Siyabonga Njica
South Africa

To A Sister I Have Never Met

Dear Luniko: Seasons have passed,
Years have left,
Dad and I were'nt around
When you took your first step.
Gunshots before his eyes,
Two bullets on his chest, Locked inside your mother's womb
When your father took his last breath.
At that time still young,
I refused to shed a tear,
That courage now haunts me
For his voice I still hear. You and I now apart,
Isolated by the death of our father,
I perceive siblings bond,
Man deprived us but does the world
bother?
I contemplate of your appearance, Your bone structure and shade of skin.
Is it a resemblance of mine,
Does your nose end where your mouth
begins?
I contemplate of your maturity,
Will you deny me that I am your brother?
Have you grown so fond without me
That I am not entitled to be your shield
of armour?
In fair adequate time,
You and I will finaly meet. Your presence greets my heart,
Like distant deathlikes we will elapse the
streets.
But if however my endeavour,
Falls and faints on life's deaf ears,
I'll contrive an image of your semblance, And recite this poem as if you were here.
For within you my blood resides,
Qualities evoke from morals to
personality,
This note a token of my Love
To a dear brown child that will always be a part of me.
Friday, August 19, 2011
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