I want to go far away
A distance from the smog
Get out of these shoes
Retire from the formality of the pin stripe
This tie reminds me of a noose
I want to go somewhere
Where I’ll greet each sunrise like an Olympic event
Tie my boot laces
Climb hostile terrain
Live on a ranch
Off the grid
Deep in the woods somewhere
Spot wildlife unexpectedly
Chase after impala
Only to see its beauty at a closer vantage point
Smell the taste of the range
Embrace the width of the plain
Go back into time
Light a lantern
Sit on a porch listening to crickets
And the rest of the night time choir
Look into the eyes of the pitch dark forest
Circumvent fear
And the associated trepidation of introspection
Find my soul somewhere in the solitude of the forest
Hone my archery capability
Give nature what it has given me
Balance the scales ever so lightly
Earn a livelihood hunting poachers
Kill trophy hunters for a sport
Enjoy the olympics

knox mahlaba
Copyright © 2016
Author of Back From The Dead: The Rising of an African Spirit
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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