To Swatis I bow
#To_Swatis_I_bow
Pass me an elephant tusk,
there's a tribute to honour to the Swatis.
If I had a rumbling drum,
I was gonna rumble it
but then I'm African.
In Eswatini my purpose pursuit,
purest form of beauty emanates.
My eye twitches from the top
My ears listens with intent,
Something extraterrestrial is at shore
The fidgeting sound of my bones, intensifies.
Sense a tremor, creeping under my feet
Need I stumble, before I to witness what's to embrace my immediate presence
Some de javu at the back of my head, whispers.
My hunch, in dispute, this is a Swati,
nothing encountered prior
Bow my head,
Less I be persecuted for not being oriented on how to handle this presence, a royalty crown.
They said beauty lies in the eyes of the holder,
here I am, electrocuted from sole to skull.
My belief in loggerheads with my mind.
Goosebumps chases another allover my body,
Scattered off reactions,
should I scream out my lungs?
Should I recite her totem?
Should I greet in tongues?
I'm conflicted.
Conflicted by Eswatini exuberance
Draw my strength back, in Swatis I bow
From tone to texture
From mind to heart
From love to respect
From humility to compassion
From beauty to peace
Heart to soul
In swatis I bow
#Poetic_Ink
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