FOR SOFOKWANE NKAMBULE: A Special Diary

December 1, 2013 § Leave a comment

Thanks,
Thanks
And
Thank you
And SO
I even put the word MUCH
At the end

To
Thank you
So MUCH
For everything.

I’ve been there in Magudvu
And
Im sorry about that.

Magudvu was home
My birthplace
And
For
My birthday party
You came

And you saw
The state of Magudvu
And
You began feeling sorry
For the poverty-stricken child
In a colourful tousled pijama
And overused shoes and T-shirts

And…
That child was me.

Imposed and inherited poverty on me
from Day One
from the womb
So that
-and by structural purpose-
I whirl and I whirl
And I whirl
And
-In lack of food-
I twirl and I die.

Then you came like a vacuum cleaner
And
Hoovered me out of Magudvu!
And then
And again
You
Promised me
Life after death.

Basically whatchu did
-in a nutshell-
You promised me love

And
Love nourished me
Till to these days.

It was this kind of love
That kept a
Protective capsule
Around me
And a
Swathed warmth
Around the cold
Of Magudvu

I’m talking about Magudvu
Of dusts and smokes
And
Asthma pumps.

For my birthday party
You came
And
Saw the state
of
Magudvu.

And you
Began having humanity
For the needy child
Who was me
And
Me who was the child of your children
And
Your children you were the parents of me.

Swept me out
of
Magudvu!

For the gallant woman
who
was you – I thank so much

Step by step
We moved out
Of Magudvu
And
Together
We saw life after Magudvu
But
For of the woman of you Sofokola Nkambule
I thank and I thank
VERY
Before I put the word MUCH
at the end
Because
You rescued me
From the angst of Magudvu.

-By Zama Khumalo-

*Magudvu is the poverty-stricken village in Mpumalanga where the poet was born and spent his early childhood before his grandmother Sofokola Nkambule took him to Badplaas.

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