Cossy Rules

A poem by George Mandevu(aka Jah Flame)

Kadoma’s firstborn,
On the 4th of November in ’81, was a blessed day,
For Cosmas Dhaka was born,
Unaware of a mission to set forth,
A light in the Kadoma communal zone.

From zero to one,
Like vegetation through seasons grown,
From dust, he germinated and grew,
To a fruit tree that bears.

At a tender age, his purpose was unknown.
As a teenager, unaware, his mission had begun.
Through hard work, he achieved; his resolve remained unbroken.

Grown to a big man,
Kind-hearted and generous,
A mentor who helps the poor,
A guide to the seeker.
In his descriptions, he is like
Drinking water and the morning sun,
With a ray that shares a gloomy light
And the coolness that quenches the thirsty.

In his perspectives, you can judge,
For the stretch of his arm knows no limit,
Nor does the distance he travels have a destination.
While his mission remains an unfinished task,
He tackles the obstacles first.

Under ridicule, he wears a courageous mask.
In his aura, he rules,
That’s why he is Cossy Rules.
His tongue rolls strong, profound words,
Allowing the mouth to speak provoking statements.
To the foolish, he irritates;
To the wise, he gathers the mindset;
Yet to the suffering, he heals the pain.

Meeting him, you will understand his mission.
Eager to invest in learning,
And always innovating, his ego remains humble.
Humble to listen,
And less inclined to speak.
From the knowledge he acquires,
The Kadoma heir he remains,
And he will always be COSSY RULES,
Kadoma’s firstborn.