Africa

I was born in Africa
A day in April.
I’m not sure which day it was.
It could have been the 24th, or it might have been
The 25th.
I cannot say.

I grew up in Africa,
In a land of toil and strife
Against itself and the world,
Uncertainty running as deep
As the uncertainty of my birth.

I lived through history—
A history that denied my best friend and I
Shared coffee at a café,
My face was too pale, her skin too dark.
Our friendship was forbidden
Yet we were bound together.
Forced separation could never deny
A childhood friendship.

I was blessed by Africa—
The soul, the air, the electricity
Brought about by a summer
Thunderstorm, dark clouds hanging
Heavy, threatening destruction.

I voted in Africa
As the clock ticked over to Wednesday
27th of April 1994.
From out of the snaking queue,
A fusion of people and race,
The land once tied up in chains
Was brought to liberty.

My Love For You

If I could write a word
To bring you peace
I would write a novel
For you to read

If I could sing a song
To give you joy
I would sing an anthem
For you to hear

If I could paint a picture
To show you love
I would paint a mural
For you to see

Al these things
I would do for you
So you would never doubt
How much I love you

Drowning Dream

I am submerged in a freezing cold sea
With waves beating mercilessly
And tugging at my whole being
I am aware of my mother alongside me

Suddenly she starts to sink
I’m overcome with panic
I need to save her
I need to help
I need to rescue

I wake to a morning song
Of birds singing their happy tune
Relief washes over me
As the sun shines brightly

I will see my mother in a while
She is not dead but is well
For I spoke to her yesterday
And heard her quiet voice

A knock at the door pulls me out my reverie
Officers at my door
There was an accident
And I need to know
My mother is no more

In a split second I realise
Dreams are no longer dreams
And a nightmare is real

Nothing Left

My father was on his last cents
There was no money in the bank
Or in his wallet
In the morning he fried the remainder of
The frozen meat that was left in our freezer
He smoked his last cigarette as he
Pulled his coat around him
And placed his hat gingerly on his greying head
He walked out the front door
Grim-faced
To the neighbors beside us
To ask for money for bread
My heart wrenched from my chest
As I watched him go

New Hope

I woke to a morning song

Of birds singing in their tree 

And felt a gladness to be part

Of this magical world we share 

For even when we cry our tears

And cover our heads in black 

Birds will sing their songs to us

To lead happiness gently back 

The Son

Finding contentment

In a world of war

Finding peace 

In a heart of fear 

Finding happiness 

In the midst of pain

I found it all

When I found the Son

Loving Me

I love that you love me
I love that you care
I love that you need me
I love that you dare

To hold me close
And hold me near
And hold me ever
Safe from fear