Written By: Banyana Baxie KebalefetseFor: Yvonne Tsona Mpofu
This is it, I’m done. I’m done trying to figure you out.
I had thought even amidst the mystery I had at least
Found a track upon which I would tread without traps
Planted at every curve along my way with you.
I’m done telling myself I know what no man knows not.
Your elusive slippery moves elude the grips of me on
You, so excuse the news that I have let loose the love
That used to hold me dear in His arms for the soothing
Sweet taste of sin.
I know it has not been long enough to claim, that my
Sudden disdain of Him, was as a result of an unholy swim
In a pool of unvirtuous gin. But I have since learnt yet
Again, that knowing what I may; Life my friend,
You will always have your uncertain ways that lead to
That one place where grace always has to find more space
To abound more grace.
So I’m done! I’m done trying to learn the moves to your
I realise, when the words come
And you don’t heed the call,
The word then leave and as such
A part of you has been denied
The chance to live.
For some time, inspiration has
Come knocking at my door, but
Too many times I have let her
Down, I’ve let her walk away
while I was too busy with other
But not anymore. Today I put my
Foot down, I will heed to her
Voice and answer the call. Today
I will write, and afford the
Inspired faculties of me to live
Through these words.
A story about hardships being turned around
I guess I would just say, perseverance builds endurance. Maybe I heard this somehwere but these are the words that just came to mind after I read this beautiful piece. God Bless!
They say ‘absence makes the
Heart grow fonder.’ And so I
Wonder; as you embark on this
Journey to wander unto a land
That birthed your mother, how
How much more have their
Hearts grown fonder for yours,
You spoke of your Aunty, your
One and only you called her,
And the excitement that brewed
In her heart, expressed in the
Sound of her voice when you
Travel with your heart as white
As moon, and may the hearts of
Us, of those you leave behind
This noon, find fondness that
Binds our thoughts of you in
As you traverse the roads of
Dust with the silent hearts of
Those we’ve known but past.
Remember the first and last,
That He may take to task the
Lurking dark. And may He
Clothe you in luck until you’re
Of late I have spent much time
Under moonlight, in the soothing
Fragrance of cool chills. I have
Been lured into a fondness with
The stars, moon and sky.
And now, the freedom to spread my
Wings and fly, has me trapped in
The comfort of cloud nine. This is
The consequence of time spent in
Here I am again, on this very couch
Where beautifully myriaded moments
Devour time. Moments that adorn
Themselves in heartfelt laughters and
Conversations. A small rendezvous
Where our life’s adventures meet to
Share their exciting experiences
My friend probably rests here at times,
Reads here, and kneels here to pray
Sometimes. Or maybe just sits here,
To raise her feet and just hug her couch;
To wander off and reflect on life
So here I am today, seemingly covered
In fatigue and somnolence, but Wanie’s
Couch pampers me with its embrace
So now I mine the quiet moment for
Thoughts and words to frame them in
Verse and stanza.