Ode To Days Gone By

| Monday June 30, 2014 06:59

Gone are those days when the moonshine meant  a lot to the sons of the soil, there were many interpretations attached to the light, the heat from the sun,followed by corocodiles and hippos basking in the sun because it was a sign the rain was coming.

From the North and from the South, the steam engines numbers 39, 45 and 52 were heard pushing and manoeuvring through the thick forests of Kalahari, like snakes from the thick forests we could hear the hisses and feel the aroma from the lakes of Kasane,the breeze from  the Chobe river.

The silence from Tsodilo hills brushes away the carcasses of dead animals. From Ramatlabama to Ramakgwabana the fish line cuts through the steam engines. A wooden spoon remained a spoon, whilst now chameleons who change their colours, the winners become the losers and vice versa. What a strong grip from the mechanical   and electrical  workshops.

Talking and speaking are both good, as long as every game is played according to its  rules, a referee with thick bears on his chin will not be able to see the flowing tears on children s faces and catapults shall be used to kill the ants no more birds of the sky. We agree and believe every human being has a tail and that tail is called the coccyx, why admire beauty instead of ugliness; the springled spiral spider belongs to the Pringles family. Wait a minute and wait a second, there is no smoke without fire an echo is heard from the forest.

Who are you in my vine yard? A dragon has teeth to tear, swallowing eagles is no problem, and tigers never twist tails but curl them. A strong and powerful demonic spirit from demons only complicated issues, for what is meant for you belongs to you. When grounds are levelled paddles are removed for the rake never leave stones unturned, God gave us ears to hear and eyes to see even the rubble knows the strength of  the rake’s teeth.

 

OB.Man-Man Goepamang