While I decide what to do with my lovely blog, I’ve written yet another poem.
Apartheid has lived long enough to know that one doesn’t have to openly reign to exist.
Instead it has personified itself and has taken that lonely path that leads to a dark space,
And has secretly placed itself in a rather comfortable place.
You and I know not where it is but in some way we still find a way to embrace…it,
We reminisce and constantly remind ourselves about…it.
We carry on as though we have conquered it and put it in the past,
Even though we are clued-up that it is in a past not so far away.
Or maybe it’s in a present, where individuals spend one on one time with it every single…day.
What a daunting thought,
But let’s go on and put up a public display,
Hoping to convince one another otherwise once again.
Apartheid has taken its way and it’s in a dark place and has secretly placed itself in a rather comfortable place.
A war that kept a nation apart only to become an isolated fight,
And so I furtively work, work, work, spending my entire life trying to achieve more when in actual fact I’m working my way to freedom still,
working for freedom still.
Struggling to gain acceptance and to accept, and when I finally prove myself I say, “We’ve improved”,
But that’s when apartheid allures!
Because it’s evident that it’s all state of mind.
And every time I try to escape it I carry it.
It’s the day I lost it when I thought it had anything to do with you,
And if I am apologetic it will be for my ignorance.
We have allowed apartheid to take its way in a dark place and so it secretly placed itself in a rather comfortable place.
By Tumelo Mulaudzi (Mickey)