Poetry Bulawayo

Today I celebrate an achievement of Young dynamic and energetic gifted people Persons that the world had no hope for They all have unique stories to share with the world In their struggles, chaos and storms of life They have chosen to light their candles And make a difference in this dark world The candles of music and drama, they have lit so bright! The world is recognizing their gifts Humming their music across the globe Who would have thought! Or Imagined? A band that is made out of the outcast in society! A band that faces stigma and discrimination You look at the deformed bodies and wheelchairs Missing the point and power of creativity! A band that has chosen to look deep within their gifts where the treasure is! The treasure in their voices and ability to create music Congratulation! Amhlope! Makorokoto! I celebrate with K.G.VI for giving birth to such talent You have been an excellent mother, A mentor! Your children have done us proud Liyan...

A word written is louder than a song sung For a song echoes in the ear, Yet a word etched echoes in the heart frost died, never left I an orphan though, For everyone around me is a poet Two lovers under a crimson sun 'Nevers are promised 'evers' are whispered though Shakespeare is no more, True poets still roar Sunrise, sunshine, Sunset, suddenly a silvermoon Wonder if God is a poet too. Toddler, bruised and hurt Lo I fear Mother I just kissed a tear 'all will be fine', Come fall you'll still be mine', she said Guess mama too was a poet We are all poets, though quill and ink are dry, Everyday we all scribble a line of two With those words we say, Some good, most bad Little do we know the tales we've authored The ignorance I deeply loathe We are all poets Nothing is new We've been We're all just waiting for that perfect inspiration, Inspiration enough Him, Her, someone, Something! Romanced, seduced or raped by a ...

The first cockerel crows, while she from the bed rolls. The stench is thick in the air, his dragon breath of opaque beer. Early she begins her chores, while her husband stridently snores. Manly she steps out into the dark night; bucket in hand, no fear.  The night breeze creates a shiver, as she marches down to the river.  Carefully she shuffles avoiding serpents; the rulers of the grass. She dreads the return of winter, where the frost bites bite deeper. She’s a super woman her heart not made of glass.   A few drops she spills, as the night lay perfectly still. She finally returns to the hut at the second cockerel’s crow. She ignores the chills, and all inner murmurings she kills, Nursing this baby of a man older than her but won’t grow.  As the new day’s dawning, like a lazy lion he’s yawning, While his lioness risks her life as she’s sent fourth hunting. Drool from his mouth keeps falling, as the blankets are calling. She’s a...

Dark was the day I first saw your face, For the light grew dim in your presence, The roses were embarrassed to bloom that day, Because they were ashamed to be outclassed in your elegance. Quietly and humbly did your actions replicate, The movements of the highly esteemed royal etiquette, Like the whispering wind did your voice resound? And like a sharpened dagger my heart it found. I bled like a wounded soldier of war, And still you fastened the hilt a little more, For you knew that the only way we could ever be forever together, Is when my spirit and yours are bound in the spiritual ether, Now that this fatal attraction has begun, And you my love are my number one, I swear allegiance to honor you and my God, For to you my mission is to have and to hold. So Minenhle    my wings of eternal flight, Bear me up for soon it will be night, I’m coming home were we both belong, In the cradle of love’s heart for it only beats when two ar...

Of lived fantasies at dark spots, to the hard to remember night outs, coupled with joys and fears. Of all men met, most of whom slept. Of told passion and hurt, to the sacred doings of the bedroom, to the young, ego-full minds of trials and tests, to the cries of mothers and babies. Of times when lessons were taught, to the torrid times when help was sought. From the struggles of finding the self, to the victories of accepting what’s ours, in the company of pain and rejection. As time is a tradition, gold rings and music were the reason. Of the times where weed, locks and perforated pants of the time,  became tired friends of life. Up until the gods take theirs, life still rolls in the music I sing to feel myself, in the presence of friends, in the joy that never ends Of all things done in life it’s a revelation of self. A life worth living.

I'm tearing, I'm tearing you have been taking my name in vain Cursing my ambition Oh Lord help, let the clouds smile and rain          I've been lacking motivation          Dying for inspiration          To make a variation I'm tired, I'm tired It's sickening hearing the same words When I'm unheard forming a labial My reputation bound all over Filled with serfdom. imprisoned and servitude          I'm lacking motivation          Dying for inspiration          To make a variation My feelings are hurt daily My opportunities of achieving hidden somewhere My happiness dug in deepest pits Should it be me feeling all this? Not at all, I have a stage to reach It's only that 'I lack motivation'          ...

Saw your letter child But I have not yet found a true Afrikan model, Who is fit and proper to be your mother. The last woman I met was a minx, And she left me wailing, alone, in the dark hole, Crying and writhing in hopeless hope.   I know you are so eager to see the world, in as much as I was, But also know that I am still a child, my child, And I am still caught in the web of confusion...my soul is, swollen. In-spite of this, however, Know that I love you child,  Too much to let your mother kill you with a coat hanger, Because Heaven and earth will cry... Know that you will be born with everything you need to start with, As i was, Even though now I am seeing myself being buried in a shallow grave of humiliation.   Look deeper in your inner-most being, Do not be afraid of darkness, through the night moon will guide you. Do not let education, colonisation and oppression cover your eyes, Be human and see what lies beyond the lies...