By Nkinda Mashaka khamis
Mashakakhamis74@gmail.com
T was my home village I dreamed to stay
Dady always said: The village is fine
Its fine were: The shining Lips and Feet of women
Bending and smiling when giving a greet
I used to understand those and I dreamed to see.
As Fire, our house was hot, daddy din’t see the pains
Of our lioness when cruel nails tearing her skin.
I find myself dropped to a place, a Red place. In fact:
I felt happier coz of the clues I received about
This place: People with their smile telling me stay safe son
With my two hands I received the blessings.
School was everything to a boy, his parents’ didn’t help
Were busy in Town, Oh! The son alone, not an orphan
BUT a forgotten Child outside the gate, crying with no help
Bare foot to school was his daily style seen to him
His Clothes, Not as white as snow but pure black
His Uncle: a man of reasoning took a boy to school
As time goes on, a boy become fit for school to live
His mind like gold shining every corner
The beginning of his hard way but a sweet journey
Those sufferings He endured, The Voice inside him said:
Mvumilivu hula mbivu, and he listened to it.
Now at the Hill. not a boy but a man
Not just a man but a reasonable man
Those torments in his life, no longer exists again
The boy at the Hill eating the fruits of knowledge
Full of happiness with friends to keep
What a Big Difference to a boy and a Man
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