Poetry Bulawayo

Image - woldcnews.com Send a 'please call back' to heaven I’m slowly slipping into Sheol that dreadful labyrinth is fast engulfing me. Armour of faith cast down..... no redemption in sight... ..my last hope a 'please call back' ...to heaven.

We did not fight We just moved on She's now married I'm married too But here we are Working together Sharing same office Same transport Same location She's my ex. We aren't enemies We just moved on

Image - Sokwanele - Zimbabwe   I love her too she may be young but this beautiful mother's milk is sour to her children her babies who never cry but mumble in silence and fear bathi umntwana ongakhaliyo ufela embelekweni* the great dzimbaremabwe** is weathering each granite stone falling hard on a blood stained soil of the chimurenga *** only to crumble to dust pounded by once a hero now a villain blown by the harsh stinking breath of a ruthless self to land in the hands of xenophobia. She is still a beauty I love her too I can only hope and pray the tears drenching her youthfulness to dry up soon I love her I love Zimbabwe *A child that don’t cry dies on its mother’s back **House of stone ***War of liberation

Image - livingincinema.com Beulah needs another man who'll take the garbage out at dawn and not bring it back again at midnight, something Jasper's done many nights for years. Beulah knows when Jasper's found another woman but she never says a word because Jasper always mows the lawn and rakes the leaves and fixes things around the house unlike Homer who was never handy. But yesterday the doctor said Jasper has six months to live so Beulah wants to meet another handy man at Jasper's wake. She met Jasper at a wake the day he dropped the lid on Homer's coffin.

As we speed along life’s highway What happens to our dreams when our chatter turns to screams and our breath shrieks out of our bodies When we screech across the tarmac Eyes wide open in shock Mouths agape in terror Flesh tearing apart What happens to our hopes As we enter the darkness

Image and content - culture365.wordpress.com Poetry Bulawayo joins the nation in mourning the passing on of veteran theatre enthusiast Walter Mparutsa. He was 71. Walter died from cancer complications in the late hours of Thursday 12 April 2012, after a protracted battle with the disease. Walter Mparutsa though synonymous with the theatre sector wore various other caps; actor, advisor, mentor, consultant, writer, director, producer and promoter. With a career spanning over 40 years, Walter was involved in various sector related activities that speared headed theatre included formulating the Zimbabwe Theatre Association (ZiTA), acting and consulting for various arts festivals, associations and productions. At the time of his passing Walter was director of the Global Arts Trust formulated for the promotion of arts and the cultural activities through various forms of the media such as film, literature, theatre and music. The Culture Fund was working with him through theatre co...