Come, come, and let us go
through the eyes of time’s portals,
to the magical, ancient land of Thuso,
where ordinary (wo)men, mere mortals
dare to do the sacred work of angels and saints.
Come let’s celebrate and bear witness to life’s miracles;
blinded eyes, filled with love, wondrous works do so create,
Limp, lame limb, fueled by fires of creation, sculpts and paints.
Come, and let’s reclaim our humanity and our spirit rehabilitate.
Come, come, and let us go to Thuso.
In her healing waters let’s be drenched,
our souls’ hunger and thirst, finally quenched.
In this feast of silence, words, music and sacred dance,
let’s lose ourselves in Nomkhubulwane’s mysterious trance,
Listen to sacred clicking sounds, deep from ancestors’ lips torn.
Come, come and let’s watch Peacock’s daughter share her inner light,
reminding us that we all weave a single tapestry, one mosaic of perfection.
Come, come, and let us go now, to the ancient, magical, healing land of Thuso
And seeds of joy, connection, faith, time, energy, talents, love and laughter we’ll sow!
(c) Juliet ‘Kego Ume-Onyido 2014
(All rights reserved). www.JulietKego.com
P.S: We all have something in us to give. Nothing is too little to give. How awesome would it be if the children at Thuso, randomly got gifts from Canada, South Africa, Swaziland, Malaysis, Nigeria, USA, France, Botswana…..…Every community has its own version of Thuso, so remember to spare a thought for our sisters and brothers who seek bread, shelter, clothes, dignity and compassion. They have given us so much already. Let’s make them know we didn’t forget. I am so thankful to have met you all. #PostcardsFromAfrica #MAUNBotswanaPoetAvangoPSILoveYou!