By Andulu Maseko
As the sun is rising,
Let it kindle in us a fire of love
Torching, even the wet wood.
As it writhes,
Dragging itself high above roofs,
Let us be a force of unity
A magnet to separate poles.
As it bows to night,
Let our gripe be put in a casket
And, laid to rest.
Andulu Maseko is a third year student at Chancellor College, The University of Malawi, pursuing a Bachelor’s Degree in Education.