Reminiscence Poem by Isaac Maliya

The wagon of separation
Came that Friday of February
Laying asunder that intimacy
That knew no limit.
Remote came your voice
As the wagon ran away
Creating this distance
Of miscomprehension.
The bird from Tete did
Lengthen the dot of encounter
Flew to the south that Sunday.

Dedication: To the one I love,
Vitality, my dear wife.

Saturday,28th March 1992.
Maputo, Mozambique.