UBUNTU

 

they never left 

in our bones and marrows, they melt 

they are always with me till the end 

our ancestors will blend 

their voices tiny when they whisper 

but base is deeper 

they ring caution to the ears 

less you’re caught in terrible fear 

we carry on the genuinity of our clan

no need to raise a magic wand 

our skin already radiate the texture 

it’s all domicile in our culture 

during tales at night, they abide 

relieving memories while seated by our side 

the moon illuminates in splendor 

the evening air moves in grandeur 

even when we sleep, they keep watch 

in dream world, they lit our path with a torch 

‘carry on and fear not’

‘if harm comes near thee, we will clot’

@talk2leigh

6:28pm

17 Mar 2026