When Wealth Dissipated Like The Morning Dew  

Ndaba Sibanda

 

A notorious worshipper of pleasure

and leisure, Mchazeko wasn’t blue

and heartbroken when his father

finally passed on after a long illness,

not by virtue of that he, by chance

thought that his dad was in a better

place, but because he had been

waiting, and the waiting was over;

to his uncle`s dismay, he jabbered

about an apt time to count his eggs

that had been hatched, he gabbed

about being in wealth and in charge!

 

Who wants to grab the inheritance?

Just relax, I`m not a seizer. Values

of humanity are far better than fights

for a dead person`s riches. Values

of decency are nobler that the love

of money. Your talk is sickening,

That`s taboo! Shameful! Wicked!

Your father hasn’t been buried, and

here you`re celebrating that you`re

in charge of his clean and sweated legacy.

Don’t insult us here, we`re mourning,

Your parents were responsible, smart

and focused, not idle ,foolish and vexing,

so glowered and growled his dazed uncle.

 

When Mchazeko was on drinking sprees,

taking home five or four dates at a time ,

he told his uncle that he owed him no

explanation, he was the only surviving

child of his deceased parents ,and that he

was entitled to have fun and live like a prince,

and that he shouldn’t be jealous and nosey.

 

His father`s great fortune was lost to gambling

and womanizing and to excessive drinking too;

everything was lost, it vanished into ashes

for he gambled away his inheritance

of two mansions and two costly cars,

in a record time of two months,

his dead daddy is understood

to have turned in his grave

before his enjoying inheritor

led a nomadic, alcoholic

melancholic existence.

 

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