Ancestral Fig - Poem by Nontobeko Dlamini
The mighty fig tree on the fields.
They say they want to behead her
For her shade kills the maize crops.
But in winter,
They lick honey from her womb.
Suffocate and burn her wrinkled skin,
On their quest for honey.
Little do they care
For they choose not to see
Her little tears
Or hear her shrill cries of pain.
From her eyes
I see the story long forgotten
Of my foefathers
Who ran away
From a brothers axe.
Who travelled far and wide,
For the safety of their children.
Under this majestic then young fig
They found peace and serenity.
From this vast land
They chose to build their first hut
Next to this magnificent beauty.
Tall and wide
With skin as soft as silk
Outstanding from all others,
Wild and untouched
Fruits sweet and fleshy
They knew they were home at last.
Strong and deep roots
A sign of stability.
Standing the test of time in defience
Yet the big hole in her heart threatens her,
A sign of endurity.
Merry souls rested
Under this fig during hot summer days.
Drinking marula brew Fom a black tinted calabash,
Circulating amongst the men young and old
A symbol of brotherhood.
I can still hear their voices
Sharing amongst themselves
Their life stories.
So to chop this tree
Is to destroy history
To deprive the generations to
Of their birthrite.
This isnt just a tree
It is the family tree
For in its branches
Painted are the faces of all the family members
Past, present and future.
This is the ancestral fig.
Comments about Ancestral Fig by Nontobeko Dlamini
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You