Family Poem by Thabani Khumalo

Give me a little time. A little time
Under the cooling shade of an indigenous tree
And I remove my teary beams from my blurred up sight.
I have long been languishing out of my inner pain...
A simultaneous agony that causes the world
To remain existentially weak and thus, the things that are ill
Have inter-generally remained so strong; a mind losing itself from itself.

I'd stir up memories of home with lucid elucidations
And I can't help it but to re-adorn my tear blurred beams:
The abundance of emotional belongings
At the remembrance of Thabani's tragic childhood -
Far away in the dark depths of the other side of the border line
Where the moon blazes like a dwala in the scotching summer sun,

The mysterious causes of the family's continuous disunity
Makes weep in life-sized and bitter despair,
It doesn't get better with time. No, it doesn't.
If a man cannot deliver himself from his torment working by himself,
What is a family going to achieve without inclining to itself?
We will only labour until we die without moments of cheerful get-togethers.

I blame situations for having all that infamous power over us;
I blame the god of heaven for sending messengers to attenuate us -
To come gather for him worship and praises from us in exchange of our livelihood.
I didn't bring all this upon myself; all this weakness is not mine, it's for the god of the bible.
If it were by me, I would have come out to be superbly strong above all that is weakness to me.