I Now Live With My Mother In Her House Poem by Phillip Nine Mafunga

Nkwayi Nkwayi, please come see
Yea, I'm fifty bu' back living with my mother
For that iNjadikunina came out of the African folklore
Tore through the childhood mystiques into the real now
And here I am with my mother in her house again

Here I am today, in my mother's house
My mental skies sunless
The ancient rivers in me, dry
Where once I ran my littl' feet in the greens of youthfulness
My soul loathes the bareness of the adulthood gardens I walk on today

Nkwayi Nkwayi vuk'uzobona
There's no brotherhood no more in modernity
UNteletsha'll always be a fool, as he was in folklore
So I've proven to be, as I huddle'gain in my mother's old bosom
As in the folklore, uFudu seem to‘ve gotten the better of me while I debauched

Through dark caverns unmeasured by thoughts, success I sought
‘Ngaavela ngatsho', the shine less silver moon must've been an omen
As uMvundla sang treacherously, ' wabada ndzi gumbo ligele'
And so I let go of gold because I was a fool as in the old
See now, here I am in my mother's house again

Here I am in my mother's house
Sitting under the old shade less tree in her yard
Sniffing n' smoking anything that'd quieten the ceaseless turmoil in my head
Dancing rocks flung from an ancient mystical volcano, a demonic cacophony of torment
I sit on grandpa's old stool a helpless fool.
13 April 2022
Phillip Nine Mafunga