‘Rato Lwane…

Boduloga o ntebe matlhong
O nkame ka ‘atla sa tebo ya
Gago. Wena moroba wa ga
Loapi, o phatshimise thoba
Tsa hatlhego sa gago.
Mphatlalatsane le kopadialelo
Di bapile, wena MmaDinaledi
Magareng ga dinaletsana,
Mamphorwana a lehauhau
Le okangwe ke lehitshana.

Nteba o ntebe matlhong,
Nkgobere maikutlo ka tebo
Ya gago, o rarabolose go
Itsheka ga ‘rato lwa pelo yame.
Tenetsa di-Four-waese tsa
Gago, o ntebe ka tebo ya taletso,
E e reng “ke hano, ke hano
Go dudueletsa kopo ya gago”.

Ao tlhe! Nteba motho wame,
Ke rokotse mathe a pelo ya gago
Le yone e tle e eletse ‘rato lwame,
Lorato lwa go tsosa badimo ba
Laditse ditlhogo, ba bothologile
Go lebisa marapo go beng. Se
Tsose badimo o tsose ‘rato lwa
Pelo ya gago, lo tle lo nkame
Lo ntshase lonko lwa yone. Ao
Tlhe, Boduloga motho wame,
Matlho a gago a tle a utlwe
Tatso ya lorato lwame.


Empty my Spirit…

If dreams were horses
We ride into our wild
Imaginations, into a
World of figuratives
And metaphoricals.

How I wish to fall
Asleep riding in the
Warmth of your
Embrace. But only
God knows. So Lord…

Expire my breath to
A frozen block of
Immovable  rocks. Dry
And empty my spirit
Of self and fuse it
With Yours. The true
God, and through
Him even she who
Will know me shall
Come to me. Lover.

A sweaty glass of you.

To Noloh…7 Years Old Today.

To Noloh…7 Years Old Today.

They come so small,
So fragile and delicate
Like little peebles in
The shell like palms of
Your hands.

Then in the breadth of
A sigh, a blink of an eye
They are already
Screaming and talking
Little being of their own
Running around before
Our eyes; throwing us
Back into wander as we
Remember the day we
Unwrapped this little
Gift from God: daughter.

They indeed grow so
Fast, so quick. But
More than anything
They grow in us.

Happy Birthday Noloh.

A Lesson From Noloh: My 5 Year Old Cousin.

Children are such a joy and a pleasure to watch sometimes, such a beauty to behold I tell you. But not if you asked an in-the-moment irritated mother; “mothonyana oo ditsebenyana o oa ntapisa, hanke abo a ntheetsa”, she’d most probably say.

Anyway, one morning as I got into the kitchen hoping to quench my thirst with a cup of cold water, I walked in on my favourite little cousin, Noloh, and her mother. They were standing there facing each other with aunty bowing down towards Noloh, almost hovering over her, placing one hand on her back and the other stretched out in front of my little cousin as if waiting to receive something from her. Noloh had two apples in her hands, one on each, and looking at them so intently almost as if trying to make some sort of very important life or death decision. “Tumie, please ask Noloh to share her apples with me, please may I have one Noloh”, aunty said with an undisturbed gaze at her daughter asking me to put in a good word for her. I quickly closed the fridge and turned to Noloh and said, “Give mummy the other apple nnana, be a good girl. Good girls share”. But her stare at the apples went undisturbed, she didn’t even turn to look me in the eyes for a moment. Rather, she quickly took a bite on the apple on her right hand, chewed and swallowed, paused for a quick moment as she raised her little eyes to look into those of her mother. She once again took a quick bite into the other apple on her left hand chewed and swallowed, still looking her mother in the eyes seeming so unbothered. Sadness came over me as my heart took a deep dive into my stomach, but I could have never been ready for what happened next, and I am most certain that even aunty couldn’t have expected it. I had simply thought and concluded in my own mind that the little girl decided to mark her two apples with her tiny teeth in a desperate attempt to bite off her mother’s interest in them. And I guess aunty had thoughts similar to mine and was just as quick to conclude on them, and what had just happened left her just as speechless as it did me, because she too just stood there as if frozen by the tension that had befell the room in an unbelievable moment that seemed to last forever.

“Take this one mummy, it’s the sweetest of the two, I think it’s the best one”, Noloh suddenly broke the silence, and indeed the tension that seemed to have grabbed that moment, with her beautiful innocent little smile and voice. Noloh placed what she believed to be the sweetest of the two apples on her mother’s still hopelessly stretched out hand. As if it had not been enough, my heart once again fell deeper into my stomach but this time it was joy that came over me as I beheld purity of heart and soul manifest. Aunty Kelly quickly knelt on one knee and grabbed Noloh to hug her. “Thank you ngwanaka, thank you my child”, she said over and over with a shaky voice and a look on her face I still cannot describe even to this day. But what I know, is I had never in my life had my emotions toyed around with so viguorously from one extreme to another in such a short moment that now seemed to have gone by too quickly to truely take in and appreciate. I had just been schooled by a 5 year old (now 6), never to judge any person too quickly, and I bet my aunt too had just graduated.

NB: Repost

Awaken The Sleeping Butterflies…

What I want to do is
Call you by your rich
Native name. Appeal
To your inner most
Sensitive sentiment.

I want to awaken the
Sleeping butterflies in
Your belly, radiantly
Infuse into your sleeping
Beauty a strong chill
Down your spine and
All over your light coffee
Toned skin.

I want you to feel that
Which I feel for you. A
Heavy heart longing for
You whom I need like
The air I breathe but
Have never met. Like
The Lord my God, my
Father whom I have
Never beheld.

Black & White Love.

Ms. Piano lady.
If only my stiff fingers
Could navigate the keys
Of your expensive thoughts
And expectations of me.

When we talk your eyes
Always seem to speak
Much louder than the
Words your tongue curls
And spits at poor me.

Dear old Mercy
Will you hold my hand
Or maybe just by the
Tips of my pinky finger,
And help me massage
Her black and white
Keys. Maybe I just
Might get to hear
The classical sounds
Of your loving warmth.