Because of democracy that i trekked anywhere I want, with no fear,
Nor anxiety, with full confidence that I belong to it, because many suffered,
And were tortured for the privileges I have today.
Many fought, few survived and the rest took credit for the dead can’t speak
Nor breathe.
Call me a survivor but I’ve done nothing, worship me, and celebrate my days
With joyful songs but I was never restrained nor told what to do.
It is because of democracy that I can speak freely, allow enclosure dance into
The tiles of my own civilised floor, that I carried, shared and save it for the last dance.
Don’t blame it on me, but
It is because of democracy that African Nation is demonised, filled with anger,
It is the reason that I live in a small box, covered with hood,
Humiliated, discomfited self-conscious,
Sharing privacy and joined with insufficiency to carry the journey
And still smile that i belong into a warm community.
It is because of deficiency that we are joined in one circus, blinded by mist
In the veld,
Reveries no longer occur; sometimes she thinks she will wake up
This will be a nightmare, but here I am
The mist has gone, but the perspective remain,
The roots have replanted
With free body’s, slaves in mind
Now the grass is brown, for the winter has taken over
....to be continued
