HAPPY NEW YEAR! 2017 WELCOMES 2018!

Happy-New-Year

For the world 2018 is new!
2018 brings in another year!
What becomes of the past news?
What sadness yesterday could not bear
Has passed on in painful whispers?
Tomorrow gallops in for us to bear
Burdens of future hopes that compel brains to stew.
Many seek explanations for things dear
That make today much less than we knew.

 

2018 greetings – Happy New Year!
Questions of the past make today
Yet a bigger question as tomorrow comes near.
2017 was so much hope that wrought only decay.
To cope, the world moves on in whispering embers.
Then tomorrow gallops in with no delay
As brains and minds continue to wonder and decipher
Seeking explanations in forms that stray
Far and away from hard realities that we remember. 

 

 

By Bunmi Makinwa.
New York. December 31, 2017.

 

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Bryanston-Johannesburg

Walking in the quiet streets of Bryanston, Johannesburg
Does he belong, yet every day walk the streets he must
Passing runners and joggers and strollers and their dogs
They reflect proof of ownership in their bearings
Nods and glances exchanged amongst them confirm approval
Of one and each, even if no words are spoken
Coded non-verbal certainty speak tons
Of who is part and who is without
They are in, he is out.

Walking in the quiet streets of Bryanston, Johannesburg
Does he belong, yet every day walk the streets he must
Does he belong to the leafy, quiet streets
Where big homes swallow big cars through stern gates
Flowers and lights form majestic rows alongside wall fences
Bearing electric crowns marked ‘danger’ for emphasis
Protecting valuables whose origins question silence
Trees are part shade part shield, of gleaming sky blue pools within
They have it, he has nothing.

Walking in the quiet streets of Bryanston, Johannesburg
Does he belong, yet every day walk the streets he must
Made stranger by looks of interrogation
Even by owners who yesterday he greeted with large toothy smiles
With whose home staff he shares talks and lunches on street pavements
With whose dogs he grins and laughs loudly in fear when they bark at him
Walking in the quiet streets of Bryanston, Johannesburg
Does he belong, yet every day walk the streets he must

The streets where his ancestors called home but worked as labourers
The streets where his parents worked as child minders and gardeners
The streets where he is gardener to three homes, coming and going
The streets where he hopes his children will drive and not walk; dreaming?

By Bunmi Makinwa

April 24, 2014