I pass by the frayed tin shack
adjacent to a double storey brick red mansion
that belongs to my beloved mother.
old Taabu at the shack, in raggedy sack clothes
Implores me for a morsel, of what would be my ten o’clock
bread which I give to him… pithily
Like all mornings; four years on
mother prayed for the old man today
that the good Lord may have mercy
and provide him with food and shelter.
© Namunyu Molenje