My father took the way of the cowards
And he indebted himself to religious beliefs
And he filled his heart with the words of Paul.
He lay canal with a woman of the lord
And forth came a quartet of children
And later that night he was hanging on a tree.
The noose was pressed to his gullet and longer could he breathe
And later that morning he was found cold to the bone.
I cheated death when I was starving,
As a little boy I was starved and stunned.
So I traveled far to the place of gold and
I followed the driver as he cut across the mountains
And I noticed that he had cut across the border post
To another sky with a different dome.
It dawned on me I will chase the wind
For I have traveled far in search of breathe
Where the horizon is at vicinity compared to home
And home is farther than the eye can directly see.
I have traveled in search of just the light.
My name is Thabani Khumalo and I am LOB.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem