South Africa (Mzansi), my Next Destination

A poem inspired by the vibrant Gauteng Province: "Eyes of Love" In Gauteng's embrace, where sunbeams kiss the dawn, A mustard seed on South Africa's map, yet vast in spirit, Eleven languages weave a tapestry of unity, Color-blind hearts, seeing through the eyes of love. The morning sun, bright as our collective future, Paints hope across the horizon, igniting dreams, And in this bustling province, where hustle meets passion, We navigate life's traffic, weaving purpose into existence. Martin Luther King Jr.'s dream echoes here: "Black children and white children will play together," And so we do—beyond race, tribe, and prejudice, For Gauteng's beauty lies in shared laughter and kinship. Yet shadows linger—the oil's slippery hands, Seeping into the ocean, staining seabirds black, A reminder that our actions ripple through nature, The sacred mingling with the profane, life entwined. As the sea breeze whispers tales of decay, We must ...