Wednesday 29 May 2013

Why the Anarchy...


  • For my life I fear
    As my eyes fill with tears
    My hostels gassed
    Coz I want lowered gas

    When calmly I speak
    It just feels weak
    Driven to suffer pain
    By the riding Father with the reins

    I stand back
    And foresee plenty of lack
    Who will survive this, I wonder
    And oft I'm left to ponder

    Already, many have nothing to eat
    Out there wallowing in poverty
    It's not enough to sit and meet
    While stuff goes wrong in society

    Harsh, is the life of the vast majority
    Plush, is your present abode
    Whence, you worsen their present reality
    This horse, that to your victory you rode

    What shepherd searches the best spot
    To hide himself from the cold
    Leaving his sheep in the bitter rain
    Leaving them out in rough terrain

    Of bleating about the bush we tire
    For its all we ever do
    So we set the bush on fire
    So he knows we're in trouble too

    There goes my present dream
    Hehehe... remitted to the future 
    By today's society's cream
    It would be funny if it wasn't torture

    Things always on the increase
    What happened to the promise of the decrease?
    Why this jibber-jabber, Convolution 
    When you promised us revolution?

    Nay,
    Simz you've lost your way
    Hey,
    You need a reminder today
    Sigh,
    What hopes you've crushed
    My,
    All that initial joy dashed

    Damn
    The new broom sweeps just like its predecessor 
    Leaving behind the same old dirt
    The new wineskin is a gong'a 
    Copiously leaking out to our regret

    All in all
    There is much left to do
    Hope you've been reminded to do your job
    Now we can return to ours too.

     

    By Mweemba Mupelwa Sichilima (Zambia)

    #Thoughts on Black Friday, an NGO Student body(ies) Campaign against a decision by govt to remove subsidies on key commodities in the country.

A Cognitive Triad...

  • If this were ever to be our last stroll,
    then I would prefer it to be taken in the sun
    so the corrosive hands of time will not wash it

    Then when we take a painful look at the skies,
    shall we be reminded of the prints of love

    If this were ever to be my last stare at life,
    I would want to smell again that perfume
    that hugged your body
    and sing Nunc Dimittis ( in italics) that I met you

    If i ever get to heaven before you,
    I will etch your name on a stone,
    hoping the Lord picks it for a star
    Then when it shines bright in the sunless skies,
    know that
    I will be watching over you

    By Kwabena Agyare (Ghana)

    Photo sources: Afrofuture

Your Untold Story.


  • Leaves have withered away
    for harmattan
    and the sun is hot coals
    in your heart
    as you walk the path of shadows
    and the unknown.

    I have seen your eagle
    wings
    from afar
    and so long a time I have
    wondered
    who you are.

    I sense you are one who
    grows with the winds
    and tell stories of
    thin weak strings.

    I sense your fears too.
    They overflow as rivers,
    they tell of your gallantry,
    they tell your untold story.

    By Benedicta Ewurama Akyere Saah (Ghana)

    Photosource- Afrofutures