In Search of Mbuyisa Makhubo

One must find peace in order to move on.
Now peace has become a nightmare
38 years of not knowing where this beautiful soul might have been
Mother died of heartache in 2004, asking God to bring back his son.
I can see the heroic notch in you on the Soweto Uprising photograph,
Monograph I have of you is that you were truly in the struggle.
Hector was in safe hands, I believe you conquered his fears,
What a brave 13 year old.

I do wonder if maybe you no more, where can I find you?
Surely at your gravesite somewhere I will say thank you.
I do wonder if you still thriving, Where are you?
Indeed, I will say you are the living struggle.

I have given myself this quest and I wish and hope to fulfil it.
A treasure like you belongs in legends and archives.
Probably mama Makhubo will also rest in peace
I can imagine those tears of many many years.
Trust me Mr Makhubo I feel the pain circumvent the imaginaries,
Your spirit I must say is reborn inside me.
Your act, compatriotism, comrade hoist keeps me going.
Thank you beautiful soul.

Vakele Genu


{This is going to be published tomorrow, Wed 8, June 2016. There was never a poem that speaks a brotherly love as this one. It also narrates and exposes the discourses of the June 16, 1976 -the untold stories and feelings that we may never know except if it were for writers like Vakele Genu}