Treasure Island

Walani Ndhlovu

(23 March 1996 / Blantyre, Malawi)


Stand still
With your hand climb the hill
If you use a spoon
You won't finish soon
Don't dream
Because you might no see the steam
If you do so don't cry
When you find the plate clean and dry
Eat more food
To reach you adulthood
Be careful they might think you are rude
Take a look
So that they may let you off the hook
If a rock of a hill sticks on your neck,
Drinking water is the trick
If it's too hot on your chest
No one can check
Just resist
Until your delicious hill gets flat
Wishing to get another plate.

Submitted: Tuesday, November 20, 2012

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A long time ago in villages of Malawi, people used to eat together in a circle having the food placed on the center. So climbing a hill is a term to mean eating Nsima.

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