St. Francis College Marianhill Poem by Sicelo Sithole

St. Francis College Marianhill



And I could swear that all this time I was dreaming
Down there at the laundry, a dusty room with portraits of catholic religion
And behind those shattered glasses, shadows and walls
An old piano
Outside
A small field with corn, sugarcane, potatoes and fresh tomatoes we could ‘not’ have
Somewhere there behind those small metal scraps
Where ‘some’ of us prayed
An old spot for gazing at the stars whenever I missed home
I cherished the
Nights
Where there was immense
Singing and beat-boxing
Clapping and dancing, Hymning and rhyming
A chainless harmony
Of
Unsullied memories
The free spirit
Of
Days of colour, open spaces and pockets full of dreams
St. Francis College Marianhill
A place where poetry met art
Then the poets and artists
Made that very first start
Their lifelong journey of experience
And up there, the
“Ora”
As we called it
A stage for all the miracles
And Biko can testify
The joy that that small place could bring
This is where I first felt the strength of
Love
Religion
Poetry
Art
The Science
And the Silence
If there be a place
That I could forever hid my face
Let it be next to those
Walls, gardens, monuments of beauty and peace
For my heart will find peace there
It will find it will great splendor and ease

–Inspired by Don Laka’s and Alicia Keys Songs: Late Again & Try To Sleep With A Broken Heart (20 January 2010)

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Sicelo Sithole

Sicelo Sithole

Durban, South Africa
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