Two Days To Christmas Day Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

I battled crowds everywhere,
Laboring through heat so high,
Each step punctuated by pain,
On my virgin groin which was
In intermittent bites of pinches,
That told the story of old, that
To me would soon be born a son

No manger in the town of Manzini,
But taxis going up and down. No
Dubais too in the day, but buses
With Albion engines that sounded,
Their baritones loud.

Amidst this hustle and bustle, I
Walked tunnel visioned by the moves,
Of a new life ready to be born, for
It was as if it knew the story, of
One birth in Bethlehem, and wanted to
Race into the world and say I got
In before he landed in the manger
Where he lay. Christ forgive me for
Beating you to the race, and bouncing
Into the world on a census year
In Bethlehem. Let me be counted among
Those who answered the call and
Celebrate with you the greatness you
Brought to the world.

In a ward he cane like a bomb, exploded
Into the world all his own, to grow
Up and bless us. The joy we feel says,
This was a Christmas gift.