At one point, everyone is a child
and needs to be treated with mild.
Grown you may be, but cry you will,
when you remember your deeds of the day,
Your heart will be heavy, you’ll lack what to say.
To the wall you’ll turn, in prayer you’ll kneel.
‘Who will hear my cry?’ You’ll ask,
but around you, none will take up any task.
Friends will be nigh, enemies will be on high.
Days will be dark, nights will bring heavy sighs.
So, you will remember the sweet old memories,
when you pass, those around you will join in mummery.
Do remember- when the night turns into day
And the sun in ecstasy erects his rays-
the people stood by you in those times,
when a child you turned, crying in nursery rhymes.
Don’t forget those that turned foe during the darkness,
an in the current, do not be in choice so reckless.
The light will shine again on you
And you will never be guided by hues,
for, in line you will have moved
And your enemies, in shame, would have reproved!
*MUSEMA EDMOND*May 5th, 2025
Musema Edmond Vuni, writer, registered and qualified Teacher of Literature and English language, MA Student of Literature and Thomas Stern Elliott. His Master’s research focuses on the representations of nature in Post-colonial African Poetry, where he seeks to explain the oneness of nature and humans on the continent, while delving into the degradation of the former by the latter and suggesting possible reconciliatory reforms…. He therefore has focused to study and focus majorly on poetry
