Poetry for the king of kings

Here is a little poem which one of my dear subjects sent to me.

It is very complex so I hope you can understand it better than I.


Makosetive
traitor to the Swazi people
i was the center of the dream
to give life in abundance
i could have healed the wound
but i chose to love only myself

by 'Nazizwe

Eish, I have been busy!

Hello my fans!

Have you missed me? I know you have!

Yes, I have been very busy with the girls but received your many messages saying how much you have missed me.

See you and I have two things in common: we both love my intelligent and insightful reflection upon myself. I really should be the king of the world.

Recently I am being annoyed with some students outside the palace shouting "SHISA, MLILO, SHISA!" and I am tired of the noise.

I've told my servants to go tell them I have gone to the beach since I need to rest and enjoy life.

Looking for a Swazi virgin

I told my wives to suka la and sent them all on a trip.

You see, that way I can be free to prowl. Oh I love looking at young Swazi things -they turn me on and that means my country is strong.

Many people do not understand polygamy.

My having sex is what keeps our nation virile and healthy. My sex makes the rains, and my sex makes the sun shine. All this nonsense about one wife is just that, nonsense!

We are one of the top nations in the world of 220 nations - how do you think we got to that position?

It's me - I am the King of all Kings and you commoners must just be quiet as I send the wives away and stalk the next virgin girl.

I control everything and just to prove it I told my boys to make sure that Swazi paparazzi better not make a fuss out of this trip like the mess they created on me last year.That was a very big mess, but I told my hit man Barnabas to handle it. I think it's working.

I know you will all miss me but it is girl time and I am hungry.

I am the Swazi lion

THE INGWENYAMA


I am
the Swazi
Lion

They call
me
Ingwenyama

Watch me roar
in the
bedroom

See me kill
a mutied
lion

For I am
the brave
warrior

And you
are only
the mice


Who will bell the cat?

One Swazi Man

One of my fine Swazi subjects in Arizona has sent me a praise poem he wrote.

I can't say I honestly understand it but he must love me for all of my subjects adore me.

After all I am HIS Majesty, the Greatest Swazi king ever to rule on the continent of Africa and probably the greatest king in all the universe.

So here is the poem and please do tell me what it means.

one swazi man
and
tens of thousands of graves
fourteen wives
and
hundreds and hundreds of rapes
eight palaces
and
hundreds of thousands of hungry mouths

Am I, Mswati the Great, a bugger?

Oh my troubles never end.

Damn, it's hard being a King.

Here's just one example of how tough it is in my position.

Last week I received a "royal family" of camels from the man who tried to bugger me. Gadhafi of Libya doesn't understand the meaning of my royal "suka la".

Here's my problem. On my last trip to his country, we were eating and drinking and having a grand old time. We were talking about the nagging wives who are always around. He even made me laugh when he said he gets tired of his women and goes out to "visit the female camels".

I thought it all was lots of fun until he got me very drunk and when I passed out, he tried to mount me!

That bugger!

Luckily my bodyguards were not to far away and my ass was saved - or at least half saved.

Anyway he now thinks he can kiss and make up by sending me the camels but he is a pervert. All he really wants is to be the King of Africa but he knows everybody wants me as the King of the African Union.

Gadhafi is jealous of my super powers, my wealth and my great looks- that's why he wanted to "know me intimately". Oh, I think I must just forget him but keep the animals.

But did you happen to notice 4 of the 6 camels are female? Maybe I can try my luck with them when the wives are giving me headaches.

So if I don't write for a bit you'll know what is occupying my time....I'll be busy with those female camels until the young naked Swazi girls start shaking their stuff at the August reed dance.

I'm on the prowl for some Swazi girls!