by Masimba Mukichi

Created on: June 14, 2010

We shared the same breast.

We share the same surname.

We shared the same womb.

We share the same totem.

Yes, we have reached crossroads,

Yes, we have wronged each other.

Yes, we have quarrelled and teased each other.

We have something in common.

We cannot wipe away the birthmark.

We cannot despise heredity.

We are birds of same feathers,

We should flock together.

Two wrongs cannot make a right.

Yes, we have been on  each other's throats.

We belong to the same dynasty.

We belong to the same parents.

Let us be one flesh again.

Brothers , sisters  must have have cool heads.

Calm down, have time to listen.

Be good listeners.

Let us not be empty vessels.

Which makes the most noise.

Let us not be deadheads,

let us not be hot headed.

War of words does not pay.

We can't fight for our mother's wealth.

We can't fight against her wish in the will.

Riches cannot be handed on a platter.

We have to work and earn them.

A dead mother's fortune cannot insight hatred among us.

Come on sisters , come on brothers,

Let us be in our senses,

Let us reconcile, forget about mum's inheritance.

May peace dwell here.

We have to work like slaves to live as kings.

A dead person's fortune cannot make us enemies.

Let reconcile. Let us  fend for ourselves..

Let us stop this family feud.

It is time to bury the hatchet.

it is time to join hands.

It is time to be a family again.

It is time to fend for ourselves.

It is a wake up call to all of us.

Don't bank on inheritance money.

You never know what is in the will.

Come on brothers, come on sisters.

Its never too late to be one again.

It is not too late to eke for our own wealth.

Life begins at forty.

It is a wake up  call to all of us.

Wills can disappoint.

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