Wednesday 23 April 2014

ROAR LIKE A SIMBA VERSION OF KNOCK KNOCK!!

We played it every school morning till I was six,
My mum would come to wake me up,
And I would pretend to be so asleep,
Then she would go and call my dad,
Who would come to me saying these words,

ROAR LIKE A SIMBA”.

I’d pretend to sleep till he got right close to my bed,
Then I would get up, and jump right into his arms,
Roaring like a simba, and then say to him, “good morning papa!!”
He would kiss me on the fore head and tell me how much he loved me.
We all shared a game

ROAR LIKE A SIMBA

This was no any ordinary roar
More than a simba’s roar
It was a roar of faith.
Until that day when the ROAR never came
Then my uncle wakes up one morning
And takes me on a never ending ride past sugar cane plantations,

ROAR LIKE A SIMBA

Until we reach a place with a great number of people, with long faces.
A confused of a boy I entered the compound’s gates with my cousins.

ROAR LIKE A SIMBA

We reached a hut with too many elderly people
Seated in a fashion like lions in mourning

ROAR LIKE A SIMBA

Then I saw my mum seated sad and ran to her
Before I got to her I saw my dad’s pic
And diverted my ran to a different direction towards it,
Only to be confronted by this big box,
I climbed onto a stool to see what was in,
And it happened to be him.

ROAR LIKE A SIMBA

I said hoping that he would wake up and hold me into his arms

ROAR LIKE A SIMBA

I said hoping that he would wake up and kiss me in the fore head

ROAR LIKE A SIMBA

I said hoping that he would wake up and tell me how much he loved me
Then my mum pulls me away before my papa even says a word
And for years he hasn’t said a word,
And so 16 years later I write these words
For the little boy in me who still awaits his father’s SIMBA ROAR
Papa come home ‘cause I miss you
I miss you waking me up in the morning and telling me you love me,
Papa come home ‘cause there are things I don’t know and thought you could teach me
How to shave,
How to play table tennis,
How to talk to a lady,
How to walk like a man,
Papa come home, ‘cause I want you back and I want to be an engineer just like you.
And 16 years later this little boy cries in me and so I write these words
And try to heal
And try to father myself,
And dream like a father,
 Who says the words my father did not live to forever say

ROAR LIKE A SIMBA

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