THE GREAT FALL

Iroko has fallen in the forest The forest becomes silent Mongudu is dead. Who shall pay the debt? The king of the jungle died In the quest of freedom Who shall then roar like the king? The sun has faded to bring us night Who shall light our path? To claim our freedom right

NOT BEFORE THE FLASHBULB CREW (for Madiba Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela)

Madiba, my eyes remain dry, my lips yet un-tense Yes, I have not shed a tear (I hope that makes sense) Since the many lips started wagging in anticipation Eyes shedding false tears, mine I held in constipation. Should I have wept that the iroko shook in a breeze? My tears should not for that… Continue reading NOT BEFORE THE FLASHBULB CREW (for Madiba Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela)