05 Dec

written by Philisile Mudekunye

We smiled when they gave us new names

Celebrated our colourful languages in hushed tones

And stumbled over their rough expressions

Nodded with the shyness of an awkward teen

When they asked, “are you from Africa?”


We answered to their nicknames

Went into their houses backs bent

Desperately clutched to the idea of home

And did for a dime what they wouldn’t

To feed the expectations we left behind


We forced our children to be unlike us

To speak larney, tsotsi-taal and Afrikaans

Watched them blend and slip from us

Better I light the fire myself

Than be adorned in a tyre necklace


Philisile Mudekunye is a 20 something year old Swazi-Shona lady, medical doctor by profession, but a student of life. A lover of life, laughter and all things beautiful. “I’m passionate about issues that affect women…I also dream of and pray for the day Africa will sell her treasures to the West only on her own terms.”

© Philisile Mudekunye 2013

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Posted by on December 5, 2013 in Afritude, Human Rights, Poetry


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