When our grandfathers reigned
Governed themselves
Ruled supreme over empires
Harnessed humility, planted peace
Cultivated harmony
Life flourished
‘Cos here we do things differently
We recognise the importance of civilisation
Not bricks and mortar
Here we care
Nourish people
Infrastructure of a nation
We glorify the soul
Departed or not
We appreciate the sun
Without being held captive by its movements
Here where man was born
Where people are prioritised
Measured by their own path
Some sail the oceans
Whilst we nurture the journey
The grave merely a detour
Whether you hike through the bushveld
Trek through the platteland
Plough through the desert sand
When you arrive immaterial
What matters most
Isn’t the completion of the journey
But whether you find yourself along the way
Arrive at an understanding

Copyright © knox mahlaba 2014

Author of: Back From The Dead: The Rising of an African Spirit


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