In praise of those who put the beauty of Africa at heart


THE BEAUTY OF LINES


For the one that is dear to me and mentor of my being

I have flipped through many pages
Tasting the lines of the great and the small.
Truly, in many, have I found the colours;
The colours of hope and love;
The colours of protest and violence;
The colours of counsel and advice;
The colours of pity and lamentations.
But here is the colour that surprises me.
The colour that is seen but not really recognised.
Here is the great colour of the lines
That soothes my eyes and my heart.

In a faint part of the northern land,
The dark blood irrigated the land
That produced the black shining beauty.
Ones adds nothing, one subtracts nothing
To beauty. Beauty is beauty.
Then, so he is, beauty
Beauty is deep within the mind,
The mind of this man; a patriotic.
The custodian of a rejected culture.
The northerner who looks beyond what he sees
To trace the beauty of the Malawian songs;
The myths, the legends, the folktales, the proverbs.
Beauty is the man that shares;
He shares to the eyes of all nature
That with their wisdom they should appreciate,
Appreciate the richness of the Malawian culture, landscape.
His artistic hand and a colour palette
On his mind work in unison
To paint a portrait of a vivacious village
To recall the mortality of Mother Malawi.




Poetry by Richard Chongo
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Written on 2008-05-08 at 16:35

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