RAKWANGA’S SONG

A journey from war to love?

Time is rewound
and I am reborn.
The wind sounds like a whistle
and lightning bolts sizzle
through grey skies like electricity
through copper wire, running through a quiet city.

A hundred years ago I was the song
of those seeking redress from wrongs.
I was a hero wielding my sword for justice.
Supporters sought for me an esteemed office.
I fought for my tribe;
but my face Ingaka disliked

He became chief of the tribe
and leader of the clan.
Ascended the throne with
the aid of bribe
though I, Rakwanga was the chosen one.
He opened the portals for dragons
and invaded the land with a hundred thousand guns.

He excommunicated me from the land
and fell victim to contempt and
pride.
I broke his iron hand
and fled with a guide
until I reached the gates of
Lashutri.
Valour and fame secured me
an entry.

Daughter of the monarch swooned at my carriage
My hand she sought in marriage.
She was beautiful like a fairy.
Fair like a full moon though it's strange that she's so hairy.

To Justice I’d sworn my loyalty.
Women were never part of the equation.
I cared not that she came from royalty.
Women always complicate with passion.

This princess had a dream so strong.
And I Rakwanga was the star in her throng.
I thought she was the joker
but she swore
my destiny was to be her lover.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Is this fiction or is it based on a real, historical character? It's a fascinating story.

[Akinlolu]

LOL. It's pure fiction. I've been concocting stories since I was 12. But I stumbled onto poetry when I turned 32. That was severaaaal years ago. However, the story is an exaggerated version of events that happened to me at the time. Oh, I had no sword and I'm no soldier but there were family crises and lots of troubles and journeys from home and a girl I met. I needed a carthasis and this poem was it. I brushed it up recently and decided to share it on writerscafe. And here we are. Thanks.