I don’t need you anyway

I can see we are separating

Because you are no longer co operating

It might be sad but it’s not bad

If you haven’t heard, I’m not mad

I can live without you

You are not new

You have been my friend

But how you want to bring my end

You’ve made the mess

That’s why you are changing your face

Behaving like my master

Know this; I’m not your duster

If you can’t feed me any day

I don’t need you anyway.

By Irvine Chitambara ( Zimbabwe.)

picture source: http://bestuff.com/stuff/i-dont-need-you-anymore

Im guilty as charged.....

Most words get spilled, as my intent to be understood, clashes with revealing my purpose too well. Unecumbered by explanations of being an armchair critic. Im not brave, sometimes im shaken by fright, despairing.

That moral clarity, harsh as the winter winds, in smug sardonic sense of reality. The gnawing guilt conscience.



Fledging aspirations of feeding that homeless alcoholic fiend with loose change.

Im guilty, for i need my nicotine fix.

I exist as a gloomy monument to the ills society endeavored to quell.

A pall-bearer among sooth-sayers, whose truth has evolved into a bitter pill to swallow.

This deeds are justified blatant grudges.

Im guilty as charged, please cuff my pen.

Write no more, start revolutions,

perpetuating crimes against humanity.

One word at a time, stopping genocides.

I disgress, refraining to silence the need to vent this fury.

We cant, rise above our highest aspirations or

stoop lower than scum we disdain.

By Lebohang Kuenane ( Lesotho)

photo credits: birthofanewearth.blogspot.com

The Missing Piece......

I want a man
That accepts where he has been
And knows where he is going
A man who knows how to love
A man I can love
A being that completes me
One who knows my every thought
And before I even utter the words
Its as if he has already stolen them from my lips. From my heart.
To him, I need not explain my actions.
For he already understands.
Why I have, and why I have not.
I long to be with he, 
The person that will love me for me
Some ask me if I've loved before
My answer is I am yet to love
I am yet to trust 
And i am yet to be truly loved
I do not just seek a man, I seek a gentleman.

By Esther Chido Chirimangombe ( Zimbabwe )

photo credits; afrofutures

Mr Government Man

He appears on the scene a hero the enemy he has slain
Poisoned by power,contaminated by greed he becomes a villain
Confuses the masses with speech

great demagogue 
Wows th nation young and old,christians in churches , jews and Muslims in mosques and synagogues
Corrupted by greed laces his pocket
Inflation,diseases and poverty sky rockets
To suit his taste
He tempers with the law he cuts he pastes
Those who object what he says government antagonists
Harangued by the central intelligence disappear without a trace
Possible threat to the state potential terrorists
A hindrance to this his political race
Election time comes vexes us with political manifestos
Fake promises of improving our lives in the ghetto
Things will never change they are all the same
They appear on the scene as heroes the enemy they have slain
Poisoned by power contaminated by greed they become villains.
That's Africas political tale. 

By Chris Chakwana ( Zimbabwe )

photo credits.The last king of Scotland 2007 movie.

All within a minute..

The torpedo was launched, resulting to a massacre
As detrimental as the catastrophe was, it was the beginning
Guided missiles arose, with which an explosion resulted.
Results were detrimental and fatal
The church building turned into a rubble

It all began with a small brawl
A rowdy group of boys assembled nearby the church
All done with a command from the master tyrant, the lil devil himself
The war had began

People fled the area
Cops and soldiers appeared from nowhere
Streams of blood flowing, with a putrid smell causing nausea

All within a minute.
Parties at loggerheads
Homesteads destroyed
People forced into refugees
President assassinated
Disaster stroke the country 
THIS IS AFRICA FOR YOU!

By Zwakele Lungelo Motsa (Swaziland)

photo credits: countercurrents.org

The Mighty Helper.........

My personal assistant and decision maker
in whom I shall trust for as long as I breathe to tell it
forever bonded to my conscious self,
who is also under this majestic super power
a simulator without negativity.

My only means of choice analysis
not influenced by the so praised 'heart',
for even heart rate is controlled by you
the helper and sidekick who never tires nor falls to the sound of my call,
for he hears everythng instantly like the slightest rustle to the ears of a prowling wolf.

I am surely doomed without you
my entire system would crumble and collapse to nothing,
a walking stooge would be my namesake.
From head to toe they all praise your undoubting monarchical power,
for it is not forceful but is necessary.

A personal tribute to the mighty helper
for his undisputed domination in order maintenance
and limitless abilities in assistance,
a friend and great companion to be forever cherished.

By: Mlabane G. Shongwe ( Swaziland)

picture source:ashtarcommandcrew.net 

Whose power is it? .....

I have failed

I have failed myself first

I have failed God

I have failed the world.

Tears trickle down

Why did I fail?

Does it mean I am not good enough?

I need to know why I failed

I have promised to shoot myself

I have promised to put a rope around my neck

I have promised to poison myself,

On event of my failure

But I can’t bring myself to do anything

Why did I fail?

No one would understand,

That I do not have the powers to win in my hand

They have the power

They run around with so much pride

Rubbing it in my very black face

Now they have done the worst

I surely next time won’t put my fate in another’s

This is because I haven’t failed

They have failed me

Liars, they blamed me for my failure

But it is them who do not like me

But still it comes down to the fact that I have failed

The fact that I’m a failure

But I shall try again and try again

But when I try again and try again

I shall remember my fate lies in the hand of God

And I would wave my success in their face

And yes I would succeed.

 By Ope Adedeji  ( Nigeria)

picture credits .    allaboutgod.net