JEWELLERY IN RUSTING

YOU ARE THE JEWELLERY IN RUSTING

Whenever my mind navigates your inbox
What I find is your glistering thin rods
Worn around the swaying strings
Of your black creations in springs
For sure, you are the jewellery being.

What I know and can ask of you
What I show is something in few
I found skins but not sweating black
I bestowed and adorn your uniqueness
Like the Maasai jewellers in blackness.

Sit on a circular bamboo chair
Bring the wine to soften my mouth
What I am telling is adorable in nature
Spirits of thick forest and sleeping gods
Can break my head into halves and suffer.

The drum beats are danced in rhythms
To let the the song sink in ears like boats
Songs in black tongues provoking beauty
Beauty of natural dancers painting alters
Dust covers the sky and energetic dances.

Africa of the ancient warriors
Africa of the epic ancient tales
Africa of the richest oral tradition
My great great grandpa told in tales
My best stories reside in your beauty
Of traditional values you enriched us.

You taught not pen but harvest and plants
The sky changed to blacken your natures
From black tongue to awful fake tongues
Your farms grow out market not catering
Your sky is full of glistering artificial lights
No longer sindimba but nightclubs in dark
You accept noble death in a vain sights
No longer mubhilizi but pills and injection
I will cry for your noble death and loosing.