Zebra PLAY !
Thank you, Zebra, Adorned with your own stripes, Iridescent and glittering creature, Whose skin is as soft as girls’ is; One on which the eye dwells all day, as on the solitary cow of a poor man; Creature that makes the forests beautiful, Weaver of lines Who wear your skin for display, Drawn with lines so clearly defined; You who thread beads in patterns, Dappled fish Hatching round the neck of a pot; Beauty spots cut to rise in a crescent on the forehead, A patterned belt for the waist; Light reflected, Dazzling the eyes. It is its own instinct, the Zebra’s, Adorned as if with strings of beads around the waist as women are; Wild creature without anger or any grudge, Lineage with a totem that is nowhere a stranger, Line that stretches everywhere, Owners of the land.
extract from a Shona Praise Poem from Zimbabwe
Š 2019, Balazs Fejes for the Imagemaking course. Thanks for the consideration :)