Playing Mbira By The Mill Bay Beach. - Poem by Tafadzwa Matamba
Today watched dawn going into day,
The morning star melting into the sunrise;
As spectacular as it was_
It did not last, everything golden does not stay!
Thick fog blanketed the sun,
Reducing it to the whitest full moon l have ever seen!
A cutting wind warns me of the cold to come.
The geese squawking about the sky_
Behold how they maintain that neat V-shape as they fly!
The days of my childhood rise fresh in my mind.
Within my breast, my heart is at rest
And treasure l do all the years l have left behind.
Oh where does the time go?
Just a while ago in my father's shop,
That special sweet rural scene l recall!
Now l was perhaps six and very small.
Then l thought our village was the whole world
And my father was the richest man that ever lived!
My heart filled with so much glee_
l greeted every customer with such an honesty smile;
Yet my real excitement was the mania for sweets
That had blinded my mind with dust
And three decades later l have bad teeth.
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