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46 Illuminating Flames Pathisa Nyathi The leaping crimson flames Of mopane wood fires Out in rural Kezi Still flicker large in my city mind. Ndebele folklore Traditions Mores Philosophies Told by the fireside Still guide me As I fumble and grope In the darkness of city lights. I remember my father Lying on his back Narrating story after story Night after night. Little did I realise then He was equipping me with a survival kit For a world gone too materialistic Too individualistic And too cold To care for us Its children. For the survival kit For the ability To adjust to different situations For the tolerance In the face of provoking situations 47 For these and many more Father I see you through the golden flames of wisdom And thank you warmly. ...

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