Yesterday was the day we pushed ourselves
Out of the childhood’ cradle Mama made with cozy velvet.
Before we fell we carried our bag of dreams on our heads
-pointing at each and every hand that dandled us from infants
Trying not to be those kids once counting on stars
And building Rome with beach sand in a day
As maturity prevailed over us. We could resist to crave sweet
But life tasted lime-on-ade on our tongues
So we burnt the bridge that led to where we once called home
And kept fending for daily bread and cheese like cowboys.
We’d ambled to the downtown, seeking the anatomy of life
Before the front desks that carried portraits of unknown men’s nametags.
Tiles we were to scrub after we swept the western floor under probation-
But we ne’er sidelined the traditions our fatherland grew-
Ridges we made and seeds we sowed
Knowing the fruits of our labour before the summer sprung
our black ass from behind the desk we longily laid our hands on.
After winter, we turned to icebreakers cutting across autumn;
As we crawl, we move
As we stand, we fall
As we walk, we talk
With precision we’d made it to today
As we run, soaring high from the cliff
-never back down to some days we left behind.
Read – All Life Has a Sting – A Poem by Catherine Mponda, Tanzania
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