Waiting On The Winning Line Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

They told me history repeats itself,
And I bought a lottery
Ticket, so sure that this
History which always repeats
Itself would prove itself
To me. I waited in prayer, for
They argued as long as I did
Not love money, this was a sure
Case. Then I met an elder from
Our village, and she asked me if
I was sane. When had I seen the
Sun rise twice from the sane east
On the same day?

I looked at her and she walked on,
And shouted back that
For me to win that money,
I have to journey to the
End of the world twice, to
Learn that words are cleverer
Than people. People speak, words
Do. And luck is a word that
Does not glow in the darkest
Of forests.