On your wedding day

{I wrote this poem for my sister} On Your Wedding Day. The time of day has come when one’s dream has finally become reality. When all kinds of acts and thoughts are focusing on one thing; bring happiness. With deeds and talks feeding family, friends and foes who wishes you nothing but miracles in compliments with unseen and unheard curses of struggle, you made your choice! With gossip spiced by fools who are foes you managed to formalize fouls founded by hypocrites by closing windows. With problems occurring so instinctively caused by leaders of magic to abominate your association with your companion, you made the right moves. With pressures accompanied by ignorance from blinded gossips who became hypocrites unaware of their habits because of their stupid habits that did them no good except darken their visions, you provided yourself a substitute. With fashions changing in times you became an ‘African model-c’ with deeds and tongues and still valued your roots, unlike the so-called “model-c” who are fully Westernized as if Europe is their mother land. With pressures in teen days you went schooling in foreign provinces with an aim and had a strong backbone that always backed you-up, unlike the so-called “teen-techs” who returned home carrying big filled stomachs that did them no good except shorten their youth and give adults pain. With teens talking in informal tongues to alienate adults in communication to prevent adults from giving advice, you adopted the style and went with the flow yet respected parents and followed footsteps. With stages in life occurring so fast that uninformed young stars became unprepared parents because of the unrectified advice fellows had given with humor to reach unnecessary status in life with their unprepared minds that were challenged during then, you listened to your eldest. With fellows who learnt from their mistakes now waiting for coward passers-bye in material wealth to give transfer in brand citizenship, you waited for the right moment and planned ahead for promotions to occur. Now that you’ve a companion in life, and decided to get married, let it not be the marriage of the Western cultures but rather that of ‘African’ , where in your former culture we say, “lebitla la mosadi ke bogadi” and when facing rough patches, let not friends be consultants while elders are still on earth and healthy minded. To your place, Africa your land is occupied already, and gossips are nonetheless limitless, with your experience from your former brand, please respect each other and not forgetting to close windows, for soft dust might enter and affect you all if not careful. Now that you are a middle person between the two cultural clans, please play your part responsibly. Now that time is aging us, and today you are no longer of my brand, guess what?, “blood is thicker than water”, so no matter how far you might be going, you’ll always be my sister. On my behalf and the families’, Pheladi Baatseba Mante Marishane, otebereketse, Congratulations, you are officially promoted!