Tuesday, March 7, 2017

Akinbode Israel writes


The rain last night came tip-toeing, 
His bag was full of iced promises,  
Soon they melted into seas; salty, 
Our eyes regretted beholding. 

We begged the night with dying words 
On our sick-beds from broken wards,  
Our pain stood as witness, 
Our cries became never less. 

A new sun rose from the north, 
His first touch carried rays of top notch; 
Rays that can strike a beggar into a lord, 
Under, we dried our wetness and blessed God. 

But this sun loves blood more than ordinary, 
Like a parasite he sucks stylishly,
Our thumbs now cry 'Weak-Low' (Wicklow);
The thumb that pushed this sun to glow. 

With our minds running backward 
Through the paths that pierced our soles - souls,
We only wished the rain never took our hats - hearts, 
This sun won't be a  'bored-den' -  burden.
 Image result for tiptoestake painting

1 comment:

  1. Wicklow is a farmstead in Waterberg District Municipality, Limpopo, South Africa. "Limpopo" comes from the Northern Sotho "diphororo tša meetse," meaning "strong gushing waterfalls." The province was formed from the northern region of Transvaal Province in 1994; another name considered for the province was Mapungubwe, the area where its most ancient gold-using civilization had been discovered a few years earlier. Limpopo has the highest level of poverty of any South African province, with 78.9% of the population living below the national poverty line. In 2011, 74.4% of local dwellings were located in a tribal or traditional area, compared to a national average of 27.1%


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