Wednesday, March 29, 2017


MOONLIGHT

When night is nigh I sigh so high
A sigh of no might to say a lie
That I can survive the length of night
Without visions of you coming alight

...Sleep of the Just....Thabile on granpa lap


Loving the maverick you may be naive
Risking wrath and wreck a brave craze
But behold! I hold nothing back
For without you light turns black

Let me leave me to love and laugh
Yet it’s a lie for the pain is no bluff
Rivers of feeling flow so freely, swiftly
Times of sight of you fleet quickly.....

Not a soul got told this mood is for the moon
This lovelorn sojourn is a plea to see you soon
When last you ascended I was in deep sleep
When last you descended clouds buried you deep

Come out now moon mark the savannah moonlit
Come gracious quirky queen so the sky can be love-bit
For my culture makes a cult out of your night reign
It’s when you are up that us farmers wish for rain….


By Andrew Sesinyi.




Thursday, March 16, 2017





COME BACK BOTSWANA


Come back Botswana, come back bouncing

Bodily you are you, soulfully I’m doubting

You’re forlorn, you look dull and dreary

A far cry from past, when you were fiery

Fiery not of fire, but fiery of passion

You had quiet glamour, sedate fashion


I look at you now, Botswana, and I sadden

I’m saddened by your look, it’s my burden

Your past gleam in the eye, is now my cataract

You are sad Botswana, with broken contract

Your drivers have lost manuals, you’re adrift

Your stern Botswana, broke, leaving a rift


Yet I know as I sit here, writing sadness I wrought

That soon and very soon, your joy will be brought

I envision your serene come back, your peace returns

Your broken stern repaired, you’ll survive all turns

For I need you back whole, with no holes or fissures

You’ll be back Botswana, and devoid of mood seizures….


By Andrew Sesinyi

March 16, 2017