By Steve Kumalonje
Daddy, who is the monster that exhales fire, claws on marble?
Fortune sonny, him, the last man standing;
Boldness flouts age,
Eloquence outlives many a poet
The mouth-a dagger that pierces the pale sun and many a star
It does not sweeten words but salt the voice bluntly;
“No harassment…Africa for Africans!”
Death scares-tail between legs
And he, rises after everyone of them;
Recognizant that death, a necessary end, will have to come
And that he, will descend beneath the rocks and rest in a cave
To feast with the fallen
Whose virtues can never be interred, nor rot with bones
But tower past beads of kind memory
From Cape Town to Tripoli.
Steve Kumalonje is a Communication and Cultural studies graduate from the University of Malawi. He resides in Malawi’s capital, Lilongwe.