Lonely Like a River.

Lonely Like a River

It is fine to see the outside so hazy
After rain, sadness
And darkness creeps in

Dark clouds weakening the day
Rivers are back to rolling
Following a strong chime
Down the closed throats of heroes & heroines

I look straight
In the red Sahara on my head
The stars soaking wet, sinking
I'm a hole refrigerated in fear

I want to run back
To hide in the hills of my heartbeats
I want to lick dry my bull hopes
Of crossing this river

Of solitude.

Lukas Dominikus Mkuti was born in Mozambique, but grew up in Tanzania where he started school. On returning to Mozambique after the country became independent, he taught English at Josina Machel Secondary School in Maputo. He studied journalism in New Delhi, India. He holds an M.A, from Thames Valley University, London, and a Ph.D. in Language, Reading and Culture from the University of Arizona. He is presently Senior Lecturer in the School of European Languages at the University of the North, Qwaqwa Campus, South Africa.