Paul Mwenelupembe

Boabab Tree - Poem by Paul Mwenelupembe

That big tree, O' baobab tree
Sweet fruits you carry
Raised up at a distance
That I never reach with
my bear hands
Big trunk, and wide branches
you have

O' you slippy creature
That people engrave upon
To make their way up
And remove your craft

Sweet fruits you carry
And manufactured from that berry
And stored up by the upper gate
Of a well known mother's care

That big tree, O' baobab tree
Integrity you have within
As beautiful as aglass of grapes
In the tropical drink to the table

Sweet fruits you carry
The mother of tropical drink
The mother of the fatherless
See! People like your blend
That big tree, O' baobab tree

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

It's an appreciation of where I come from. The land is full of tropical baobab trees. When I was alittle boy I used to climb such trees and pick off the fruits and blend a beautiful delicious drink. In a traditional name we call it Buyu- thus tumbuka language.

Nowdays I see such drinks in big shops e.g Game stores, spar, shoprite and others of which Iam delighted with. I feel like am still home. Thanks to nature!

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 23, 2012

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