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Xenophobia or Not: Africans Denied Home in Afrika by Makhanda Senzangakhona

Makhanda Senzangakhona | Sep 9th, 2019 | poetry | No Comments

Poem

A tear dropped today.
Somewhere. Inside. In the past.
Rippling effect, where we met.
When hyenas were not friends,
Yet baying at friend and foe alike.

Your lips, still on mine-
Proxy of the loss- between us,
When we…shared dreams, hopes
and cerebral malaria
Mindful-were we-
of the march before us!
Now I wonder,
What with times’ passage
When we were,
Krusants, initiates, trainees
and dialoga-avid and ardent pilgrims
Of a journey less understood
Yet selflessly embraced
Life sacrificed-
Mingled promises-
Without remorse
Self-pity
Yet supreme regard
Of our own- people
And Tomorrow.

Now I wonder
When our awaited sun returns
Without bonfire feast
Of our own flesh-
Aliens that we are-
What do we say
To our off-springs?
Of the journeys
of our youth
Adulthood and age!

Poet Bio

Makhanda Senzangakhona is the nome de guerre and pen name for Paul Oupa Serekele Ramachela. The author has retained the use of both names because he does not wish to be lost to his comrades nor become an alien to his family, and relations. Previously published poems, short stories and other narratives have appeared in the following publications, amongst others, Staff Rider, Rixaka, Mayibuye, Mrabulo and Black Letter Media-Poetrypotion.
The author has served in various roles in and outside SA; until recently he was a senior public servant.

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