True story

If you were me where would you go,
What would you do,
who would you tell?

If you were me and you loved you like i do,
would you send me your picture?
Or you would wait for me in the rain
soaking and breathing
living for me, just to see me one more time?

If you were me would you see you when you look at the mirror?
Would dance for me,
would you make funny faces to make smile,
would it hurt you to leave me?

If you were me
would you lend me your life to relieve me of the pains you afflict on me?
Would you contract my share of deseases in this lifetime?
Would you serve my sentence in hell?

If you were me and i were you
if it was up to you
would trade my love for a beanie
because all i have is this woolen hat
but i miss you 

By Abel Dube (Zimbabwe)

Photo credits: pixelsandpaperchallengeblog.blogspot.com

BABY YOU LIED...

I married you

Because of your lies

Not because you lied on me

I thought I'd change you

You promised

You'd take me to the sky

You don't have a plane

Or if you had any

You'd have given it for a bottle of wine

You showed me a car

It was not yours

So when your took it back

You said it was stolen

Do you have the watch

Which you had the first day

Or was it

With its money

That we had a drink

I love you

I have you

But what I may not hide

Is what I know

Baby you lied.

By  Dan Walubengo‎ (Kenya)

Photo credits: www.bongocelebrity.com

His heart beat....

The fire in his eyes seared through me,

a smouldering heat that burned through every premise of my being.

He cradled my face in his warm soft hands

brought me close and gave me a taste of heaven.

His lips tasted of honey, of morning dew.

He tasted earthy he tasted of the mysteries of manliness.

He brought me even closer, he felt hard solid like immovable he felt warm he felt like home.

He then whispered the most amazing things to me things I had waited my whole life to hear. 

“you're beautiful” he said, “you're a creature so magnificent so endearing so captivating so very breath taking that I’m lost for words at times if not always”.

He spoke of a light in me,

He spoke of a calmness in me,

He spoke of a kindness a gentle meekness a love he said that shone so bright and so profound that he couldn’t help but be drawn to me.

My spirit soared my soul exploded into a million pieces my mind sent into a tailspin, my body alive. This creature, this amazing wonderful being in awe of me?

Could it be that the inner most exuberant parts of me had finally shone through?

Could this creature of wonder have finally stumbled onto the greatness that was and is me?

As I lay next to him, his heart beating strong his breathe steady I knew, I knew ! then I had found my purpose.

I knew then that destiny had come calling,

I knew then that my life's intention would be to love him, to hold him dear eternally.

By Bridget Oree (Zimbabwe)

Photo credits: www.google.com

SRB...

There are fellows with a strong rural background

The rustics or country bumpkins

Who are backward and awkward

When brought to foreign land

Within sight of bright illuminating agents

Which fascinate the eye in the night sky

But wait till its morning

When they are more at home

Till they turn the tap in a clockwise motion

Or the distance covered by merely seating how easy life can be

Return the favour thy urban dweller

Seek the bus back home

After countless trial and error navigational mishaps

The homestead appears in the horizon

Thorn greet friendly when disturbed

Man’s best friend makes a nuisance of your presence

A flat battery brings your musical soliloquy to a halt

You appreciate how dark the night is

And how dark the light is

More so the appearance of the moon

Never mind stealing being accepted for once

As it steals light from the sun

Candle light not enough for your liking

As your life burns in the same way

By Kelvin Mpofu ( Zimbabwe)

Photo credits: www.google.com

WHY DOES LOVING YOU FEEL SO WRONG ??....

So you are still out-and-out with that old passion?
I look cogently at you actively warbling that song, unchanged, 
You sing out the aridity of deceased poems in the levelheadedness they ranged
You sing perfectly the words I need to hear!
Your voice fondles my within at such easy charge
I think I love you too; I know it I love you too!
In your realm my heart weeps to belong,
It calls to merger the love, to piece the pieces in throng
But I’m too feeble to abide the bearing so strong,
I love you, but it feels so wrong I don’t know why!

