Breeze-Fired Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

I stepped outside the rim of my comfort zone
Unaware of the belt of insecurities around my waist
I was blindfolded by my desire to travel
I was pulled by the mystical rope of discovery
I was wallowing in a pool of excitement
I was intoxicated with joy

I stepped into the wilderness
And my feet were loosened
My eyes were opened
And my heart was filled with peace
I was in the home of the ancestors
I went to Tsodilo Hills (Botswana)
A natural spectacle
A spiritual day dream
I was in the realm of ancient history
And every bone in me was awake
I was among the first people of the Kalahari
I was inside the house of my ancient tribe
I am breeze-fired

I stepped into the shores of the Okavango Delta (Botswana)
I was captivated by her spectacular beauty
I was inside the garden of Eden
And my body was hospitalized in eternal tranquillity
My heart was a bowl of happiness
And my spirit rejoiced
I am breeze-fired