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I vividly can see your face in my sleep
Or is it an illusion in my bed ridden that fails to slip?
I also can hear your vibrant voice coming down on our nights
As I conjure the pieces you left us on your ride
To that high holy place now your home
Serving dutifully there with your Maker
With your maternal efforts down to us ever marked

Sitting here all alone in the dark day and night
Thinking we could again see your smiling face
Though here we will never meet it again but ride
Since you changed shifts and worlds in rhythms
And we on our night shift brood deserted dreams
As we continuously sing a song that fails to rhyme
But must grip partake and fight the world face to face

No matter how hard we the world try
Bound or not by its universal theatrical curses we cry
This theatre universal and compulsory heritage to us
What immortal hands or feet can pause in to ashes?
Yes, into that day your shift down here I am dreaming
To step one last everlasting dance and walk with you
To chat and smile once more a long mile with you

If there is one thing in life I must unlove
For denying us that maternal care and love
If I were asked to cast my vote, I mean it
I would campaign the world against it
E’re the toll date my dear
Never to waste my signature to undemocratic organization
For death is a dictator and inhuman institution

Though death has deprived us your company
Death cannot brag about his home a grave a conquerer
For your departure cannot be seen a surrender
I respect your courageous technical tactics to a war course
A move that has seen you camouflaging before it be long
In swift shift to see us where we belong
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Submitted by msehloka on June 19, 2021

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M.J. Sehloka

Born during the middle 1960s at one of rural areas and a farm around Mooketsi area in Limpopo, attended school at welgefontein combined primary school, Maribe L.P school, Sesoai H.P. school and matriculated at Bjatladi Sec School in 1987. Graduated for STD at Modjadji College of Education, taught English at Phiri Kolobe H School (1996 -2003), taught Engish at Letheba H School (2004 - 2014) , taught English and Geography at Mashaha Sec School (2015 - 2020) and taught Geography at Motlalaohle Sec School (2020 to date). more…

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