Queerly this afternoon, I chatted with a lizard
Who nodded at every question even when hard.
I took it as an insult, threw a stone at it.
He jumped, nodded in affirmation, confirming he is fit.
Calm, calm, calm! I told myself.
Lizards don’t usually, at death, get wreaths.
He nodded and paced off after a deep breath,
Leapt over a few of the bricks.
Till now, these I believe, were his tricks;
Confirm all, reject none and pace off,
Or, for humans, one can simply feign a cough.
Not all questions are meant to be answered
Otherwise through them, your fears are conquered.
Silence speaks better than a load of words for the wise,
And for us the fools, our words are always on the rise!
MUSEMA EDMOND
Musema Edmond Vuni, writer, registered and qualified Teacher of Literature and English language, MA Student of Literature and Thomas Stern Elliott. His Master’s research focuses on the representations of nature in Post-colonial African Poetry, where he seeks to explain the oneness of nature and humans on the continent, while delving into the degradation of the former by the latter and suggesting possible reconciliatory reforms…. He therefore has focused to study and focus majorly on poetry
