Black Magic Woman.
Watch her move.
See her slay.
Spinning her sorcery,
Swaying her hips.
A glance of her eyes
Draws you in.
You’re powerless,
Spellbound.
Sparks fly
From the halo of fire,
That dances around her.
You’re tangled now,
In the web she weaves
With your desire.
She tempts you,
Tests you,
Brings you to your knees.
Black Magic Woman.
Your longing won’t let her pass.
©️ Nomathemba Pearl Dzinotyiwei
I see her floating lazily through the market like a butterfly.
Oh yes, I won’t forget the day came shining in. ( Hugh Masekela)
West African Market Place. The smiles are real. (Courtesy of Pinterest)
Johannesburg Central Business District (Courtesy of Pinterest)
Mai Mai Market. Not just for muti. (Courtesy of Pinterest)
Maboneng Precinct. Arts on Main. Market on Main. Johannesburg CB ( Courtesy of Pinterest)
Head over heels,
Still falling,
Far still from hitting,
Rock bottom.
Gravity’s nothing
Compared to this feeling.
My mind appeals,
Raging, warning
Alarm bells ringing
This can’t be real.
His hands on my skin,
My fevered response within.
I’m mesmerized, paralyzed and hypnotised.
I want to walk, run and fly
All at the same time,
From the agony, ecstasy
The relentless intensity.
Held captive by those eyes.
With one look, my heart crowned him king.
Now my soul has only this song to sing.
Painting attributed to Samuel Ikenna Kong
Hey, when I first saw you, I got excited
Tried to keep my composure, tryna hide it
But I didn’t know
I didn’t let go
Then it occurred to me while tryna fight it
Just like a kite, you learn to ride it
But I didn’t know
You’re s’posed to let it go
Like a gust of wind
You hit me off sometimes
Like a gust of wind
You push me back every once in a while
Like a gust of wind
You remind me there’s someone up there
PrincessPearlManzini 
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