Afrikan Heaven

Where heaven lies, I might never know.
I do know where I want to be today, in this moment.

I want to be in my skin.

I want to be here, standing on the Kalahari Desert sands

With the sun licking my mahogany skin. 

My heaven is here, in my grandmother’s hands that hand

Me a piece of fire baked maize bread that she kneaded with her 

Otherwise weathered frail hands.

Frank Malaba © 2011