A Chinese Sonnet
They call me impimpi*,a word fraught with scorn and smoke-
Yet I am the echo of truth inside the brewing storm,
Engaging the law,though no law guards me,
A river trembling by myself and singing my song.
Mount Moorosi keeps my secret vigil high,
While comrades who danced once for freedom's flame,
Are now com tsotsis who trade justice for comfort and coins,
And call betrayal what was birthed before courage,
From Kanaland to Zululand:I love Mzansi enough to bleed,
Love is treachery and betrayal,-love is truth, love is the light,
Still,I am unseen, they can unalive me-I shadow the moon,
My corpse lies,humming Freedom's hymn under the nations' feet.
*Impimpi or mpimpi---A S African term for a snitch or police informer
Mount Moorosi---A town in Lesotho
Kanaland---A munucipality in Western Cape Province in South Africa
Mzantsi---A colloquial term for South Africa
LORD, I humbly greet You, return to my prayer list from near LESOTHO
Adoration is the FIRST STEP in prayer (That's how I begin) using A-C-T-S
The letters, not the word, A for adoring Him, C for confession of sins
Variety & Individuality in prayer, but these steps are essential (O Lebanon!)
I intercede, Abba-Father, for countries whose names begin with "L" (Laos!)
At the start I thought I wouldn't recall them all; almost forgot leaderless Libya
Africans used Libya as a way to Europe - Refugee Crisis - before Corona Virus!
Not Ghadafi's Libya under forced good behavior, but the wildness of "democracy"
Do show mercy to all Creation, in Jesus' Name, to those "named and unnamed"
Liechtenstein and Luxembourg could easily be overlooked, no news
Is GOOD news when talking of a pandemic, yet we pray for big and small
Bless us: Liberia & Lithuania, Father, the One Jesus made known us ("Abba")
You are the God of second, third, or umteen chances; we ask Thy forgiveness
As we seek Thy Spirit of Truth, O Holy Spirit, to teach us (as Jesus promised)
Mama Africa
All they say is you are uncivilized, using policies to publicly undress you
From Lesotho to Libya, Mali to Malawi, Zambia and Zimbawe
Raping justice and reaping where and what they sowed not!
I cry when they call you "dark"
Coz you are so bright, your sons and daughters beaming with strength
Africa, I call you MAMA, for your breasts are full enough for all your children to suckle!
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