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Sandile Mabaso Poem
I NEEDED
“Boldness – If I choose to loiter in this day I will lose it, and tomorrow will be the same, and I will end up lamenting the lost days” -By Wayne Wyder.
I needed a person who would cook my [spoiled] goose when my train was about to derail and he would fix the shocks.
I needed a fellow who bothered to know that before the Italians could cover my feet I had cracked heels. I needed a fellow who will know the origin of all the scars on my body, I needed one who knew why I engaged the services of a bespoke tailor – that the main reason was because my body was shapeless at some point.
I needed a fellow who knew that “my brother is a reflection of me. I can’t fly if he is falling”. I needed the one who understood that when I was with him we were neither strangers nor club attendees, nor colleagues. I am saying I needed the one who knew that he is not my leader but my vein.
I needed the one who was willing to walk alongside me all the time.
I needed a fellow who lived beyond his feelings but knew that as a brother we would always carry each other’s microscopes in order to zoom our blood. I needed a fellow that knew that his emotions/feelings could not build both of us but could provide either of us with a tent.
I needed a fellow who had his pad when the other fellow was jettisoned by his own plane because he had allowed today to pose as yesterday forgetting that today cannot be tomorrow.
Yes, I mean I needed the one who also had a pad when the misnomer was introduced into the other fellow’s plane and fermented the other fellow’s gum trees thinking they were impressed trees. I mean the one who knew that we are both together in this and he allowed me to have his ear when we walked, I mean the one who knew to listen to reason.
Copyright © Sandile Mabaso | Year Posted 2015
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Sandile Mabaso Poem
“…Son, did you take time to know her…But I hope you’ll make it .You’ll be happy again…” By Lucky Dube
Again, I had only one wish when the intersection intercepted my pinkish tissue in my body. This time it should last forever and you assured me that this one was real. I asked for your assurance, however before you could respond a dove whispered in our ears and it gave us a four worded answer which was “faith, hope and love” and its source was the sky.
Again, I agreed and you chose a spot along a river where we were to build our nest. On our way there you told me that your elder sister was faithfulness and I replied that my elder brother was Hopewell. We agreed that our first born son was to be named Lovemore. And he was born.
When we reached our spot where we were to build our nest, before we could do so, I shared with you that previously I run a gauntlet, and that I am used in rivers as I had sailed before.
I was in Limpopo River sailing from south to north but when I was in the middle of this river a few miles before reaching the north bank the dove told me I had no life vest. I then returned to south bank but when I reached this point my energy was dead and I therefore did not finish this race.
Again, I tried the Vaal River from west to east but when I was about to touch the edge of the east bank the dove told me that I had no life vest. I was therefore expected to take lessons to redo my race but I couldn’t because my energy again was finished.
Again, I successfully sailed through the Ncandu River from west to north but when I reached the north bank I realised that I had left my stick in the middle of this river because the race was demanding. Again you said that that was then and you wanted us to take a marathon instead of a race. We then prepared our nest using iron stilts and we found a tree with three branches, the first one was L- shaped, the second one was F-shaped and the third one was H-shaped.
[P.T.O:See Part 2 of 2 below]
Copyright © Sandile Mabaso | Year Posted 2016
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Again now together with you I saw the dove again and it whispered to both of us that we should put the three branches together and place our nest within them. We asked a question as to why and the answer that we got was that: yesterday it rained, and the river was full and any of the branches might be washed if it was to stand alone and therefore it was better if all of them were tied together, but you disagreed with the dove.
Again, you reasoned by saying there was no need because we had iron stilts and you again thinly-veiled told the dove that our plan was to have our first born. I remember the dove telling you that I had missed my stick in Ncandu River and you said that was water under the bridge and you did not ask me if I had accepted that my third race was not a closed chapter and I always remember it.
Again, we then built our nest around the L-shaped branch. It rained. It stormed. And the river became full. I visited the Ncandu River to search for my old stick when you found out about this our son had a short breath. I begged you to oxygenate him but you could not because the oxygen tubes were with your sister and its tapes were with my brother.
Again, I request you to remember what the dove told us (the conjunction in that message) I beg let’s try it again and apply a different formula as the one that you proposed could not work and you didn’t listen to what I told you and this time I promise you that if you call your sister and I bring my brother the oxygen that is needed by our son will be fulfilled.
Again, tomorrow is another day as yesterday was the previous day.
Copyright © Sandile Mabaso | Year Posted 2016
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