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;
beautiful Cleopatras with eyes of granite
and skin made of bronze coins – not silver
and we would treasure them all like gold.