In my Blood – Rhodesian blood
by Alf Hutchison
So many people are displaced in our world today. Reasons vary, but the resulting hurt is universal.
My Doctor he once told me, “Alf you have rare blood;”
Traces of Kariba blue, and a touch of Gokwe mud.
There are traces of the Valley and it’s Tsetse Fly,
Malaria bugs swim freely , I cannot tell a lie.
Traces of fish eagles, and the Red Bishop weaver;
Together with Bilharzia ,and black water fever.
A build up of sadza and traces of burnt Braais;
Of course Mopane worms and those little pesky flies .
Looking me in the eye, tearfully he began to say
“You have the rarest of diseases… it will never go away;
You have Rhodesian blood trapped in your veins,
Which just keeps your heart, and your soul, in chains”