Poetry Bulawayo

Gone too soon Always will be remembered I will cherish your loyalty to Africa until the day I also see you sited somewhere beside Peter, Mahatma, Martin and Teresa I could have sworn I felt the ground shake When your soul escaped form the body it was kept I could hear the sounds and celebrations of the jubilations in hell last night when the world wept - the angel has gone where he belongs. Hope they tell me where they bury you so I come and lie down near you and listen to all your stories Stories of how you and your comrades marched down the streets towards the enemy Ran Soweto carrying nothing but banners the only bullets you had was the shouts of 'freedom'. How did you really feel when you drank coffee with the same men who put you in cages? I bet they almost died of your brutal, unconditional forgiveness. Dear Nelson Take thy place as God's greatest grandson Bring thy head forward to receive your crowning as Africa'...

You see the oddest things  at Christmastime in America. The bigger the city,  the stranger the sights. I was driving downtown  to buy gifts for the family  and enjoying bouquets of beautiful people bundled in big coats and colorful scarves clustered on corners, shopping in good cheer amid petals of snow  dancing in the sun.  One of them, however, a beautiful young lady, had stopped to take issue  with an old woman in a shawl picketing Planned Parenthood. The old woman was riding on a motor scooter  designed for the elderly. She held a sign bigger than she was and kept motoring back and forth as resolute as my aunt who had been renowned  for protesting any injustice. Saving seals in the Antarctic  had been very important to her. On this day, however,  the beautiful young lady who had taken issue with ...