Folktale of Names

By: Mbimda Ali Mbishida

All of us are drench of dust in sand,

All of us are wine of water in rain.

No one can be named Lucy or Lois,

No one is Victor or Micheal

But time and chances happen to all.

I don’t know what they’re talking about,

All I see is foolishness and nonsense

Bcos I’m aware of the earth’s skin

and I know it doesn’t have a name.

For it's nothing, but a shadow.

Days are tangle with weeks,

weeks with years, and years in time.

Time can't just be cut with knife,

Nor to be fold with names...

They are robbed by days and nights

At a distance, then at bay.

So, by what name are you call?

You are named or not named?

Just like them more than the flowers

and speak with a heartful tame

It judges none than a true lame tale.

Let me confuse things no more,

But ignite the flame to give you light,

And a fragrance alive and crackling.

Don't mind the sad labels and letters,

the uncertain of born and names.

Purpose is what makes the difference,

In the spread of time and season.

Behold your meaning and fulfilment,

pursue it to the later_vigour and resilience, 

Then you got a name for yourself.