Have you ever really looked at a tree?
Have you ever thought of the ancient roots,
Those that support it ... to behold its majesty?
The boughs and limbs carry leaves oh, so green,
We are again reminded of God's handiwork,
When we see the budding exuberance ... come the early spring.
They make us mindful of beauty by their quiet repose,
They are willowy, and shade us from the harsh summer sun,
Beneath their gentle sways ... we rest comfortably below.
Fall ages them and their greens turn to brown.
As winter's cold blasts blow upon them,
Do we ever feel their plight ... as their leaves tumble down?
Families are a personal and spiritual tree.
Their ancient roots so long ago planted,
Grow in size and shape and form ... in gifted majesty!
Generations of limbs and boughs support the child leaves,
In every new face God's handiwork,
Radiant in the splendor of life ... each one of us receives.
Time slowly ages each one to their own event,
While we who remain here grow and love,
Still remembering those whose winter ... we could not prevent.
It is the strength of their memories we add to our own,
They give us the values, insights, and perspective,
Which we in turn pass on ... to the seeds we have sown.
You should have seen this tree before the winter came
Before the sun broke faith with its suckling leaves
Before the heavy ice of time sagged its limbs
Before its roots were singe in a frigid flame.
Did you know HG Daniel then, did you walk with him
Through spring and hear him sing of his king
Did he teach you "the elements of survival," when Eden
Closed its gate on us did he tell you its lore
And make you long for earth's long lost heaven
Though he struggles "not a man as before"?
I knew this tree when spring was a leaf of tongue
And poets sip the nectar of imagination young
I read him in rhyme and works of tribute
To fair Barbara and other members of the soup
Before the strokes, his loss of wife, and the loop
Of pall upon his hand with which he paint his love.
He is a noble tree, a great one in our forest of rhymes
A brother in arms of faith, a comrade, a friend
I send him prayers today, and wait for yours to come
This tree still from autumn mist a few fruit holds
Of friendship, love, and loyalty to the babbling scrolls.
I do not know?
(special thanks to a friend who shared this tribute to Solomon Mahlangu)
Solomon Mahlangu: My Blood will Nourish the Tree that will Bear the Fruits of Freedom:
Solomon Mahlangu was trained as an MK soldier with a view to later rejoining the struggle in the country.
He left South Africa after the Soweto Uprising of 1976 when he was 19 years old, and was later chosen to be part of an elite force to return to South Africa to carry out a mission commemorating the June 16th 1976 Soweto student uprising.
After entering South Africa through Swaziland and meeting his fellow comrades in Duduza, on the East Rand (east of Johannesburg), they were accosted by the police in Goch Street in Johannesburg.
In the ensuing gun battle two civilians were killed and two were injured, and Mahlangu and Motloung were captured while acting as decoys so that the other comrade could go and report to the MK leadership.
Motloung was brutally assaulted by the police to a point that he suffered brain damage and was unfit to stand trial, resulting in Mahlangu facing trial alone.
He was charged with two counts of murder and several charges under the Terrorism Act, to which he pleaded not guilty.
Though the judge accepted that Motloung was responsible for the killings, common purpose was argued and Mahlangu was found guilty on two counts of murder and other charges under the Terrorism Act.
On 15 June 1978 Solomon Mahlangu was refused leave to appeal his sentence by the Rand Supreme Court, and on 24 July 1978 he was refused again in the Bloemfontein Appeal Court.
Although various governments, the United Nations, International Organizations, groups and prominent individuals attempted to intercede on his behalf, Mahlangu awaited his execution in Pretoria Central Prison, and was hanged on 6 April 1979.
His hanging provoked international protest and condemnation of South Africa and Apartheid.
In fear of crowd reaction at the funeral the police decided to bury Mahlangu in Atteridgeville in Pretoria.
On 6 April 1993 he was re-interred at the Mamelodi Cemetery, where a plaque states his last words:
‘My blood will nourish the tree that will bear the fruits of freedom.
Tell my people that I love them.
They must continue the fight.’
Mahlangu died for a cause!
