(africa Poems) Nostalgia Poem by Pheko Motaung

The moon my darling!
We meet under the moon
So you kiss me here
And the crazy moon winks
Because in his own silent
Way the moon is a staunch
Supporter of the tidal
Wave of our endless love
But he gets irrational and
Weeps every time when we
Part without completing
The ritual of kissing

And now you vanish!
And when you go without
Telling when you are
Coming your love that I miss
Bids me it's angry farewell
The silhouette of your
Shadow laughs sardonically
The jealous African night
And what pretends to be your
Shadow combine and conspire
To offer me no protection
I have to find my way home
Alone and I am scarred and
The wild animals chase me
I must sleep in a tree and
Be the unwelcome guest of
The unfriendly monkeys
Who own the treetops
I am ashamed of some of my
Night time forays into the
The night to beg you to love me
I am the princess of Joloba
Land but the way you treat me
Is cruel it is as if I am
A commoner to you who wants
To usurp your love for nothing
You are not man enough
To protect me from my pursuers
The day has is here
The hot African day of my bitter
Memories is here again
I am alone my love
The moon is your new love
Interest and you have decided
To exile me out of your heart
This bitter nostalgia tears my
Woman's soul to pieces you don't
Come to my bed and my sorrow
Tastes like the dust on my
Bed and life will not enter
My room when you're not here