Saturday 16 July 2016

Darkness

                           I
And as I sat in pious meditation, listening
To the thoughts of the Universe, caught I was in a trance-
I saw the sun in her beauty pristine, softly glowing
As the flowers stretched to touch be face,
And men beach-bound basked merrily in ethereal rays;
But then something happened:
The Moon, Master of the Night appeared in the sky
And like a tombstone rolled in front of the sun;
Blinding God's eye; chaos!
The flowers like flaccid breasts drooped
And the children of men like troubled ants scattered as fear gripped their souls.
I watched in awe as Darkness stole Nature's beauty,
As Darkness made cowards of brave men.
It was at this point that a spectre,
Like smoke came forth from my nostrils;
Like a genie from a lamp it rose-

    It was Khalil...

                       II
And like a genie from a lamp he spoke, I know this
'Cause I have a genie in a lamp. "Greetings", he said, "Greetings".
Troubled by my vision, athirst for knowledge, I asked,
"Khalil, speak to me of Darkness, and how I may abolish it".
Unmoved by my impatience, he spoke,
     "He who seeks to abolish Darkness has
       within him the Source of Darkness,
       For he is like one who tries to fight the
         wind;
       Verily, is he not a part of the wind?
       For the wind abides in his lungs, and he
        in the wind.
       He who fears Darkness fears himself,
       For in Darkess are his deepest desires
        brought to Light.
       He who fears Darkness fears the Light,
       For what is Light but Darkness unveiled?
       Darkness can be likened to an egg, and
        Light the yolk;
       He who breaks the egg kills the chick.
       To abolish Darkness is to abolish Light,
       And to abolish Light is to abolish Life,
       Son of Man, even the Creator wallowed
        in Darkness
       Before He called forth Light;
       Why seek you to abolish life?

                         III
Defeated, disoriented, desperate
For the abolishment of Darkness I shrieked,
"Khalil, Khalil, is Darkness not the Father of evil,yea, the birthplace
Of all wickedness?"
With a sigh, he spoke,
       "The Godson entered this world
        through the gates of Darkness
       But was murdered in the Light of Day,
       Darkness was the midwife at the
         birthing of salvation on the cross,
       For only in the Dark did the Godson
        offer His sacrifice;
      Much good has been birthed in Darkness.
      Of all the wars that have been fought,
       how many
      Were fought in Darkness?
      Is Light not needed for evil to see?
      Even the evil that is perpetrated in the
       Dark, can only be wrought
      Upon the banishment of Darkness;
      Will the robber rob without his flashlight?
      Or the assassin without his night vision sniper?
      Darkness is the birthplace of good,
      For in Darkness do men dream dreams
       that propel them
      To do great things.
      Can the eye see without the pupil,
      Or the Moon shine without the Night?
      I have said before, Darkness is the
       birthplace of good;
      Teach all men of this Truth"

...And so I took a deep breath, and
Khalil with it.
Then NEPA took the light;
I smiled.

Sunday 10 July 2016

To my Coal-Coloured Cousins

Crushed squashed,  our souls
Munched, minds mangled,
Freedom strangled-
Kunta Kunte sings
Hakuna matata
             In chains as he works
On sugarcane plantations.

Luther Martin speaks:
"I have a dream,
A dream that my children
will not will not be judged
by the color of their skin... (sometime maybe)

But the Present, the Present,  it speaks:
"Coal-coloured American!
What do you do when
You see the badge,
When you see white sirens?"

"Say your (last) prayers,
I think"