“It has to do with sounds.

Natural sounds from far up north.

Sounds of rivers with gentle waterfalls.

Sounds from trees though still.

Sounds from the mountain in their fix.

Sounds not only from chirping birds,

Also from least thought of pigs.

Creaking doors tenderly pushed ajar,

Whispers of wings in the divine space,

All in the likeness of melancholy thoughts.

Many, many years will go by,

Pain will be reduced to understanding,

Tears will spell out acceptance…

A boy so adored will grow to find solace in the music of the Ancestors for decades to heal. ”

~Jerry ‘Monk’ Molelekwa Father of Moses Taiwa Molelekwa