 My heart still sings songs of late melodies long;
Synonymous with ancient rhythms that need not to be taught,
But told in stories and words that need not be translated,
My days still shine with smiles of love but hatred;
Beneath me death darkened its arms dark and waited,
I dream of impassioned nights and stealthy aftermaths...
My mistake was not to love but who I loved,
Your words were like salve to my wounds…
You made me believe in eternity, that I could live forever and;
Your words would sustain me.
Illusions, illusions! I loved you, and it feels so wrong I don’t know why!

 Your voice leaks out sharply;
Like hell’s knife-edges cutting through a vein!
Our voices weep loud, louder and loudly;
Like death’s child at edges through the pain,
I train my mind behind me like a famed fool
O! How cool, I lose my seeing in the love lovey spool
And you fool! I choose my feelings above toes, for love’s a tool,
That rules above eyes of its beholder beneath the moon,
I need you like the light of words in Jen Worlds scripts,
I need you like sunshine above heads in distant worlds deep,
I need you to send me through,
And I will wipe off tears from your eye’s tip,
I need you to let me on through so I could fall into your grateful embrace,
I need you like I need God in my life but loving you feels so wrong, and I don’t know why!?

But for once, let us forget the world with all its flaws,
Cocoon ourselves in the safety of our embrace and loose ourselves in these scripts,
Remind ourselves once again that every word has its worth,
So mind not the dollars
For the cents is all we got, for now...
Forget about tomorrow,
For the night is yet to age.
I love you,
And I will love you still,
Though it feels wrong, still

By Jennifer Legotlwane & someone (Botswana)

photo credits:  Afrofuture

Mukondi....

Mukondi, they did not tell you? in the morning you will be hungry again. That the pot is empty before it is full and that it is full before it is empty. That you will work for your pay only so you can pay for your work. That from lives of your children will yield the pain of your death. That Chikomba, your friend who was the witness at your marriage, will be the cause of your divorce.

Mukondi, did they not tell you that in the morning you will be hungry again? That what you eat today is what will eat you tomorrow. That the birds that sing beautifully in the bush will tear at your corpse when you are dead. That the sun does not chase the shadow but that the shadow chases the sun. That the egg did not bring the chicken but that the chicken brought the egg.

Mukondi, they did not tell you? in the morning you will be hungry again. That dogs can only bark at what they cannot bite. That the tree can only grow when the seed has truly died. That the pen that spoils the paper can put no mark on stone. That the wind that carries the gentle butterfly can draw the harshest floods.

Mukondi, did they not tell you that in the morning you will be hungry again? That you will celebrate to gain the courage to mourn, and that you will mourn to build the hope to celebrate. That things are not what they seem, for to fail is to succeed at failing, and to succeed is to fail at failing. That in the end one is all and all is one, food for the stomach and the stomach for food. That as they dig they bury, that as they live they die.

By Yemurai Nyoni (Zimbabwe)

Photo credits: AfroFuture

lest i forget...

I forget a lot of things
Some matter, some don't
In this haste to create a life I dream of
Sometimes I shatter your dreams

But when I breath this air
I remember the miracle I am
I don't want to forget God's love in my life
His mercy, His grace
When I live to see another year
Let me be reminded of His never failing love, for me

Because He made me meet you
In some way, you have touched my life
You have made me laugh
Maybe angry,
Maybe sad
Maybe I even reciprocated the actions, and feelings
But in this way, I am here because you influenced my life

For the times I was happy
Thank you,
Let me say this now
Lest I forget how much you matter
Before this life pulls me away
Its realms reaping you from my reach

Because every moment spent with you was priceless
And words cannot express my misery when I let you down
Because I still want you in my life
To laugh, live and love
To load, aim and fire
To repeat whats necessary

This we have is greater than me
But before I forget all this
Before every bit of it fades into nothingness
Let me thank you for being my friend.

By Pardon Gwara (Zimbabwe)
Picture credits; "Best Friends Forever" by Kip Hayes