PLACE OF MY BIRTH

In the place of my birth
The land bares oracles
Spectacles of my chronicles

It will sing praises
Formulate wonders of life
Where woman and children
Shall laugh, content laughter’s
In the playing fields of dreams
The trumpeting voices
Ululation of the glory becoming
The glory of rebirth and growth
The glory of peace and reconciliation
The glory of love and nurture

In the place of my birth

Nations will gather
A reunion of mother earth’s womb
Where color and creed
Bares no significance
Where my brother is my brother
The music of our hearts
Played, in unison
Symphonies of spiritual freedom
The gathering of seeds
The seeds of growth
That procreates priceless populations
Songs of life’s calling

In the place of my birth

The dark soil streets
Shall witness walks of heaven
The man-child will be seen
A protector of our virtues
Seven holistic voices
His little feet will mutate
Into giant steps
Where his tiny hands make
Miraculous minions
The works of his thoughts
Feed the wise
His voice guides
The breaths of children
Protector of our souls
Whose windows, will give rise
To the muscular chested men
Who will feed the crying infants?
At night
Whose cradling hands will pacify
Their woman to sleep
With percipient minds
That moulds a pacy fairytale
And the dawn bows
To the crackling bird
Beyond Mount Kilimanjaro

In the place of my birth
Where the land bares oracles
Spectacles of my chronicles

Beyond the mountains
The peacemaker’s woes are heard
Tears fall on the creased land
Felt on the tribal faces of gifted souls
Where the chief awaits the rains
His façade coiled by the scintillated sun
Where my brother from another mother
Is my enemy
Fueled with redemption
From the bones axed with bullets
Arsenals of corrupt kings-man
Where the old widow wends across
Across rivers of blood
Her stamp
Mapped with carnage
As she watches her great-grand-child
Feed-off the remains of sorrow
Endemic villages of death

In the place of my birth

Hope resides
In the place of my birth
From the umbilical cords of life
In the sea of my tranquility
Where the echoing drums beat
And my feet dance
In the celestial grounds of peace
The Holy Mother rejoices
The lifting of hands
In my grounds of patriotism
Seen by the angelic eyes of the world
Glory becoming
In the place of my birth

Where the land bares oracles
Spectacles of my chronicles

The universe does acknowledge
The spectacles of my chronicles
Reverberating in the soles of my feet
Letting me know
The destination of my birth

“I will tell all”
The destination of my breath
The place of my birth
Is Africa

By Linda Sakazi Thwala