sakwa

my favourite place in the world

my great great grandparents landed on these sandy white beaches with smiles on their faces ,

as paradise was at their feet.

my grandfather wrestled on the soft geen grass that viewed the mighty nam lolwe

sunsets out of dreams,

with the orange sun making a perfect drop on the endless waters of the lake.

my father spent countless hours of childhood with a fishing rod,

his bare feet helping continue the footpaths that led to the lake.

 

i rolled in the warm wet sand after skinny dipping in the clear waters.

i caught omena using my mothers lessos ,

moments of laughter and bliss

now all this is no more

the sand is  all gone

the water muddied ,

and angry waves rule

the paradise is dying

you are wounded sakwa

my home

Author's Note

going back to my village after years of living in the city.i was shocked at how much the environment was being destroyed by people who loved it because of poverty and ignorance.i was hart broken because i had seen better days when everything was almost perfect.huge trees that were now charcol,all the birds gone,