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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=530954" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>When</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=530954" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">When I can no longer feel the breeze upon my skin, <br>When the angels in heaven have ceased to sing <br>The graceful melodies that they sang through my life, <br>When the air in my lungs can no longer sustain my lifeless self. <br>When the cracks had torn the wall of the Hardap Dam <br>And water came out gushing like an untamed horse.<br>When the white Brahman cow no longer comes home<br> And when the cows in the kraal no longer have milk.<br> When their milk in their ducts have turned to yellow powder <br>That runs out of the nipple and mocks and laughs at me<br>While running down the hot Kalahari sands. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=530954" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">When all hope is lost and the birds can no longer build their nests; <br>When the hour hath come.<br> When the hour hath come.<br> Me, unprepared; <br> Running through the streets of the old town<br> With houses falling apart and sinking into the sand.<br>The clay surrendering its self and becoming part of the soil <br>And me about to become part of the soil too; <br>Running from one block to the other, street to street, hoping to save my soul.<br> My soul is dangling by a threat; thin and daring; <br>Smiling at me as if it would care less if I were to safe it. <br>In the streets I call. I rage into churches like a mad man. <br>"Where is the priest, " I asked. <br>"Upstairs, " said the altar boy.<br> <br>I ran upstairs, my soul hanging on a threat and me rushing to safe it. <br>It is funny that all these years I have lived like a pig, <br> Slept around like a bitch and drunk wine like it was the last time<br> I will ever smell its heavenly smell or feel its touch on my ravenous tongue. <br>I had neither wife nor children. <br>Life was a wild ride without stallions, but only my heart <br>And bodily desires guiding it in the dark and eating fruits of wisdom <br>And bathing in ephemeral happiness. <br>Now, when my heart can no longer desire and by bones have begun to crack<br> And the ligaments have begun to tear. <br>When the hour hath come, here I am. <br>Looking for a priest to safe my soul.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=530954" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> When I was about to open the door to let the priest baptize me<br> In the name of Christ the son of God, my heart failed me.<br> It skipped a heart-beat or two and stopped.<br> It ceased to pump and I saw her slipping on the threat, smiling at me, <br>Wearing a matter-of-fact smile as if she is not going to hell. <br>I try to utter a word or two to the priests who seems to be in complete shock.<br> I grope my left breast and began whining in agony<br> And before the priest could dip me in the holy water, <br> My soul was already gone. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=530954" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">She was gone and I could not safe her. <br>When the time raced like a jet <br>And every sound became tangled waves of languages I did not understand; <br>I lost her and never found her.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Tjizembua+Tjikuzu">Tjizembua Tjikuzu</a></strong></div>