Shadreck Chikoti
That I may once more access
That hidden land yonder,
Where ancestors hide the gourds,
brimming with the ferment thobwa of wisdom.
That place where angels step with lightest tread,
And shadows cradle secrets left unsaid
That I may grope again the dark,
Beholding hidden objects
As they reveal themselves
Beneath the sun of public gaze.
That I may satisfy myself
With songs from the distant past,
That I may once again be the bearer
Of news from many rains ago.
That I may be calm and listen
To whispers in the wind,
To the depths of humanity.
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