KNOCK KNOCK !!!


ROAR LIKE A SIMBA VERSION OF KNOCK

KNOCK!!

As a boy me, my mum and dad shared a game,

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

For every lesson I fail to teach here

Remember these words

Shave in one direction with strong deliberate strokes to avoid irritation,

Thus you stay focused in your faith

                                 Dribble the page with the brilliance of your ball point pen,

Thus you work hard and smart in your walk of faith

Walk like Joseph and your Mary will come to you

You be good and you will meet good people in your walk in faith.

No longer will I be there to roar for you

So you must learn to roar for yourself,

ROAR ROARdown the doors of tribalism and poverty that I could not,

ROAR ROARon doors of opportunities for your friends and family,

ROAR ROARon diligence for the sake of your children,

ROAR ROARfor you not for me as long as you are free these cave can’t contain my spirit

The best of me still lives in you

ROAR ROARwith the knowledge that you are my son and you are my daughter

But you are not my choices

Yes we are our father’s sons and daughters

But we are not their choices

But despite their absence we are still here

Still ALIVE, still BREATHING

With the God given power to change this world to the better,

One little boy and one little girl at a time

We will always roar

And so I Say

ROAR ROAR

Who’s there?

We are!!!

 

By jnr Patrick Steven Maunda

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