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Africa Embodied

African embodied in a birth of a nation, I do apologize for my lateness in my African time To the only goddess of Mother Nature in her smell of sweet Grains of mountainous African mahogany, fruits; mahlatswa, ditshidi. Picking up well blended colored African butterflies Flies wild in to the bushes that shines whiteness and blackness for them It’s in their juvenile minds; culture was just a small concept on them Oh! Cocooned birth of Mopane worms, dinato Brought taste of luck, bitter Well green locust on green trees such a green leaf Molapong maloba,sharing a small hunt of my brothers, On a trapper sogarnished Se laga, ka thiya dinunyana tse pedi tse taro Singing songs of well initiation man Counted few hours and months...Just away to a breath of a fresh soil, mobu!! Domestically women prepared food for my brotherson ahunch ofa meal Bare ke le sogana, bogwera boipeile hlere Cut beneath feed left ancestor’s food prints And I looked upon long trees and I saw eyes of watered seas That initiated perfectwomen hood; mosadi eseng leshaedi ka mitsha, Maloba, maobane a intiramona ga bedi ga raro kakgwelaa maikutlong a bonna Civilized primitive birth in my African indigenousness embodied metoday, tomorrow to live to tell the Tales, that merogo was such an expensive dish ............................................................................................................ TRANSITION POETRY is a deep in true substantial obscurity of science in fiction, dreams in spatiality to bring sense to the world about the world in poetic form. Reality steps that it’s spiritually capturing glimpses of life in the most aspheric Dadaism, surrealism in its impression of metaphysical poetry. POETRY AND BLUES is emotionally capturing depth of love in true characteristic of love embodiments, hence its roots. True told love stories in poetic form and love crime, love tragedy, love and love. Shakespearean is love, he defines it; poetry and blues.

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