Saturday 24 January 2015

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

Sunday 18 January 2015

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

Tuesday 6 January 2015

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

Saturday 3 January 2015

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