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| Photograph by Resta Nyamwanza |
I met jazz in a dream
Down by the river
Leaning against an amarula tree
Playing the pennywhistle
To the sound of my heartbeat
& the smell of the last rains
She made love to my senses
Drowned my soul
I can’t breathe, can’t let go.
2. Between A and B by Babusi Nyoni
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| Photograph by Resta Nyamwanza |
Lines, LINES
Electricity lines
Zip-zapping over skylines
On city grid guidelines
Load-shedding nine-to-nine’s
“Danger! Electricity line!” signs.
Deadlines...
Telephone lines
Long and entangled like telephone line lines.
Telephone line fines, paid
To nourish telephone line vines.
Weaving... Over-under.
Mashed.
Confused.
Hooked up on telephone line twines.
Trapped between the (04)’s and (09)’s.
Or is it C4’s and Tech 9’s?
Underground cables? No. These are landmines.
Landlines, to our foreheads add lines. Call them headlines.
HEADLINE:
“Information highway knocked out by internet lines.”
A lineage lost.
Punch lines...
3. Women – Uhuru by Sammantha G Ndlovu
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| Photograph by Resta Nyamwanza |
As I bled my soul on the microphone
From a place within me thats tattered and torn
Shattered by life’s social ills
that women swallow as bitter pills
Violeted and trampled upon
As the rest of the world simply looks on
I am the voice of womenkind
I speak the words that feed your mind
Women Uhuru , for a new day has come
Shout it onthe mountain, for your life has just begun
Let our voices resonate,
let us shout as one
The power in the voice is way beyond that of a gun
I cannot be silent, and I can no longer weep
I can no more suffer, while the planet is asleep
I cannot accept the rape and violence in the home
And no longer can I accept
To spend the night alone.
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