They say that Africans,
Will have to fight for a place on the bus,
So I am pulling out all the stops.
I am burning incense and,
Turning out closets,
-exorcising demons-
I am fumigating my life,
Throwing out old clothes and,
Trying to curry favour,
-surely children were not meant for the streets,
Nor nations meant for war-
I have found sack cloth and ash and,
I intend to,
Gouge flesh with home-made irons
Flagellate until I bleed sin,
All over the carpet.
There will be gnashing of teeth,
And great wailing,
-effort must be made-
I shall identify,
Church pews with nails and,
Kneel!
But the spotlight keeps missing me,
And I manage only to elicit,
Splendid chuckles from my nephew.
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evocative short poetry – words move
If you don’t have air conditioning, one fan is better than none…
The more I read your poems the more amazed I remain. I wonder why I didn’t come here before! But better late than never. All the best to you.
Hello Kolembo
Thank you for dropping by at my ghost anchor and for letting me know
I have read some of your poetry…you write so beautifully..The tyranny of doubt, Brave new world..loved them.
Cheers
Padmavani
kolembo–you AMAZE me–some parts in the beginning brought tears to my eyes
Perhaps it is good you have that sweet, wise nephew!
No, nations were not meant for war, but in the guiding hands of the few we the masses seed power to and call our leaders, we certainly always end up there.
Great post!
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Keep sinning all over the carpet K! Great stuff,
And, yes –
“children were not meant for the streets,
Nor nations meant for war.”
Like that nephew.
He’ll OWN the bus company! All power to him!
“I have found sack cloth and ash”
gorgeously simple line
or simply gorgeous?
no. gorgeously simple. definitely.