Song For Balongizo Poem by Denny Moonde

Her Clan and mine at loggerheads,
Our villages long at war;
For land which could easily be shared.
Separated by Umlangazi stream
…and how we met, circumstances un-forgivable.
The brutal Clan fight that night, brought
my eyes to a screeching halt.
A strange weakness.
I took her covertly.
Her name; a prize song.
Balongizo.
And so in my quiet quarters;
I sing for Balongizo.
I drink from her cup
I smell and taste the sweet aroma;
Of water from the dug well.
O! Balongizo I beam;
At the rhythm of your voluptuous waist
Wriggling your way out of bed!
Balongizo, my song pierces the air;
Like the roar of a lion.
Am the warrior that beheads an eagle in its flight,
The rhinoceros drops its horn at the stomp of my foot!
But Balongizo!
Am tamed by your love.
Your sheepish look, the giggle in your voice
But then I had to…
I let you out of site;
To re-unite with your clan
And now.
We meet on the rocks near the stream,
Sad the look in your bubbly egg white eyes,
when our eyes lock.
Will our ancestors forgive us if we eloped?
Far away to whence the sun sleepeth.
My Clan and your clan may never see eye to eye,
Balongizo ….run away with me.
Let me sing your name in entirety.