Poetry Bulawayo

Model - Mary Kapumha Dai ndiri shiri * ndaibhururuka ** To a place peaceful a place of still waters and peaceful  dreams Dai ndiri shiri I would fly to the place where maidens dance in the rain and there is always a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow Dai ndiri shiri I would fly to the sky and grab all the illusive dreams and opportunities so that I can sing I can Ndai ndiri shiri ndaibururuka to that place of still waters that sooth the soul from the this tortuous world that threaten to swallow me whole Dai ndiri shiri... * Dai ndiri shiri – if I was a  bird ** Ndaibhururuka – I would fly

She wrote her dialogue in verse, her emails in near rhyme, her thoughts as sonnets, haiku and ballads, but her eyes could not hide her fear of aversion, her lack of understanding dissension, expressions of danger and fear, the rising poem like the hunter's moon, deep and glowing from the depths  of the dark waters of night into midnight's rampage of nightmare, agonies, and terrors