By The Winds

Among the winds I was born,

ferociously piercing deep my nostrils

first, so hard I cried, for it hurt so bad.

at an age,

where the rest of the world was blurry,

when all that I had was a sense of touch,

for a worm thing around I searched 

having found that warm if not two,

I suckle my self to consolation,

a few minutes later I drift into a world,

where tales of flights among clouds,

are told.


By the winds I was natured,

before a day's touch down,

at twilight, to osculate the dawn,

with a kiss of a silent death,

fierce winds cut deep

a skin of an unclothed torso

amble along steep escarpments

a hoe hoist over a bruised scapular,

frigid toes bath in showers of dew,

I cut through a fog so thick,

so thick I can't see my face.


Everyday is a brand new day,

Unfolding with a new song whether,

chirps of weavers of feathers,

cries of a newly born baby,

crows of a juvenile rooster,

or maybe woes of a sombre heart.

For as the sun rises far from the east,

it's mighty rays seen as far as the west,

mists retreat in sight of it's splendour

caressing a rigid cloth less back,

with waves of warmth worth,

thwarting tears once frozen, 

into a stream flow.


There nonchalantly tear stained I stand,

in embrace of the warm

behold how something so sweet,

turns out so bitter, "ekuba omunaku"

scorching the bare,

with the fiercest of the wraths of hell,

over the emptiest of stomachs

I ponder, over how far long it is

for the sun to come to rest,

far in the west for me to crawl,

back my nest, lay down my spine, 

have something to ingest

and set my head down to rest.


No matter where you are, where I am,

wherever I or you may be

rhere or right over there,

you and I see the sun and the moon,

every dusk is a brand new night,

where a new song may become old,

and those of the old become new

owls hoot synchronous with wolf howls

all that slithers crawls into a roll,

night flames fade off for demise,

"Otulo tetumanya aliyi ra nnyina."


november (the black poet)

*tales of grandpa*

©2023

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