Behold the savannah, sun baked to perfection Therein beyond the brush resides the watering hole the ancestral Grail Mother nature's bosom the untamed drinkers haven The setting Sun sinks into the sparkling water like an olive in a dirty martini Stirred by slithering serpents and crocodiles, Not shaken by the death toll of those who drink and die Those who thirst are willing to wine and dine with the grim reaper To die for a sip of the perfect brew Birds of prey bold and proud are grounded by it The big five big and strong are subdued by it Truly thirst is master and when it beacons there is no denying it A herd of buffalo converge to the regular drinking spot A testimony, to the living dying of thirst Eyes closed the black death in tall grass takes a sip of the still waters Oblivious to the jaws that prey on those who drink to excess Dust to dust and to dust you shall return Chaos ensues, as the crocodile performs the death roll One flies, one flees and lives to drink another day The other drowns and there is blood in the water as a feeding frenzy ensues The very source of life is riddled with death A moment of silence for the fallen Until we meet again, a toast to the dead for even in death they still thirst The thirst is quenched only for that moment For in the unforgiving heat of day Hot and exhausted, the heart will want And dry chapped lips will remember In that very moment the thirst will return And when it does, will you drink responsibly?
Kelvin is an independent content creator from Zimbabwe. Recently, he was commissioned to produce a 13 episode documentary called Many Wonders of Mosi oa Tunya by the Broadcasting Authority of Zimbabwe. Normally, he writes poetry, scripts and short stories.
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