Comments about Sma Mthembu
Im An African
From the falling razor-rays of the African sun I’m untaught; I’m a bare foot traveler whom his edification lies in the blur caving rocks and wells of African canals.
I’m born under the falling sky colored with blood shed by those who stamped hard earth to voice their birth right ownership.
I’m a fired hill whom their black beauty is starvation to adventurer and hibernated
I’m stung by vermin beasts and processed within poisons of revolution,
My skin maps all the places I’ve traveled; it curves all caves I sheltered in,
My ear drums store all the melodies of weeping Africa, ...