a likgaribe poem - Mr. Possibilities
i met a guy on the weekend who just affected me so much i had already drafted this poem, as it turns out i affected him just as much too.
Mr. Possibilities
On a hot sultry 10 o’clock morning I met him
in the bus dreadlocks and dark chocolate face he sat
his eyes spoke of an inner spirit that echoes the
sounds of deep caves in earths core
his voice was a song of men a song of African
heritage dark rich and melodious he spoke to me
of nothing he spoke to me of everything
rumbling on about trivial things in the seat behind
mine I asked him were he was from “I’m from here”
he said I asked him again “I’m from Gabs” this time
I asked him again “I’m a village boy from Modipane
beyond Oodi before Sikwane”I let my questions rest.
He asked me where I was from I told him I was from
two places He laughed, I asked him if that was funny
He said – no it isn’t. His spirit captured mine,
His words arrested my soul and cocooned it in a ball
of affection forever entwined to his spirit I saw in his
eyes hope and a belief in endless possibilities
I heard in his voice the mind of men the mind that never
fears or sleeps I sensed in his heart a strong soul
The spirit of Mr. Possibilities He is searching for a woman he
said, an African woman, a real woman, who understands
herself Who respects an African Man?
He said she is confident She is clean, she is a good woman
He didn’t want “no woman who gotta be on top”,
he’ll take her to a place A village surrounded by hills and
Mountains the village of “Morakalalo” “the place of
Chilling” And there they would get married
on his 29th birthday on the 25th November And
raise a big family with 6 children no less.
On a hot sultry 10 o’clock morning I met him
in the bus dreadlocks and dark chocolate face
he sat his eyes spoke to mine of an inner spirit that
echoes the sounds of deep caves in earths core
his voice was a song of men a song of African heritage
dark rich and melodious he is Mr. Possibilities
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