A NEW DAY

The cock crows, birds whistle in the air,
Mr. Hippo goes back to his home- the lake,
Flamingoes flapping their wings on the still waters,
A sign of a new day


The town dwellers, up and down the streets they go,
Cars, bicycles, lorries, handcarts, tractors,
Hooting carelessly in the streets,
A sign of a new day.


In the village, the milk man roams about declaring his presence,
The wind blows softly, sweeping the dew on the grasses,
Smoke is seen at everyone’s homestead,
A sign of a new day.

For it is a new day,
Let‘s forget about the past – yesterday,
Fight for the future, because it is right at our hand,
And try to accomplish our dreams, for it is a new day.

THE ORPHAN

Puuush, push, push,
Phew out through the door,
A bouncing baby from the red sea,
Red wine flowing like water in a waterfall,
With a twinkle of an eye, mum is out of breathe,
Doctors, nurses, midwives parading around mum,
Who stretches, gasps the air for the last time,
And finally, the end of life.


Dad nowhere to be seen,
The orphan happy, chuckling and excited,
To see the new world with the closed eyes,
Ngeeee’ ingeeeee, it struggles to attract everyone’s attention,
Mum in the dead world and dad nowhere to be seen,
Never knowing the sweetness of mum’s breast,
The orphan sucks from a plastic bottle.


Ooh, poor orphan,
I wish you knew what awaits you,
Without mum and dad’s love,
Your identity is just ‘The orphan’,
Your home is the orphanage,
But there is still hope,
Hope to live, on the hands of a Good Samaritan.