KUDZAI (by Julius Chingono)
Kudzai when your first birthday passed
Without a word
Without a symbol
You kept quiet
And when your second passed
Without a present
Without a party
You kept quiet
But when your third birthday passed
You made your own car
A mud car you drove around
Making your own world
Marking your life with care
At the closed gate of privileges.
** Famba zvakanaka mudhara wangu
I really like this simple poem packed with gentle, cruel significances. I never knew Julius Chingono - and that's my loss.
ReplyDeleteHarry Owen