At my knees
As I burn an incense,
early hours of the morning.
Fire from a candle,
A nip of gin, a shot to myself,
shot to my great warrior kings and queens
My dearest forefathers
a tin of snuff in my hand
Trying to connect with my inner being
Tradition that lingers on
An act of African customs
Significant gesture of gratitude
Calling them by their traditional names
oMvundle, oMsuthu, oBhayi ka Khetshe
I thank their riveting spirit
To have cleared my foot path,
endlessly watched over my head.
counting all my blessings.
It’s no mystery I’m still standing
Be it on the sideline or mainline
Life itself exceeds all benefits
As I mark three decades
and some odd years,
Bant’abadala (my ancestors)
You giving me a gift of life,
Yet for another try, for another day
Well packaged in a form of a birthday.
I shall continue with the cause
Rising and falling against the odds,
Just keep the light burning.