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He loved me when no one would
He brought me wild fruit in a wooden plate
He squeezed the teats of the mother cow
whilst I opened my mouth under its bulging udder
Feeling the warm milk fill my mouth
He aimed at a lone bird with his sling shot
and offered me its fire roasted meat on our date.
He glided with me on the slippery rocks of Tshangane River
After an adventurous swim with the crocodiles
He kept his eyes on the herd of cattle grazing on the plain
While his hand caressed my cheek
We rolled in the dewy grass
He smelt of cow dung and unprocessed milk
Of the wild umkhemeswane fruit
And the bold sweat of toil in the green fields
He respected my innocence
Spoke of sending a delegation to my family
Of giving my father a herd of cattle
Of siring strong little boys and girls
Of a thousand moons passed in the most elegant pose
Of counting stars and singing along with the rain bird
Of changing seasons, flowing rivers and crackling fire in winter
Article © Banqobile Virginia Dakamela. All rights reserved.
Published on 2020-08-17
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