Wednesday, May 25, 2016

Edict to Africa by Sibonokuhle Ndhlovu-Ncube

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Land that hid the King of Kings, Selah
Plundered of many yet undiminished
Your frenemies have been unmasked!
Their conundrum on invocations will no longer confuse you
With prescience, let your leaders arise
Let them rule justly under delegation and reverence of the Almighty;
For it can no longer be the blood of liberation that rules
But that of the One whose blood speaks better things than that of Abel!
Let the King return to his throne
Let the King of glory return to his throne!
Then ancient gates will break asunder, ancient principalities
Demoted from your spiritual gates;
Land that hid the King of Kings
And gave the shoulder of Simon to bear the cursed cross;
Liberated from man but subject to God –
Cattle on a thousand hills belong to Him;
You have been given Cape to Cairo and the world to feed all, for all!
Beneficiation, appropriation, sustainable development, accountability,
Ubuntu, let all anthems ring – after having done all look to your king and live!
May God forgive and bless our land.

Sunday, January 24, 2016

Susan by Holly Day

I stood and watched you sleeping, had
stood there watching for nearly five minutes in
the shadow of the
hallway for nearly five minutes of circus
time before I dropped your purse on the chair, quiet as death
and slipped quietly out the door, defying
detection. Your bare back

was open to anyone and everyone coming in, bareback
riders slip in through the cracks of hotel security all the time, defying
even little girl sanctity. Yesterday, I dreamt of your death
how I would deal with it, wondering  if you survived the circus
of the imaginary midnight ambushes that haunted my mind, the
big sister duties I’d imposed upon myself stuck in
my head, driving me crazy--Why didn’t you call this morning? I had

this idea of how this would all work out, I had
it all planned out, but I can’t play everyone’s mother, not in
this life. I’m stretched too thin as it is. The
alarm clock rings in my head before true circus
time, and I can’t sleep for worrying about you, little girl—death.
Nobody is going to come when you scream. It defies
all logic, but it’s true. You left your bare back
open all night. Please tell me you lock your door now.
Please tell me
you’re all right.