Poem
Julius Chingono
Kudzai
Kudzai
Kudzai
Kudzai,when your first birthday passed
without a word
without a symbol
you kept quiet;
and when your second passed
without a present
without a party
you kept quiet.
But when your third birthday passed
you made your own car,
a mud car you drove around,
making your own world,
making your life with care
at the closed gate of privilege.
© 1996,
From: Flag of Rags
Publisher: a joint publication by Quartz Press and Hippogriff Press, Johannesburg
From: Flag of Rags
Publisher: a joint publication by Quartz Press and Hippogriff Press, Johannesburg
Poems
Poems of Julius Chingono
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Kudzai
Kudzai,when your first birthday passed
without a word
without a symbol
you kept quiet;
and when your second passed
without a present
without a party
you kept quiet.
But when your third birthday passed
you made your own car,
a mud car you drove around,
making your own world,
making your life with care
at the closed gate of privilege.
From: Flag of Rags
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