Dear, dear Mvumbi
(you who are
like the precious water
poured out from royal blue ezulwini
raining down the head,
raining down on Nokukhanya’s head),

on raging cane fires
you poured yourself out.

On hot-headed souls
you dealt out cool, calm, living words.

In the face of injustice
you discharged truth
and made the ignorant blush.

You walked in dignity.
You taught with integrity.
You modelled in humility.
You loved with nail-pierced passion.

My father,
we live in a dry, parched land.
Teach us again
to draw from the jumping fountain
which never runs dry.

Let us see once more
the boundless grace
in continuous rain.

Amen.
 

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NaPoWriMo — Day Three:   Write a poem in the form of a fan letter to a celebrity. This could be a celebrity from long ago. You could write to George Washington or Dorothy Dandridge, Marie Curie . . .

I chose to write to one of my heroes:  Chief Albert John Mvumbi Lutuli
His preferred isiZulu name, Mvumbi, means “unbroken rain.”

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