As I walked through the valleys of our history
I saw a green plane turning black.
First in spots and little dots
Then masses swept me up, I could'nt turn back.
Thousands of strong Nguni cattle,
belonging to one man
He was owned by his riverside village
according to the law of the clan
'Molweni...'
resounded a cheerful greeting...
I waved my hand and leaves blew off;
and there the kings were meeting
I was careful not to step
on this rich and fertile land
dogs were barking, I could hear them
Praise poems jumped on my hand
'Ungumntu? '
Shouted greatmother from inside
As I approached her hut with my finger
she recognised me, her eyes sqinted wide
she said
'Tell the stories of our past
(Playful at work, we forgot to write)
so our times forever last'
'Am I dreaming
or am I passed?
How did I get here, and why? '
I asked...
Again barked the dog,
the rooster too, made his call,
'Do Not forget', he said
and that was all.
I fell out,
Of the book without words, 'Thsayi'
I saw a place, pics, people living naturaly
I was shot with Hintsa's assegai
'Do Not forget
Do Not forget
Do Not forget! '
sreemed that annoying rooster
I awoke;
I bathed and dressed in red, face'd white
I went to buy a book;
closed my eyes, then started to write,
'Molweni...'
Nkululeko Mdudu
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/do-not-forget/
