On a land of unspoken mysteries
A child stood on a hot road
banketed by a mere shield of kindness
given to her by a woman on a screaming grass
On a land of unspoken mysteries
the child stands - as a minstrel of melodious prayers radiating luminous sparks of liberation to the wrathful heavens of a dying land
From a hot road to a bumpy road
The child prays in her silence of war, her heart and soul caged into unknown realms - whilst her spirit cascades in torrents of a broken soul.
"I pray, mama"
Mother comes
"The rainbow is colourless, tata"
Father left...
BOOM!!
The violence of the door pierces through the hostile air of brutality - 'Tis where the child should die But the child can never die...
"Are you missing!?"
"Your name child!?"
The people ask
But all she does is stare at these strangers with her warm oceans of browns
"Are you missing!?"
"Your name child!?"
Silence
"Who are you?"
"Your name child!?"
Silence
"Your brother comes"...
Hope...
They found her on the streets
This beautiful child
She prayed and believed
This powerful child
And so her oceans of resilience roar in the Divine Garden of her God - where she blissfully chants her everlasting mantra
"I am the Daughter of Africa
First God's child then am I the poetry of my ancestors and I have spoken"