ooh sweet child of mine..

A Poem by Chirenje

this is a fathers song

ooh sweet child of mine

I am fine although its demeaning to say so

Off late paper has been my nemesis,enlightened words eluded my soul

I had glued my pens tongue to puncture dreams with black anarchist fluid

Now by anointing I inflate your faith with hope.

l had paroxysms of faith and my pen was convulsing on the pavement and fighting not to cross over into the next dimensions of the sentence

But then only the inevitable will happen

In this long sentence I find freedom to be near you

,in your mind

Child l long to piggy back you do the things that fathers do with sons and daughters

Share the moment’s money cannot buy

‘zuluzulubuya ,sidl’amakhomane’the song echoed,the skies heard and thunder answered,black clouds pregnant with rain burst into torrents and satiated the earth the call of innocent voices once was sweet music to the ears of the wind and the God of Tovera answered.

Wear smile’s science and cosmetics cannot duplicate

My mind pictures your radiant infectious smile

That genuine laugh from the depths of your soul’s sea

My thought’s swim in the ocean of what you look like

And my soul know’s that feeling of isolation that you get,and

how you easily get lost in crowds,

also how you long to hold a hand and follow a voice,

The light smack that reprimands your indiscipline

The warm embrace after the light beating,to soothe your ailing pride

The wisdom to guide your outspokenness

And the imposing presence to shield you , also the knowledge that will guide you through the ancestors path

thula sane lwami..