The Struggle Continues…
(special thanks to a friend who shared this tribute to Solomon Mahlangu)
My friends and I had midnight hide and seek
One had to stand by a tree and not peek
In my state of hiding great I was hard to find
My friends decided to just be unkind
They all got together and decided to hunt me down
I first hid in the river near my house and almost drown
When they walk close by me I silently move through the grass
It was very hard to see, but I crawled a long time and almost ran out of gas
Then I heard one say that they were going up and wait by the tree
I had an idea that made a way to make them see
A shadow that ran in the distance thinking that would be
I had my horse pull a little manikin to make them think it was me
My friends took their flashlight and shined it toward it
I thought I had them but one thing was clear they did not fall for it not a bit
They all laugh and started to call out my name
They all asked how the heck did you have time to pull that trick that was so lame
I did not answer so they kept on looking for me, but I was so quick
Some of my friends started to get really mad and tick
I was a master of doing weird things they all knew what I can do
The night was still young and the grass was collecting dew
I decided to make a distraction once again
To think of it, it would probably make the night end
My friends finally surrounded my tree house
I was quiet, so quiet, more than a mouse
I had some rope in the tree house to make my escape
To distract them I made a loud noise like an ape
The tree that my tree house was in was at least forty feet up
I had some stash in my tree house a drink or two in a cup
My final hour is about to end I did not want my friends to catch me till I got to the tree
I took the rope and tide it on a branch and pushed off and that was the key
I landed on the garage roof and sneaked my way to the tree
My friends knew me to well that they plan things before I could see
They had a fish net ready for me to step into
I thought that was kinda wise and some what like pew
The few feet by the tree there was two of my friends that was ready
Up in the tree they both jumped down and pulled me up in the net fast and steady
They thought they had won, the person had to tag me before I touch tree
She ended up having to get something to stand on to reach me
I swung my weight back and forth till I ended up touching and the game ended
My friends and I were so full of surprises and that is what the game handed
Trees are moss are grass are stones.
Trees are spirit, nerves and bones.
Trees are air, stars and sky.
Trees are lungs, eyes and I.
The pain I put in the ground.
For such a precious thing.
The family enjoys their meal.
They plant their leftover kernels.
And wait for me to tend to them.
An endless cycle in which happiness is born.
21 February 2013
What can a man do
To plant a seed in the ground
So strong a tree grows
Love is my nest.
It holds me
where all the world I see.
It saves me
from the ground
which my soul will never meet.
Up in a forest tree
hunters scattering in threes
they'll never catch me
I have love.
I am perfectly happy.
relaxed I am
I do not stress
for there isn't life
without my nest.
who cares what's below?
I am above.
love is my nest
My nest is my love.
Do not doubt who you
are or who you can be.
With in us all,
their is a light that
shines with effulgence.
In our heart it shines.
In our mind it shines.
A chunk of the sun
embedded in our core.
We have been fueled with
the lions ambition.
Chasing the prey.
Chasing dreams until the end.
We have been fueled
for the finest hours.
Recognize those powers.
forever remain ours.
We are the reason the sun shines.
We are the reason the flower blooms.
We are the reason the tree never falls.
A message in every creation.
The sun shines to show us
how bright we can be.
The flowers blooms to show
us how beautiful we can be.
The tree never falls to show
us how strong we can be.
All of this we can be.
If we rise our self with the sun.
Leave not your dreams and
Understand it to be beneficial
in the long run.
Make life sweeter than a
ton of sally-lunn ,sally-lunn.
Out run the doubt until you have won.
Understand that you are some one,
fit to run upon the sun and clouds.
Reach above and pick heavens flowers.
So high up in the sky, gazing into
the eyes of success.
Hold your chess and say I am blessed.
Your surroundings you impress.
Suppress, suppress and undress
those doubtful thoughts.
Progress not digress, express
that light you possess.
Let success be your address.
This I profess because once
my light was put to the test.
A light I lost in doubt.
It was repossessed because
now I know I am truly blessed.
Do not doubt your self,
within all of us a light
shines with effulgence.
Definition for sally lunn:
a flat round sweet teacake usually served hot.
(This poem is dedicated to the late Nobel Laureate Chinua Achebe.
Your works will always stir our thoughts with reason and entertainment. R.I.P)
A Tree Fell
A very mighty tree fell,
its falling becoming audible
across Mama Africa;everyone
in Africa is mourning its fall
The branches that supported
the nests brooding African
identity are on the ground....
Since time cannot be reversed
to make the tree to pierce
the clouds once more,
another tree will have to stand
in its place
To find the tree, we have to water
our seedlings with knowledge
Our minds, the seedlings,
determine the time a future
incarnate of the fallen tree
will arise in its place;
piercing through the clouds
of ordinary imaginations, to the skies
of limitless and flawless imaginations
By Teddy Kimathi