It matters Not how I was conceived Because I am But a child My early recollection fails me To account for prenatal issues But presume the news of my being Was received with fanfare Ecstasy and buoyancy choked the skies Someone’s status was upgraded And Mums and Fathers they became My birth-rite spread like veld fires And the buoyancy was infectious Kisses and cuddles shaded the sun It was a precious moment For the Tiny Tots! All I fancied was ordinance And the Right to Life A Safe Home Full of boundless Love Easy access to social amenities A Community oozing with Ubuntu And that glide among the stars It has been my childhood Fantasy That dream remains a mere phantom Cruelly dashed in infancy! In my tempestuous youth I embrace Humility And indulge in humble offerings That mould my Character And affirm my Personality To survive in a cut-throat world I have borne the brunt of atrocities With broken principalities of Humanism I have endured Human Rights violations The joys that celebrated my birth And youthful escapades All have turned corrosive! I am the Hunted Rape and death stalk me with cold enthusiasm Yesterday I narrowly escaped entrapment It was by a whisker’s margin Notwithstanding my chequered life experiences I am still But a Child Born in a twisted world with cold compassion All I need is the world that embraces And nurtures me as a Child!
Written by Lebusa Monyooe