Poetry Bulawayo

I would have loved to be Japanese to wear the Kimono and wooden sandals or even to be an Indian woman And wear the colourful Sari But I'm only an African woman Born of Shona and of Sena mhapa and shashiko now the African attire for me the modern woman Sure I'd have loved to English or French To be called sophisticated among women glamorous jewels and elegant dresses But i prefer my wooden beads Jewels of seeds, shells and stone I would have loved to be a part of Ancient Egypt To share with Cleopatra the riches of this world To be bathed in milk and dressed in silk But i do come from the South animal skin, fabric made from plant fibre I appreciate who I am I appreciate other cultures They bring a definition to who we are!

If I where to paint love with a colour All would be glamour For no one colour would be enough, To express its splendor I would start with my own heaven and palour All in it happiness resides and habour This colour essence in smiles and laughter Gladness and joy all hue the interior But as I paint love with a colour Karma would be the anchor parlor If I would paint love with a colour I would paint in summer Let the crystal rain drops gush Within my compound as fountain waters I would glitter every heart with shine And mix it well with purity in every manner So that love would not be colour blind I would paint it brand new But as I paint love with a colour Karma would be the summer For love deserves the colour joy Its essence and treasure are like heaven and palour Karma the colour In my heart you dwell As I rejoice