We are One…

Coursing through my veins,

Insistent voices call out,

Across the concrete monoliths,

Dusted gold by Johannesburg’s winds,

Into the heart of these lands,

The voices call out,

‘we are one, you and I’,

the voices say,

As my blood thumps against the walls of my veins,

Breathing life into my words,

Offering solace,

‘we are one’,

The words echo,

Through those convoluted tunnels beneath us,

Where sweat and blood mingle in search for that shiny yellow metal,

Over the townships, where daughters and mothers, brothers and friends, seek shelter from the advancing night’s chill,

Soaring high into our African sky,

Burnished bronze, kissing us with today’s last rays of light,

‘we are one’,

They all say,

These voices of your father, these voices of my mother,

Speaking to us in isiZulu, isiXhosa, Afrikaans, Sepedi, Setswana, English, Sesotho, Xitsonga, Siswati, Tshivenda, isiNdebele, Mandarin, Gujarati, Swahili, Lingala, Hausa, Somali, Portuguese, Greek, Shona…

The voices, mixed with my blood,

Become me,

‘we are one’, they say, gently,

‘we are one’, I breathe.

We are one…