First Step

By Naphtali Banda

First fruit of joy with a size of a toy
Big enough to be held in a palm, child so calm
Not loud, so they couldn’t hear the first cry
Or, maybe it was just not audible enough

Born of clay, porter couldn’t delay to release
Sending to the market an unfinished product
Could it sale? Maybe?
Small in value likened to 1 Kg

Stranger to heat and yet needing heat to fit
Taken back to the oven until it became golden brown
And brown was his value
Strengthened by the flames that consumed many

Journey beginning with crawling
Multitudes despising this humble beginning
Thoughts enclosed in negativity, punctured by experience
Infected with failure, unable to sense success

For just like chiyiminina tente
The beginning of an end became an end to their thoughts
For their thoughts are not His
He that sees outside the circumference of vision had a mission

Sealed and stamped, gift of mankind
Unwrapped bright reflection, divine in nature
Blossomed from the shackles of wait
And that which had no breathe took the first step