The Beginning by Mgcini Nyoni

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When is the beginning?

At the new start centre?

Positive?

Is it the lingering look

across the room?

When is the beginning?

Is it the day she said

you are the one

there is no other?

Or is it the night

of passion?

The night

you got infected.

When is the beginning?

Is it opening

the bedroom door

and finding her legs

wrapped around another man

And seeing visions

of yourself

dangling from

the end of a rope.

When is the beginning?

Is it perhaps

the day

you decide to move forward?

It Wants So Hard To Rain by Loyce Daka

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It wants so hard to rain
dark dense clouds roll in
with a remembered look
circling round us, invading
our sterile sky, giving us a promise
a few drops that quickly dry
before they hit the ground

It wants so hard to rain
these unfamiliar clouds
still timid
hesitant
as if they are not sure

People stare out of windows
stand in doorways
crossing themselves
crossing their fingers
afraid to speak the word
less rain be scared away

It's been so long since blue was seen
this terrible summer made our sky
white hot in heat
so white
we could not look at it

At last it's changed its hue
there is a softness to it now
a certain coolness
in its touch

What are the chances
rain will finally come
we try to coax the clouds
beg them to release
let go

They want to
desperately,
they want so hard to rain
but they've forgotten how.

The Ice-Cream Fella by Mgcini Nyoni

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The ice-creak fella

hurriedly pushing

his ice-cream cart

into tredgold building

He told his Gokwe

girlfriend

that he is a manager

in Bulawayo

The High Road by Angela Thulie Sibanda

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I hate it when you attempt to lie

you fail dismally

When you sit and plot to cheat

When you walk all over me

and still come back begging

Pathetic

I hate being right about your lies

I hate knowing the rubbish you think

Feeling safe in the privacy

of your thoughts

Very soon I will get it into

my thick head

There is no reason to stay

and hit the road

Love talks

Bullshit walks

Go figure

I am throwing in the towel.

To A Black Girl by Gwendolyn Bennett (1927)

I love you for your

brownness

And the rounded

darkness of your breast

I love you for the

breaking sadness in your voice

And shadows where your

wayward eyelids rest

Something of old forgotten queens

Lurks in the lithe

abandon of your walk

And something of the

shackled slave

Sobs in the rhythm of your talk

Oh, little brown girl, born

for sorrow’s mate

Keep all you have of

queenliness

Forgetting that you once

were slave

And let your full lips

laugh at Fate!