The land of TSIETSAMOTSWANA
Our past vividly pictured
on the skeletal roof
of a once perfectly thatched
Mokgoro now helplessly kept in place
by worn out Kgobati ties
and tired pillars carved decades ago
from strong Morukuru trees
Through famines we survived
tilling the barren land for food
digging for water from a sleeping river
to keep alive the last of our dying cattle
we scrabbled for fruits the wild provided
we hunted rabbits and birds for delicacy
There is some hope growing now
in the gathering of rain clouds above
that the rivers will soon flow again
that the land will grow more fertile
even the bones of ancestors
sleeping at Sekgolokgothuma remnants
have started to breathe life
Our dreams beautifully painted
on the colourful landscape of spring
of flowering grasses embraced by bees
and a forest of sprouting Mopipi trees
filling the air with their pungent scent
stretching from Lenganeng
to Ga-Rantshiane hills
and down to Magoleng
along the peripheries of Taung river
This is Tsietsamotswana
the place where our dreams were incubated
inside houses built of strong walls
from a concrete of mud and cow dung
and neatly thatched with grass
harvested from Dikhuting floodplains...
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