I remember well the bounteous opulence,the unrivalled bliss,
The glorious Sundays of pure splendour and jubilation-
The amorous trekking to Bob for the utmost scrumptuous treat,
Benign grandfather a steadfast Christian forever upholding the doctrines,
The melodramatic nights outside the front terrace;
She by the decorated drum beating it rhythmically with the two rubber sticks,
Chanting old folks songs and urging everyone to feast and dance-
The lunar constellation saturating the sky with thousand stars,
Each one as she recites pronouncing the thrice ones from the moon
By their Native names-mediaval intelligence responsible for the human
Temperaments,predispositions and deameanours of intriguing variety,
Her teachings about life were correlated by the sancrosanct
Beliefs of Christianity!The creed the Almighty anticipates from each one of us,
The paramount reason she possesses defied all odds.
Her seeds flourishing in the picturesque wondrousness of Durban,
Some flourishing in the prehistoric township of Pretoria,
Then the infamous Sophiatown in the height of Apartheid.
The sophisticated gentleman she befriended a disciplinarian by nature;
Inclined to deep devotion to the fallen-the forbears,the ancestors.
Brought a rather undesired change in the family`s structure,
He adored the trade of our father-My Wisdom Tree mason from way back,
The toilful trade only beneficiary in the hands of the filthy rich.
She succumbed to cerebro-psalsy at the hospital.
The devastating aftermath,the sharp slide of briny tears
Rolling,rolling,rolling on my brother`s face down the cheeks,
Down to the trembling lips,down to the throat and vanishing
Behind the shirt-I never wept-my conscious won`t let me-
My eye is doomed for the whole of my life
My Life is cursed for the whole of eternity.
My sin,detestable abomination still haunts my memory;
If Death shall take me to the gates of Hell,I deserve it.
