Inside My Zulu Hut
Oswald Mbuyiseni Mtshali.
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My Poem
Inside My Zulu Hut
My poet
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.
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