When Memories Were In Colour Poem by Phillip Nine Mafunga

Days of yesteryear
In black n' white, rainbow colours'd shine
Kids'd slide through mud n' ne'er be sick
Climbed rocks n' trees: wounds healed naturally
And toys, we made n' shared with a smile.

Our safety to the community we owed
Our comfort in the family we found
In traditions n' totems we'd our deep founded pride
For our Africanness then superseded our individuality

In our days, tv was in black n' white
But our vision of things was in bright n' beautiful colours
We'd weekly n' monthly magazines, but the stories were always current
Thus, sports n' war theaters we visualized to create live motion pictures in our heads
Then we'd many creative minds amongst us who then immortalised thought in books
@3 November 2022