Do you mourn for the unknown ?
Cry for the voices you’ve only imagined ?
Miss the faces you only pictured ?
Repeat the talks you could’ve had with them in your head ?
Do you enjoy the lives you never witnessed ?
Laugh to jokes that’s only hearsay ?
Do you see their eyes in your look ?
Hear their echo in your voice
Feel them pulling you their way ?
Do you sit around wondering
who among them is rooting for you ?
Who’s the idealist like you
Who’d bet his rest to nyamuzinda
Saying “my blood will thrive ndakakwanga”
How do you mourn the unknown loss ?
The countless faces and names you never pronounced
Do you comb and recomb your hair thinking about their style ?
Does the mirror seem uncertain to you ?
Do you talk to the liquor in your glass
Wondering if beer was more classy then ?
Do you look up to them when you’re feeling down
Wondering how it would be if they were around?
Does your voice betray you
when you are about to say their name ?
Do you even call them dad , uncle or aunt in your head ?
Do you feel proud and yet afraid to disappoint ?
Honestly tell me , dear rotten fruit
how do you treat the familiar strangers
hanging on your family tree ?
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