I’m looked upon as filth..
A curse,
A nuisance,
In isolation…
I feel discrimination.
What did I do?

Life has decided what I would be.
I did not choose life, life chose me.
Is it not unfair,
That I be judged
And made to feel no worth?

I’m marked,
My clothes of white,
My shaven head,
Explain the shame,
Yet, am I to blame?

My culture weighs upon my shoulders,
Discrimination like big boulders.
Diversity, inequality, indifference,
No one should be subdued to these.

No race, no status, no illness, or religion,
No gender, no culture
should evoke feelings of discrimination.

Written by BJDankers 2010



Hot Chocolate

Hot Chocolate
Hot Chocolate
Warm, brown, frothy
Steaming, smooth, milky
In a cup
Sipped upon
Till all is gone
The cup empty
To be filled again
Like me
(My 17 year old son brought me a cup of hot chocolate on a cold winter’s afternoon while I snuggled in bed)
BJD 14 July 2007


Never before has the longing for his coming been as strong as it is today

Is it to escape life and its challenges?

Maybe that is part of it

The world has become such a harsh place to live in at times

Pain is inevitable,

Poverty rife,

People continue to live in strife.

HIV AIDs is plaguing our nations

Crime is barricades every station

Prices of food make it difficult to eat

Theft, fraud and corruption conspiring to meet

The seasons are changing from what we once knew

In summer we see the soft winter’s dew

The lightning lights up the mid autumn sky

The birds that migrate are not sure when to fly.

But though there is confusion

There is hope to be found

Amidst all the noise

There’s a joyful sound.

There will be freedom for all those who mourn

For even the earth groans with thistles and thorns

We all are in need of emancipation

From chains that have bound us

In humiliation

Look to the sky

Wait in anticipation

The King of Kings will descend,Image

And give us true emancipation!                                                                       Written 12 Oct 2008

Rise Up!

You may feel you cant go on,
But this I tell you friend.
You have supernatural strength,
Strength that has no end.

I believe that you can stand,
Head held high again.
Your inner person
Being renewed,
Despite the constant strain.

Rise up friend!
There’s much too do
Don’t miss out on life’s beauty!
The world is waiting
just for you
To rise up
And do your duty.

And when you rise
You’ll feel the ground
still firm beneath your feet.
Angels cheering all around
The King upon his seat.

Weary soul, rise up I say
With all that is inside you
Enjoy abundant life that’s yours
Rise up!Rise up today!

Written on 30 March 2013

The Stranger

Feelings of emptiness

Nothing to give

Present in person

Yet not able to live

Words bounce off pages

Into the air

Like bubbles that float

Bursting into nothing…

Faith at its lowest

Turn around, at its slowest.

Joyful Blue Jay

Enthusiastic spirit

Vibrant soul

Frolicking foal


Jet setter

Now …

A stranger

In real danger.

The stranger left

Taking creativity, initiative and reason

With every ounce of oomph

Why? The question is posed

Where are you?


Yes you.

The one who stood firm when waves came crashing

The one who stood when words came lashing

The one He held when worlds went smashing

The one whom He cradled, when a beloved when dashing.

Where are you?

The encourager is silenced.

Reaching for help with hands that keep slipping

Mustering strength inn an attempt to keep gripping


In the noise

In the silence

Drowning in numbness

No thought to care

No feeling there

Just nothingness



No thing



And in the O

The stranger…

(written on 23 May 2013)