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.

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