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LWAZI MGULWA 1975 (Whittlesea)

We rested under her warm wings
That the chilly winter mornings
Couldn’t find a way
Until the smiling morning sun, it’s a new day.

She would depart early every morning
Leave us alone waiting for afternoon calling
Along the way, small boys are her enemies
We never knew she would come back with her wings

Afternoon, when the earliest birds sang
On top of every nest with a bang
We hoped she was also coming
Widened our beaks with our mother’s calling

Unable to fly to see the good
Our stomachs became emptier and emptier, no food
She didn’t come back home with usual singing
We lost our hope and remained crying

But an angel came visit us at midnight
When we cried over one another’s shoulder, no light
Their belly full, no crying and we’re still hungry
He told us He would come back in a hurry

He’d became our Saviour
Brought us light so we could see
And food to eat, water to drink
He’d became our Provider, we praised His Name.

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this poem is about two boys who were unexpectedly left by their grandmother who was their guider in all their boyhood life.

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Written on August 27, 1995

Submitted by lwazi_m on September 17, 2021

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My name is Lwazi Praiseworth Mgulwa from Kamastone Village; Whittlesea. I am from a family passionate about writing and exploring different phenomena. As a village boy I grew up being taught to live by guiding principles which made me to be who I am now. I was made to understand the situation of my home and the entire family lines, respect, caring, loving, showing mercy and living in hope even in hopeless situations. The beautiful mountains of my beautiful land have brought something for me to write about. I have met good people along the way and have made friends out of them. Writing has become part in my life, a gift from Creator. Even when I would see myself in the wilderness I know that I will never be alone. Jah bless my family who motivated me to move even further than this step. I therefore show some honour and maximum respect unto them equally. more…


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