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after life

IMG_20160320_142801Before the earth swallows me
And the maggots come to my party
I want to dance at the top of the mountain
My body trapped by the drum
Caught in a state of trance
Singing in a tongue native to my lips
Only audible to the spirits
When the heavens hear me
Let it rain
Soft droplets of water massaging the surface
Wiping the sweat of my forehead
As I stomp my foot into the ground
Thump the area below my feet
Awaken my ancestors
Hoist my spear aloft in recognition
Of the luxury of being alive
Singing praises to the most high
Let my voice be heard in the deepest of caverns
If it were up to me
My voice would be etched onto the cave wall
A message to future generations
Life never changes
Despite the complication of technology
Modernisation is a mirage
All a soul wants is a quiet resting place
Somewhere it calls home
A nook in the mountain side
When my time comes
Don’t shed any tears
Let the heavens come down hard
Wrap me in a moist cow skin
And let me rest as I lived
Allow me to sit upright in a cave reserved for royalty
Amongst the bravest of warriors
Because I was a soldier in my own battle
Amongst my people
A king in my language
Cos my vocabulary is my habitat
We’ll meet in the after life

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

I want to lose my way
Lose myself amongst canyons and dunes
Watch sand storms dance in the vastness of a desert…
As I wrestle in the sand with my shadow
Negotiate a binding contract with my entourage
Sit atop a lonesome boulder in a prenatal posture
Awaiting my rebirth
Pay homage to my invisible entourage
My forbearers paved the way
Amongst the sand dunes of the Kalahari
Kgalakgadi in my native tongue
Trace the scent their footsteps in the sand
Listen to heaven and nature sing
Wolf whistle like the blistering wind
Hear the echo of danger from afar
Pay attention to the rustle of murmuring cattle in the distance
Feel for my heartbeat with an open palm
Find the narrow path leading into the thick of the forest
Follow the lonely foot path towards righteousness
Hunt down my alter ego
Get lost in my own consciousness
Amid all the contagious congestion secure peace and quiet
Identify with my people
Draw an identikit of my soul
Lose myself in the spirit world
Offer a reward for the capture of the rebel
The rogue within
Wanted dead or alive

Knox Mahlaba
Author – Back From The Dead: The Rising of an African Spirit
Copyright © 2015

NB: visual doesn’t belong to the writer.

legacy

Our galleries tell an untold story
Paintings mounted on cave walls
Bearing testimony to a desire
A need to leave a legacy
Etching sentiments onto rock
Writing manuscripts on pyramid walls
Fusing the present with the future
Relating a story by any means necessary
Captured in song
Orated by griots
Family history compacted in poetry
Telling a story
Reaffirming a desire
A yearning of a people to define themselves
Striving to be an ancestor
A person who leaves a message to the future in the past
The past was once the present
Leaving a contact number
So when the soil swallows me up
The future can still seek clarity on the way forward
Cos without the past the future is a sand castle
Waiting to be washed away by the slightest of waves
The messages from the past are strong foundations
Sitting on atop a tor
Listening to the winds howl
Concentrating on the rhythm of my fragile heart
Seeking eternal wisdom
From the landscape that has seen it all
Writing my story
Albeit in a foreign language

 

Copyright © knox mahlaba 2014

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