| ALL I HEAR
my grandfather, looked to the earth for the scent of survival and just carried on the way he knew how my grandmother, listened to her heart for the power of revival and just carried on the way she knew how now the grandchild, not sure how i just carry on, looking and listening in this jungle, swarming with danger snakes creep between the teeth with deadly venom but haven't wiped their feet to enter this house, of my heritage so all i hear is the hissing sssavagesss! sssavagesss! my grandmother, worked with her hands to make a living and just carried on the way she knew how my grandfather, walked far with his feet made an impression and just carried on the way he knew how now the grandchild, unable to work it out i just carry on, working and walking around this farmyard, littered with malice dogs having their day menacing and threatening but lost their way lost their teeth, from biting their nails so all i hear is the growling grrrrr! grrrrr! my grandfather, played mbira with his heart gave thanks and praise and just carried on the way he knew how my grandmother, sang from her soul gave thanks and praise and just carried on the way she knew how now the grandchild, out of tune i just carry on, playing and singing in this studio, deafening with noise fancy decibels echo in the ears fascinating and resonating but can't find the melody when the senses are not in harmony so all i hear is feedback n�waaah! n�waaah! my grandparents fulfilled their lives enjoyed their youth and just carried on, living and loving my grandparents lived a full life embraced old age and just carried on, living and loving now the grandchild, with a void to fill i just carry on, the way i know how in this wilderness, fraught with hazards wicked hearts beat in cages caught up in rages but haven't found the rhythm to move along with the drumbeat so all i hear is the blasting b'boom! b'boom! � Tawona Sithole was featured as part of Voices From Africa Exhibition St Mungo Museum Glasgow Oct 07-Mar08 |
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