That House Poem by Isaac Maliya

Whose birth was celebrated
Ululations tingled even the deaf ear
Gospels encountered nodding heads
A blissful start of life’s chapter.

That house turned shaky
Closed windows opened
And the doors left ajar
For the wind of change had blown
Its life’s chapter blurred.

That house is bifurcated
The cardinal pillars falling apart
Yielding to the torrent of change
The seeds scatter between them
Both pillars infiltrated with alien bloods
Reunion? Ah! Not that house! !

Dedication: To my father and mother,
who chose not to see the joys
of parenthood together.

30th October 1988
Chirunga, Zomba, Malawi.