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!