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The Golden Candle

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Flickering yet burning bright
Green breath, the smell of mint
This wicked wind will try in vain
To blow you out
On the other side of the street
Impatient hands are waiting
To hold you burning bright

This wicked win will try in vain
To blow you out
Spreading
HIV and swine flue
Distorting economies
Turning brother on brother
Heating the skin of our mother earth

This wicked wind will try in vain
Because stone men and women
With unyielding faith
Are busy building
A gigantic shield

Epiphanie Mukasano

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Mount Kilimanjaro

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A year is born, new resolutions
Mine is one, huge and clear
Earth pulling down
Mind pushing uphill
A war with Newton’s laws

My blue backpack a burden
Cold biting nails
Feet dragging up, up…pole pole*
Until my bottom rests upon
The white-headed peak
Trembling
I shake God’s mighty hand

From the top of Africa
I will come back full-handed
My blue backpack a blessing
Black Moses returned
A dream become real

Lest I forget
I will dig my soil deep
I will speak my father’s tongue
I will sit on a woven mat
I will gobble a yellow plate
Of banana plantain
Mixed with mountain beans
Tender onions in palm oil
A mound of my mother’s food
Mount Kilimanjaro on my lap

*pole pole = slowly slowly

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Biography

Epiphanie Mukusano is originally from Rwanda where she used to be a teacher. She has a Master’s degree in English Literature and now lives as a refugee in Cape Town with her husband and children.

Her poems have been published in Living on the Fence (2007) a collection of writing by women who are refugees from various countries in Africa. Epiphanie contributed When a name is lost to the collection of birth stories Just keep breathing (Jacana, 2008) and Cambridge University Press has published her children’s story Shema and the goat (2009). Epiphanie’s poem comes from her first poetry collection Kilimanjaro on my lap.

Epiphanie Mukasano

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Biography

Epiphanie Mukusano is originally from Rwanda where she used to be a teacher. She has a Master’s degree in English Literature and now lives as a refugee in Cape Town with her husband and children.

Her poems have been published in Living on the Fence (2007) a collection of writing by women who are refugees from various countries in Africa. Epiphanie contributed When a name is lost to the collection of birth stories Just keep breathing (Jacana, 2008) and Cambridge University Press has published her children’s story Shema and the goat (2009). Epiphanie’s poem comes from her first poetry collection Kilimanjaro on my lap.

The Golden Candle

Enlarge poem

Flickering yet burning bright
Green breath, the smell of mint
This wicked wind will try in vain
To blow you out
On the other side of the street
Impatient hands are waiting
To hold you burning bright

This wicked win will try in vain
To blow you out
Spreading
HIV and swine flue
Distorting economies
Turning brother on brother
Heating the skin of our mother earth

This wicked wind will try in vain
Because stone men and women
With unyielding faith
Are busy building
A gigantic shield

Featured Poem:

Mount Kilimanjaro

Enlarge poem

A year is born, new resolutions
Mine is one, huge and clear
Earth pulling down
Mind pushing uphill
A war with Newton’s laws

My blue backpack a burden
Cold biting nails
Feet dragging up, up…pole pole*
Until my bottom rests upon
The white-headed peak
Trembling
I shake God’s mighty hand

From the top of Africa
I will come back full-handed
My blue backpack a blessing
Black Moses returned
A dream become real

Lest I forget
I will dig my soil deep
I will speak my father’s tongue
I will sit on a woven mat
I will gobble a yellow plate
Of banana plantain
Mixed with mountain beans
Tender onions in palm oil
A mound of my mother’s food
Mount Kilimanjaro on my lap

*pole pole = slowly slowly

How does this featured poem make you feel?

  • Amazement (1)
  • Pride (1)
  • Optimism (0)
  • Anger (0)
  • Delight (0)
  • Inspiration (1)
  • Reflection (0)
  • Captivation (0)
  • Peace (0)
  • Amusement (0)
  • Sorrow (0)
  • Vigour (0)
  • Hope (0)
  • Sadness (0)
  • Fear (0)
  • Jubilation (1)

The Golden Candle

Enlarge poem

Flickering yet burning bright
Green breath, the smell of mint
This wicked wind will try in vain
To blow you out
On the other side of the street
Impatient hands are waiting
To hold you burning bright

This wicked win will try in vain
To blow you out
Spreading
HIV and swine flue
Distorting economies
Turning brother on brother
Heating the skin of our mother earth

This wicked wind will try in vain
Because stone men and women
With unyielding faith
Are busy building
A gigantic shield

Comments

  1. Try Off the Wall and Grounding Sessions at Tagores in Observatory. Otherwise, follow us on Facebook and Twitter, we post about both local and international poetry events!

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