A Poem

By Nkateko Masinga

I have seen the sun set

over the Serengeti

but I am yet

to see a more beautiful set

of eyes

than yours.

I have seen the semi-arid

sandy savannah

that is the Kalahari Desert

but I am yet to see

a more deserted landscape

than the one you leave behind

when you walk away.

I often look at you and think:

Your eyelashes

are a revolution

on your face;

a focal point,

a stirring,

an overthrow

of facial authority.

Kinshasa eyelashes.

A Cairo smile.

Chiselled cheekbones

like the Lesotho Highlands.

Tell me:

When did Africa decide

to build colonies on your face?