She waits for deeds bold and brave
To give her nod to the actions of men
Who will through pain win gain
Chiding the breakthroughs of tomorrow
Like a sperm cell becomes a child
And a whisper becomes a voice
We pause to ask several questions
But the answers lie in eternity
Set like a timeless clime within us
The boundary of which is limitless
Always wondering where to go
Like a cow that cannot lead itself
Simple arithmetic is not always simple
And common sense not always common
Bustles and hustles are not always fruitful
And struggles not always gainful
Muscles do not always lift lodes
And thoughts are not always bad
Plant a pretty little seed
Let it die in the wealthy loam
Sprouting and growing,
It will open into beautiful petals
You will see that a girl soon becomes a woman
And a forest was once a ‘careless’ seed
Available ini print from Book Lover’s Market, The Book Lounge (Cape Town), Adams (Durban) and our sales man in Durban Menzi Maseko