I am satisfied

I am satisfied 

You have hidden me in the grave for a while for the world's sadness to pass

today, I am crying

crying because you have woken my from death

I cry from excitement and gratitude 

ndiyalila kuba unguThixo oligwiba, uliliwa lokusindiswa kwam

ulikhaka uyinqaba esesizikithini sonxweme lomthandazo wamakholwa andilekileyo

ndiyabulela ngoba ulilanga lethu Yehova

You are the source of my strength 

you strengthen my faith and keep my head still 

you have taken far to the end of the world when the devil dominated my territory

you have deserted me yet protected my soul from the evildoers 

on the way from worst no one fetched me, yet I live 

on the way up to you I have waved twice but not noticed

on the way here, I have tried 

no one counted my attempts

no one knows how many times I have been trying to climb each step up here

how then what I say become true?

how do I justify, it is true when the truth itself is subjective?

how do I justify, truth is objective when truth is political?

nor how do I argue for truth or subjectivity to be apolitical

when our view of the world around us is shaped by our personal experiences?

how in fact I argue to be apolitical when political is governing all reactions of my body, soul and mind?

if there is any truth anywhere who am I to bring about such?

but where are those who are arrogant, 

where are bribers and criminals?

if truth itself is subjective, then can that truth come from me?

maybe it becomes nothing worthy but reflection and opinion

I was once young and now I am old, yet never seen the righteous forsaken 

yet I am crying

crying because I am excited 

I cry because I can't even remember the amount of time it took me to escape from the jail 

the jail that has excluded me from my own society, the jail that has embedded anger to me

the jail that makes me not understand other people's experiences and expectations 

the jail that has created fear in me

the jail that makes me to be dehumanized and stigmatized in my own society

the jail that restricts me from accessing my freedom for dignity, freedom for opinion and freedom for equality    

did you know that there is freedom for even slaves, the freedom to humility 

humility that keeps me calm and complete