By Lesedi Chibvupe
All my life, I had been treated as a curse.
My symbol was the dark clouds of night.
You came around and treated me as someone precious.
You were the first light that chose to shine on me.
You embraced my black and gave me a different, illuminated hue.
Together, we became sunrise;
Night meeting day;
Magnificent, frequent and breathtaking like the African sunrise.
May this moment be us till our sun sets.
Even then, may we be beautiful.