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A Thousand Sails
By
Dick Romeo Matshaba
Copyright 2013 Dick Romeo Matshaba
All rights reserved.All your written letters my son, some of them are raggedand bent at the corners, some I had to adhere together
with what I could find. I know more than most, that
some words are lost and some memories are forevergone. But your last letter left my hands shaky, my mind
distressed and my eyes teary. You said how you nowforgot my laugh, my face even the way I say your
name all that was left was a far and hazy memory.Forgive me as I still speak to you as if a boy, the years
tell me you are now a man, 30 years; 30 makes a man.
Like this one, dated 31, Dec, 1859. I traced your tears inthis letter, when I held the rough almost brown paper
against the candle light; the ink was tarnished thoughlong past, it still hurts all fabrics of my tampered soul as
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new. Why did I not see this before? Was it that 5th
Christmas the one I said Even if the sea boils to melt
our ship, or the sky angers to strike our sails home iswhere I will be by 24 knowing you, your tenacityyour unbroken tenacity you must have waited through all
the hours of the night.
Did I ever tell you about the day I met your beautifulmother? Yes I did but let me tell you again, that first
story for the end. Your mother, before she became your
mother was lost at sea for days, and the Duke, yourgrandfather, issued a sizable ransom for her body
everyone presumed only a body could be found. I hadnever met her, but Ive heard rumors of her beauty in the
spoken words from the other sailors Fairest of allliving creatures they would say the sailors would say.
I was born at sea, I knew the waters well; the rise of the
tides and the fall of the wind. What life has taught me,my son, has been this Respect Mother Nature and she
will respect you; especially the sea. In my small canoe
only a dingy to your eyes. I sailed into the wretchedheart of the sea. Days went weeks came to follow till
eventually I struck on gold your mother, your fairmother floating on a log.
She was barely alive, simply scrounging for pockets ofair with tired eyes and tired lips, she was still as fair asthe sailors had aired. I left home with one beating heart
in my chest my son, I returned with two. We fell in lovein the vast blue sea. I believe that is were you were
conceived. It was then when I promised her, Id alwaysfind her; a promise I failed to keep. With some of the
ransom I bought a ship, and found a crew. I assure you,
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although I left in 29 my heart never left, it is still not
here but there.
Does she still play her nodes and sing her verse? Doesshe still speak of me? Let me lie to you my son, and tell
you if you write I will write. How I can I tell you this?Old man can make no promises of tomorrow, I have
grown old and ill white hair has replaced the dark,lively soul is now but a tired soul. Born in the sea to live
in the sea to now die in the sea. To make one last
journey; my journey home. 30 years I said too little toyour mother and you about this and that why I left, why
Im here. Let this journal to meet your eyes try toelucidate.
I embarked on a journey to search for truth, 75 spoken
languages buried in my tongue to speak. I visitedvillages who believed I came from the stars, by the color
of my skin. Tribes who killed and ate their young if theywere born at night. My son I have seen the dark side of
the human race. But let this not deceive you or paint
putrid image. I have also met kind souls who would notharm a fly, an ant or a stoat.
But my findings were much deeper than what I had first
anticipated, in all the tribes the clans the villages I had
set both my feet on to walk, one thing was common; theyall had a God. I know youve shaken your head son andwondered 30 years at sea, is this all the old man has now
to show. But if you pause to halt your mind yourknowledge and all you had been taught. And think a
while you will start noticing the queerness that liesburied in this journal.
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They all had a God whether a crocodile at sea, a star inthe sky or even a clay pot. I am sure a part of you wouldagree if I said not all of them could be Gods, especially
the clay pot. Nevertheless, what intrigued and moved memost was an old tribe in the west blessed with long
life. I met a chief there my ears felt deceived when hetold me he was almost 200 years old a later saw the only
thing that deceived me was my knowledge of how thing
s are. He later became a dear friend. In his dying days heimparted on me a secret held by all the chiefs of the
tribe; the story of Qiru.Why is there a sun? a young child one asked the great
chief who all believed had great widom.To shed light of course, the chief said
Then who created the sun? the young one continued toask. The wise chief was clueless, but to quench his
young ones thirst and his dignity as a man of wisdom, hemade up a story.
It was Qiru, young one a huge snake, who spit balls offire, planets and moons, and even made your great, great
grandfather; the first people. Young one believed his
every word, but the chief lived with deceitful lie and hewatched as the story was repeated, generation after
generation a myth turning into a legend, to truth andfinally into religion. This truth had only been breathed
from one chief to his successor.
What can I say to you but that I have now come to
believe the words of the old man, not just for Qiru, butfor all Gods alike? I wish to believe that there is more
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beyond this world than just the ingenuity of our
inventions, the vastness of nothingness. It would give me
great comfort to know that if my breath takes to the skybefore my journey home, at-least there existed thatblissful idea of me, you and your beloved mother in the
ambient heavens.
The violent wind and flashes of light outside are
tormenting my ship, I believe Im writing my words forthe last scribbling these last pages. As the trembling and
wavering ship, is hurling my week soul in varieddirections. A thousand sails I have sailed, a thousand
seas I have known seen. But you my son still remain thegreatest journey I had ever known.