How can I forget you?
With so much reflective reminiscence
Of the struggle that you evoke
Of a determined epicenter
From the sonorous voice
Of the late Ozzidi king
Lamenting the fire
Burning ceaseless in thee
And the recollection
Of the piles of posters
Making its way out of the press
Of the erstwhile New Nigerian Newspapers
Went in to witness
A place with so much history
Giving voice to the voiceless
From its few uncowed champions
On your single tiny street
Where Mandela and Desmond Tutu
Measure their shoe sizes
Stepping out to your higher calling
Covid scared tourist still seek
Your fluty history your memorable warmth
Yet in an almost contradictory
Though not too surprising
Are the ubiquitous presence
Of street urchins, oozing in alcoholism
In amazement stood I
Navigating through your streets
Listening to a proud guide
Reeling out your heroism
Oh, Soweto
What a rich place you occupy
In the annal of history
On the pathway to freedom.
©TheVillageBoy