I am amber with the fire for change burning in my soul.

It is the kind of amber that burns not to consume but to purify.

It is not the traffic light kind of amber for caution but one that says,

‘Listen, that is the sound of my heart beating and exercising its duty

To circulate consciousness within and without this soul capsule.


Today, my amber engulfs my hair and makes me look like

The burning bush in the wilderness.

My amber-flicker eyes see through the calloused faces

Of the greedy men who rub their faces into the sands of

A soulless desert floor.

I hear them sing the anthem of an obliterated land that swallows

My heart and keeps my bones and flesh to boil in the kitchen of ignorance.


I sit on the edge of my cliff of dreams at sunset and see

The sun resonate his amber warmth to remind me that

 I am still the man my people need.

One who can breathe in anger and exhale kind hopefulness

For a generation of seekers.



Frank Malaba ©2013

Published by: Frank Malaba

Frank Malaba is an actor, playwright and a published poet. He was born in Bulawayo, Zimbabwe and currently resides in Cape Town, South Africa. He has performed on stage and television in both countries. He has a passion for using poetry, storytelling and theatre as a method of healing for both himself and others. His poetry has been presented both at home and abroad. Frank is currently developing a two-man play entitled “Broken Pathways” which will be touring internationally. In 2014 Frank was recognised by Mail & Guardian's 200 Young South Africans as an Achiever in the category of Arts & Culture.

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