| Playful the school bell rung i run home jumped into play shorts i rushed to the play spot secluded at the base of the hill, we called it Kwa nokeng the thought of it made me swell with excitment a clear stream run out of the base of the hill from a natural spring, ooze sweet water the edges surrounded by fig trees the water bubbles through cracks of stones to pass through spongy earth and form a quite clear pool before escaping down hill it desceded the lash green grass to a bigger pool at the edge of fig trees at sunset its reflection give a sparkle that sooth the soul the surrounding area is covered with short couch grass giving a timeless feeling intertwined with sounds from birds and an occassional cry of a deciplined baby baboon wild berries of tomato relative grow endlessly surrounded by tall reeds, they were fun treasures to hunt fruits from fig trees made delight not only to monkeys but also to eager laughing boys using reeds as fighting sticks was more than fun echo of laughter flowed through the hills interwoven with sounds from enchanted baboons we run down the slope bare footed feeling the moist grass that give a tickle until the heart felt like it could burst homeward we went with a feeling of mingled joy |
| After the storm as the storm recedes i heard a gurgling sound saw dark brown water rush by carrying along debris of all sort probably to a big donga which will grow into a small river in turn to grow into a great river, the Limpopo the donga may just end at a pan nearby i heard the bellowing of a fork the enchanting sounds of birds young goats ran about seemily in celebration of food that will be scents of earth heavier than French perfumes intermingled with aroma of fresh dung attacked my sensory antenna hanging across were the seven colours i marvel at the majestic sight shades of soil explode from active black to ferric red |
| Sefhare hill where the spring originates with a pool at the fore front. photo credit: ricky madibela |
| Donkey ride (for Grand father) we put harnesses on them Camel and Yesteri were their names we hitched them to the cart grandapa stood few metres away to see that we did it right to warn us to be easy with them known as the fastest pair in the neighbourhood we small boys have to be carefull known for taking their riders through bushes indeed we have to be easy with them excited we waved him goodbye we headed towards the borehole drums wobbling inside the cart their sounds synergestic with galloping hoofs a sense of freedom overwhelmed us fresh air flew across our face hitting our ears to make a blissful feeling eyes became misty we laughed our lungs out and did not heed the warning we sang and let them fly and into the blue sky they went |
| A night of hunger It accompanied me to bed Gazing at an undefined personal roof did not advance the morning Miles away it crawled Meows from cats Lustful barking dogs Hooting of owls Laughter from an enthralled lover Added to the growling and rumblings At the wee hours of morning Sleep stealthily took resident I was guided to a restaurant The buffer teased the taste buds Only to wake up to the growling and rumbling |
| Fruit gathering with a startle i threw the blankets searched for the shirt and shorts i looked outside it is so bright and cool a perfect morning for mompodu excursion others were waiting we stealhily moved up hill least we attract the rivals the path went through a valley at first were trees slowly the landscape changed grass appeared, so tall boys could get lost convinced rivals were far we chatted about nothing really, little boys escapade cows, wild animals, girls like a slow train the scene kept changing the rolling hills created a exotic picture sqaure the valley became gentle the yellowish thatching grass appeared we smell it before we saw it the base of hill was dotted with mompodu trees the air was filled with sweet aroma the group split into two the yellow, juicy fruits waited expectantly for eager small hands with experience the sweet were picked hands worked swiftly to fill the bags regrouped we headed home with pride |
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