MY BABY.... SHE'S ALL I GOT!
Feelings, in whatever mood matter sometimes...
If I must open the window of my heart and let you see the real backdrop behind this narrative... this is it.
After being let down by my first daughter and after we've agreed for her to meet her little sister for the very first time... I was very distraught. She withdrew at the last minute.
I went to bed with a very heavy heart. I believe the Spirit whispered inside my sad heart these sweet words in the dead of the night.
I tossed and turned as I began to listen to my heart, comforting and propping and lifting me higher than I thought I could ever climb.
Everything else is history after this amazing encounter of wrestling with these incredible words and lines in my heart.
Waking up the following morning was nothing but a formality as I began to smooth all the way to my last verse.
Yes, yes... She's My Baby and She's All I Got!
Reflections, realignment, retracing and recollections of the life spectacled usually incognito to the same man who lived it.
I am the man I am talking about here in these reflections, realignment, retracing and reflections of the very life of mine... which remains incognito to me.
One heart beating for me out of eight billion souls not bad at all.
Phelo is my heartbeat, my sunrise and sunset. Lala colours my dark nights with her precious smile...
Her beautiful face shines through the stars and moon. She’s my coolest breeze in my restless nights.
This is Pikelela Speaking....
My Baby... She’s All I Got!
Reflections, realignment, retracing and recollections of
the life spectacled usually incognito to the same man who lived it.
These old shoes could tell their tale if God afforded them the ability to speak like the legendary talking donkey.
If all the tracks of my shadows left permanent marks
everywhere... they would fill the whole Planet of Africa.
What about my fingerprints and DNA splattered all over the
landscape of my miserable life?
Is there a recourse for this man to look back and
say... Indeed I made it in life. These are all my footprints and trademarks!
Well, according to moral standards this world uses to
measure a man... Let it be said:
Since all the images of his past look rather flimsy
and fuzzy, is there a chance to take a look at his offspring, his children?
A man can be proud and brag about his wealth and riches beyond
the reach of regular people.
But having children behind one’s back is the greatest.
Priceless in a heart of any man.
In the twilight of my years I woke up yesterday with a
heavy heart and a question.
Just how many of my children are within the length of
my elbows?
Can I touch and feel any of them with these trembling hands
of mine?
Which face amongst the children of my loins do I see
every time I look back over my shoulders?
Behold. Children are an Heritage of the LORD: and the Fruit
of the Womb is His Reward.
As arrows are in the hand of a Mighty Man so are Children
of the Youth.
Happy is the Man that hath his quiver full of them.
They shall not be ashamed, but they shall speak with
the enemies in the gate.
Hello my friend.
In case you didn’t know this. A quiver in ancient
Israel used to carry a maximum of seven arrows...
By design... every living man in this world, should have at
least seven children in his lifetime.
Liziwe, Mabel, Boniswa, Lala... is my last-born. Yes
you got that right, all these names in one ID.
To me, She’s My Baby... She’s All I Got! She’s Phelo my
last child and pride of this old heart of mine.
Even though we live some 400km apart for the greater
part of the year... She never forgets she still has a father in me.
Hello Tata. How are you today? She’d call or message me.
O God. No eye can see nor ear hear and heart feel...
just how precious these words sound inside my lonely heart!
With tears in my eyes, I look up towards Heaven and thank
God for remembering me through the child of my loins.
She’s My Baby... She’s All I Got!
One heart beating for me out of eight billion souls not bad
at all.
Phelo is my heartbeat, my sunrise and sunset. Lala colours
my dark nights with her precious smile...
Her beautiful face shines through the stars and moon. She’s
my coolest breeze in my restless nights.
Now Israel loved Joseph more than all his children,
because he was the son of his old age.
She’s My Baby... She’s All I Got!
Like the aging Israel, I have Phelo, the child of my
old age to keep my heart beating!
I love all my kids to bits. Zuko, Yanga, EJ, Caroline and
Anathi my grandson.
This heat of the moment belongs to Phelo.
She’s My Baby... She’s All I Got!
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