(Dedicated to my late dad Stephano Mhango)
Riding a silent journey
No whispers or clatters
Why so like that?
We deserved an alarm
Stepping on secret stairs
No one seemed to know the destiny
Why without a siren?
Perhaps, a fine tune could be concocted
It was a song in Mwenitete-Kalambo
Sung in different tunes
Everyone knew his genesis on earth
Wouldn’t it be good like that by then?
He couldn’t have gone so urgently
If everyone sang his exodus before stint
24 January, 2015 couldn’t have been that bad
Had it been not ridden in privacy