toward building an up-to-date hospital

for the people of Lesotho.

PREFACE

You turned my mourning into joyous dancing. Psalm 30:11

2002 is the year that filled my life with magic. It also marks 20 years since my father entered immortality. Preceding events started in the last quarter of 2001. In a strange bizarre twist of events, I attached myself to Lesotho’s historical laureate, LBBJ and his life threatening long-term illness. At our first encounter, LBBJ asked to speak on behalf of my father. He did not know my father. I took this to mean he is transferring to me his love for his daughters. I transferred to him my love for my father. This is not to say LBBJ replaces my father in my heart. LBBJ has since become Awakening to love as an outlet for passions buried by grief for my late father.

It was my father who said someday I’d stand among the nations of the world. Being among international poets is exactly that. When LBBJ encouraged me to write, him and his wife only knew of my confessed fragile mental state since my father’s passing. Poetry comes to me as a whisper of words I cannot ignore. For years I thought of the rhythmic bad sing along in my head as demonic voices that disturb my peace. Letting them out in verse has given me much solace about my father’s passing at age 44. LBBJ asked to speak on my father’s behalf and put me where my father said I’d be. In verses where it may sound I’m angry, just remember that I found a personalrelationship with God in wrath after he took my precious father. God is a nice guy after all.

God gave me a miracle.