As people wailed and mourned truly from their hearts.
Rolled on the earth with eyes watered, stood
At the tip of your everlasting home
Waving hands of farewell.
“Sand-to-sand, dust-to-dust,” said the friar,
His enthralled eyes bursting with tears;
And our relatives expressed their compassion
With crimson eyes and throbbing looks,
With sobbing breathes and sad behaviours.
I told you, but you thought they never loved you;
Because we looked too hard for Love? But today,
They call you many names: Darling, Love, Peace, Happiness;
Names my ears never heard them bestow on you when you lived.
The swirl came with serenity; the rain rained with reason,
All showed love and kindness and farewell;
Children yelled and mistresses bemoaned:
Aunty has gone to rest.
But you are with me, Granny
The passion I found in you, has not been found
In anyone else – many look floozy & lack morals.
Your aesthetic beauty, the epitome of Afrikanism,
Occupied my head hum-dinger. No. Hum-bug;
I am living a hum-drum life; I am humid;
I am humiliated by the hater of our existence.
You died, but your death made our affection stronger.
I know that we all exist ever after, but cannot cling.
« return.