Adventures Of Far Away Poem by Tumisang Ramarea

A fine warrior I once were
Full of energy and valour
Charging at the enemy without care
Never dreaming of the funeral palour

My King, inspired by my talents,
Hand picked me to represent him.
Far away in a land away from my parents.
All this he did on a whim.

Across the rivers and over mountains,
Through deserts and dense vegetation,
Drinking from wells and fountains,
I marched forth with agitation.

At sun rise on a September morning,
The skies cleared up to welcome me.
The rain in the evening like a subtle warning,
Gave me a glimpse of how the ending will be.

An energetic warrior, I hit the ground running.
They must have thought I was unhinged.
When I looked at the flowers and started humming,
They said it, I am unhinged.

They avoided me as if I had some disease.
A dark warrior, I trusted none.
Neither did I the milk, just as easy
As they had done, except about one.

Of course they were dominant,
No mercy on me. They gave me some land
Outside their settlement as I was not prominent.
They gave me a large piece of sand as my stand.

Alone in the desert they built for me,
I slowly drown into the sand as the storms pass.
I will not go down, I will hold on to He.
I will fertilize on this sand some rich green grass.