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Wednesday, 23 June 2021

Inside my Zulu hut - Oswald Mtshali

It is a hive
without any bees
to build the walls
with golden bricks of honey.
A cave cluttered
with a millstone,
calabashes of sour milk
claypots of foaming beer
sleeping grass mats

wooden head rests
tanned goat skins
tied with riempies
to wattle rafters
blackened by the smoke
of kneaded cow dung
burning under
the three-legged pot
on the earthen floor
to cook my porridge.

Oswald Mtshali (born 1940) South Africa
Source: Poéfrika

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