The Visiting Writer

Someone knocked on my door, I went to see And found an important visitor "Thembinkosi " Who was coming to collaborate with me. In the  right hand of the visiting writer Was some typed manuscripts. I used to see him in the local library reading books but I did not know if  he was a  writer too. I quickly looked at his work while he was taking Some cappuchino on the banch under the big Tree in the yard. One of his poems and short Stories called , " My First Love " got my attention. Later on ,  I told him to recite it for me, he said loudly ," I asked him for a flower , he gave me the garden, I asked him for a tree, he gave me  the forest The only one , my first and my last indeed. I asked him for the river , he gave me an ocean, I remain rooted , trapped in his command , The only one , my first and my last indeed." Some neighbours students of one local college heard the visiting writer reciting poem and came to join us on the table under the big tree. I and those ladies  were over the moon after hearing the recited poem. Later on,  we agreed about doing  a collective book and  separated. Few months later we published a book of short stories and poems. All of us were happy to finalise that excellent collection. April 14 2023 Wtitten for poetry contest sponsoredby Julia Ward Thembinkosi: Zulu name which  means Trust the Lord The name of the visiting writer