15/03/2020
Through the lens,
In the photographic studio,
Beside a burial parlour,
For the lost reference books,
A faceless expression,
Awaits to hear,
"Click.. Click...."
Who are you;
To do with the man's dream?
He sits,
He stands.
Do as he says,
For all styles,
No question, or destroy the dream.
He comes in.
His grey, a sign of wisdom.
Weather-beaten,
Lined with experience,
Was like the volume of his history.
A symbol of Life;
Half smiling, half serious.
At the end of the road,
Hard work it was, though.
But all sorted out,
Behind the camera,
"Cheese Cheese, Cheese".
They all went off,
Then I pressed the little button.
A smile of the new dream.
Now, he comes,
With a name from dead.
Just for one card,
With a beautiful suit,
Though from sales House;
Six months to pay,
Pay as you wear.
From Mapija,
To King Williams Town,
The map that stands,
Behind the man's back,
City of the Future!
Just in front of the city,
The flash goes off.
It comes to life;
The dream so clear,
Has come to true.
Recreational attempt on Athol Fugard's Sizwe Banzi Is Dead
Franklin Chidera
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