The baobab root

Strengthened, the baobab root
That wound underground
That pushes through the rocks
Separating all that awaits
Like a wriggling worm
The patience, slow and sure

All the way down, clamming
Tugging the source, water and earth
Sucking and swelling
Sucking and swelling

The heat of the sky, above
Foliage barricades
Tight trying-tight shading
Restraining the sucking sun
But still spotlights are there
There under the shadow

The root pushes-meandering
Sucking and swelling
Sucking and swelling
swelling the trunk
Exuberant, leaves forming

The branches stretches, heaved
The early fruits, the green leaves
All hailing to the root
As well birds of the air
Dwell secured within the height
Through all the seasons
The baobab root toils
Breasting for growth

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About Ephraim-Leo Chaparadza

A Zimbabwean who've fled from his country due the perils it was facing, the basic reason that first came in my mind when i've decided to fled was the condition of my two loved ones, sister and ageing grandmother, i wanted the best for them and to seek the means to expose my talent. Believe me, i've got worlds to share, i know life to a great sophisticated standard, though my english is not quite accurate, with the help of all on this site i'm positively sure i'll pull up. My father was a builder in the Rural areas of Murehwa in Zim, he passed away when i was five and that's how i got seperated from my mother when she returned to her first husband. And i was left in the hands of my aunt, she was a loving and one of the good role model of my life, she followed my father when i was eleven, and i was left in the hands of her children.I had to be passed from family to another and life wasn't quite good at all, i find it very hard to make peace with myself. For more about mylife, i'm on progress of my autobiography titled (The other border jumper). I've came to SA three times through risk means (under the spare wheels of trucks) due my conditon of not having anything to buy me a visa, this is the only choice i had. The third time is this, i've never been home after i've lost my grandma, work being a problem in Pretoria i've decided to come to Cape Town, with an aim to find a ship and sail away, but that wasn't God's plan. In the street i joined a Church (Christ Embassy) it was of great inspiration than any church i've attended before. A friend i met in this Church refered me to a project called Mylife (http://www.mylife.org.za/ ) The main task of the project is this, it empowers youth and children, especially from the street, role modelling and equiping them to be the caregivers of the future. This is where i'm staying now, where i've learned to use computers, and a lot more other things and i'm grateful.

Posted on April 23, 2009, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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