[ Issue 4 / February 2013 ]

I
Dear…
Bulls know the cow’s moo
And one cannot mistake
A mirage for water
Unless he has never
Seen the tarmac road.

You will soon
Come to believe
That those paradigms of love
Are but only a pin
In your bosom
Or a stubborn fish-bone
Between your molars.

II
Do not forget as you walk
In the corridors of power
The aphorisms of ages.

Our aged sages say:
Okra is palatable
When all people
Reckon reciprocity.

III
As Time rolls and turns
You will come to terms with my
foolishly uttered wisdom
That the only way
To maintain your personality
In this revolving world
Is by struggling to change it.

The fault of our land,
Believe you me,
Is the mentality to be static.

IV
Friend, our land is free
But, believe it or not, freedom
Without justice
Is sheer anarchy
And justice without love
Is total bondage.

Call me an absolute moron,
I accept it.
Is it not said
That it was a lunatic
Who saw an invading army?

Ah! Dear, don’t you know
That your snuff is in your
nostrils
The snuff on the palm of your
hand
Is for the wind to blow?
That is the law of our land!

V
Always remember that
The secret of political
intercourse
Is patience. That’s a political
instinct.
Haven’t you heard that
It was a man of great patience
Who saw snail’s eyes?

You see, to survive
In a whirlwind of difficulties
You have to persevere.

VI
Remember, my mind is like
A waterlogged land
Where bushfire cannot pass.

And do not forget,
How high a peak can be
It has a top;
How deep a well can be
It has a bottom.
Yours faithfully…

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Ndongolera C. Mwangupili works as a Senior Inspector of Schools in Malawi and is an executive member of Malawi Writers Union. He believes that literary works have to reflect social reality. He is currently writing a novel titled ‘Land and Flames’.

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