The Birth Of Our Little Nation

By Tshepi Makhatha

It was foretold, millennia ago,
that when the moon finally eclipsed the sun,
taken its rightful place as number one
among the stars, we, too, like the Earth’s sky,
would give rise to only one son.

Then, from our shared rib, yours and mine,
split in two, we would give birth to Gemini;
twin Shebas;
beautiful Cleopatras with eyes of granite
and skin made of bronze coins – not silver 
and we would treasure them all like gold.

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