Her seed has scattered across the world and blossomed across valleys
across countries
across continents
from Johannesburg to Berlin
children and grandchildren
the round of their faces
the eyes and thickness of their lashes
can be traced back to her face
scattered but never lost
for
her love flows through our blood
in oceans
her prayers ring in our ears
her affection can be seen in these tears that fall to the ground
as the sand hits the wood
she disappears
Vha tshimbile zwavhudi
no longer to walk through the yard of her village but her footprints they remain
look closely at the ground and see them leading to the papaya tree
planted with patience and sacrifice
it is bearing fruit
her labour of love is bearing fruit
her legacy -
a parting gift she gave to us
Vha tshimbile zwavhudi
Vha Tshimbile Zwavhudi
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