By Dr. Peter Wuteh Vakunta
They came severally,
They came collectively,
To the Holy city of Moria,
Abode of religious stamina.
Congregated at Kwenane gingerly,
They sang humbly and softly,
Mpoho-o! Mopho-o! Holy hymn-o!
Eyes glued to the sky-o!
In their midst there I was,
Between and betwixt,
Staring rather meekly,
As shepherds enjoined calmly.
Thou shall love your neighbor,
Thou shall forgive each other,
Thou shall not eat mopane worms,
Nor shall thou eat swine meat.
Kwenane not just a shout,
River that never dries out,
Come rain come drought,
Cradle of Zionist cry out.
Kwenane serpentine font
Revered baptismal fief.
Kgotso a ebe le lena!
Peace be upon you!
On that blissful day,
On 24 December 2019,
I plunged into Kwenane,
And emerged born again!
Cleansed of earthly travails,
Adulated by Z.C.C kith and kin,
Singing adulatory songs,
In honor of Modimo.
They were legion,
Of same religion,
Female and male dancers,
Outdoing each other in mokhukhu.
Z.C.C Brass Band—spectacle on its own.
Thanks to His Grace, the Right Reverend,
Bishop Dr. E. B. Lekganyane,
Tumiso a e ye go Modimo!
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