Power House
My grandfather is wise
He found me resting
under a tree, legs in the air
thinking not with flavor
but with pain of pains eating
flesh and bones of my life
“I know your case”, he told me
“Come eat these roots daily,
The roots of Mulondo*
are the power house of life
Any hill you cannot climb
tree you can’t reach the top
you will reach there gladly
The birds that laugh at you
will leave branches of trees
down they will kneel for you
and sing beautiful melodies
in praise of your name
conqueror of the hills
the marathon runner, champion
will be your nicknames
and golden medal of leaves
you will wear for ages”.
(Mulondo is a herbal medicine
for men who can't climb hills in my homeland)
Copyright © Solomon Ochwo-Oburu | Year Posted 2017
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