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

Somehow, Someday.....

We will meet again someday to compare scars
And the hatred we harbour for those we love.
We will compare suicide notes beneath the stars
And maybe discover why we are still alive.
What is an oasis without a desert? It's a puddle.
Believe we will meet again, someday, someplace,
Here or far, drink, smoke, laugh fuck fuck cuddle,
Clothe you in my nakedness twin child of solace.
Born of similar stripes, once only the night knew
Our true shades, then we had, for a while, each other
And we learnt the skies of night can be blue too.
Goodbye....for now, oh sweet gift of this chapter.
Remember my lips and the passion in their kiss
Until we meet there where there is no darkness.

By Philani Amadeus Nyoni (Zimbabwe)

photocredits: www.google.com

broke lover...

I don't want to give you roses
Because although they are beautiful
Roses have thorns
And those thorns might remind you that love hurts

I don't want to buy you chocolate
For although it is very sweet
Too much of it might make you sick
And that sickness can be like us if we over do it

I don't want to give you silver or gold
As shiney as they may be
Even they have to be polished when they loose their shine
So they might remind you of the persona we create once we're together

I don't want to give you diamonds
For although they say their forever
Their value is one not to depended upon
And that might hint to you that one day you will not be needed

I don't want to buy you designer apparel
Even though they might keep you trendy and with times
But even trends are left for new ones
And that might be a blow to show you I can find a new lover

I don't want to get you anything
Not because I want to be a broke lover
But because to a broke brother
Only his woman means the world to him..



By  Leslie Erl Magapa (Botswana)

Picture credits; www.google.com

The missing word in your vocabulary

You told me to hate them

They captured our forefathers, you said
And took away our women, beautiful women
You emphasise on beauty as if you knew them
And the cattle, a man's worth, you said

You said they annihilated us
Robbed us of a land that was rightfully ours
You said, hate them. They are pigs
They deserve not your affection
You said, and I almost listened

You washed our brains when we were young
Using big words like Genocide, Massacre
Slavery, Crimes to humanity
But there was a word missing in your vocabulary

Love.

Peace.

Forgiveness.

Co-existance

You did not teach me that
I learnt it when I drank from the same gourd
With he that you taught me to hate
When I spoke a different language
When I learnt a new culture
I learnt this new word

Love

When you sent me to learn their ways
To hate them, yet steal their machinations
Life taught me another word

Forgiveness

When all the hatred you planted in me
Clouded my ability to live with others
A new sun shone on me

Co-existance

You did not tell me this
That your vocabulary needed updating
That he who never travels
Always claims his mother cooks best
This, and more
You did not teach me
While you were busy planting hatred
In my fragile mind

Pardon Gwara, (Zimbabwe)

Picture credits: 

https://www.google.co.zw

Write me our story...

Turn this page

And continue with the story of my life

Remember, memories are on replay

It’s a default setting

Leave behind the smiles that you didn’t cause

Or the laughter you didn’t induce

Those are the pages when the pen was not in your hand

Write us like this:

Start from the moment you kissed me

And narrate the passion that was in our hearts

And this mutual feeling we hope to hold long enough

When the only pain we would want to feel

Is death as it parts us

Say to the world;

From this page on

You are the reason why I smile, that you are an

An edification of my incomplete being

Stand on top of the roofs, if you may

And scribble the countless moments

We spend looking into each other’s eyes

That when time tries

These memories should bring us home

Hold me like a lantern in the darkest night

In will illuminate for you as you write us down

So our story can be read by generations to come

To hold it close to their hearts

For we will be the modern Romeo and Juliet

For love would have guided us home

Write in this our script

How the perfectness of our imperfections

Completes us in words dictionaries cannot explain

Say our love was so hot it burned the sun

That even when demons tried to break it

Their fate met them at its gate

Tell this to generations to come

That when love is this pure and strong

Sometimes you feel you have seen God’s face

So, turn this page

And scribble the story of us

Pardon Gwara (Zimbabwe)
Picture courtesy of www.google.com