Freedom Day Freedoms

Never the same day

April 27th
Freedom Day
One collective
Celebration
Amongst many
Life
Not
Comparable to any
Other
Father
Daughter
Son
Mother
Living
Requires
No comprehensive
Cover

April 27th
A commemoration
Many peoples
One nation
Each in life
A unique station
Democracy
Assumed for all
A state of elation
Inequality
Still
Part of the equation
Breathing freely
The recommendation
Survivalists
For another year
Patient

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 27 April 1994 we went to the polls and abolished Apartheid forever from the statutes, but the separateness still lives in hearts and minds.


Today the beech outside my window
Is in full bloom
Like the few surviving daffodils
I’m reminded
Spring is here
It is needed in my step
To lighten up
My soul
Beckoning me outside
A voice calm and collected
Its vibrancy
Cannot leave me
Unaffected

Today the sun in my window
Is warm and bright
It offers the promise
Of instant delight
Come outside
Please
Bring your kite
The breeze my company
Utter delight
It will still be many hours
Before we
Again
Have the darkness of night

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, April 27, 2011

Chicken curry and lamb stew

Chicken curry
Lamb stew
Comfort food
Just the tiniest scraps of meat
Sugar beans in the mix
Humble dishes
A gastronomical feast

Lamb stew
Chicken curry
Served for one or many
Best taken sitting down
Instant taste sensations
Stimulating
Positive moods
A buzz and vibe
Difficult to describe

Chick curry
Lamb stew
Pressure cooked prestige
Sizzling black pot campfire flamed
Every nation offers its edition
To the vegetarians aversion
Rice or roti
Krummel pap in tow
Knife, fork and spoon
No distraction
Salivating… mmmmm finger licking good

The lamb is softening in the pressure cooker and the house is fragrant with its promised flavor. By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, April 27, 2011.

Soul Sewing

Bright
Yellow
Green
I could not resist
Two pieces of cloth
Transform to a skirt
Imagined
A great grandmother’s gift
Skills honed
Trapped in memory
A mother’s guidance
Swift

Red
White and blue tied dyed
Treasures shared over oceans
Mixing
Lucky finds
Riches in the ‘fill a bag bin’
Sewing my salvation
Working stresses from within
Creations over the years
Stayed the tears
Waylaid the fears
Shielded from the spears
Sewing the gift
A silent cure

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, April 27, 2011