A return to innocence,
We always idealise about,
But impossible through experience,
As we watch the children playing,
Enjoying mother nature,
Walking barefoot on the green grass,
And wandering about everything,
Questioning constantly,
Who?What?When?Where?Why?How?
As they are peaceful,
In a surreal kind of harmony,
With the universe-
As it rotates,
Round and round,
In a designated sphere,
Always returning,
To the previous point,
Never the same.
Still Living on my Feet is the follow up to Tichaona Chinyelu’s first book, In the Whirlwind, which was rooted in a sense of hard-hitting revolutionary black love. However, in this sophomore effort, Tichaona brings the revolutionary essence from deep
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