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They beat me with branches wrapped up in
barb-wire,
they beat me with branches wrapped up in
barb-wire;
my baby she crying, her face is on fire.
They say you are sell-out, you vote
Tsvangirai,
they say you are sell-out, you vote
Tsvangirai;
my baby, she dying, please God, tell me
why?
They beat first my head then my back
then my bums,
they beat first my head then my back
then my bums;
they laugh and they say is like playing
the drums.
I beg them for water, they say go ask
Blair,
I beg them for water, they say go ask
Blair.
Please, put out the fire in Mucheche’s
hair?
My bottom is broken, can not sit or
stand,
my bottom is broken, can not sit or
stand;
Mucheche can’t breathe with her mouth in
the sand.
They burned all our mealies, our
chickens, our dog,
they burned all our mealies, our
chickens, our dog;
my uncle, they hit him to death with a
log.
For hours they beat me, for hours I cry,
for hours they beat me, for hours I cry;
please God, save my baby, do not let her
die?
When they leave, like a tortoise I crawl
very slow,
when they leave, like a tortoise I crawl
very slow;
but my baby stopped crying a long time
ago,
mwana
wangu* stopped crying a long time ago.
*
mwana wangu – my child
This poem previously
published in Together – Stories and Poems by Julius Chingono & John Eppel
published by ‘amaBooks and University of
KwaZulu-Natal Press. To order a copy of the book contact ‘amaBooks – amabooksbyo@gmail.com.
www.amabooksbyo.com
