MODERNITY
People voluminous
Some in veer movement
I trembleBuildings too tall for my Village Hut
Pavements tarred
My bare feet perverse my need to walk
Them in inept state
Gabble only to bush paths
I touch a wallI can see inside!
God of the mountains bless my safe hut
Nobody sees me deep in daylight
Non interlopes when am with my wife
I hear soundSoft sound Sound from a black box in the street
Ngoma of the Ngoni?Kanaona of the Lozi?
It never is!
Is it for the white man in a cart?
A humming four wheeled cart?
I wonder
Maybe it’s from the far north,
Am in languorOh! I feel like an Eagle under pressure
Being forced to give its pride to a Bee Eater
Where do I start to seek my son?
Am lost in this wilderness of the city!
Gabriel Lapus-Copyright(2005)
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