Conscience.....

The conscience of society dead
Propriety fades
Cause of mentality change

Fatalities great
Moms just pushing the dough
Grinding on the floor
Kids just looking for hope
but none in their scope
False be the language at home
And tired of their folk
So they step out on the street
Get drugs in their stream
Searching for the one with the light
To brighten their night
Cursed be the love of the streets
Bow down to the glitz
Pushing for acceptance they be
Thinking it's real
Shrinking from morality
It's profanity
The cloak that poisons the soul
And boasts of the shame
The pain that leads to the blame and a kid in the frame
Enthralled by the flash of the dough
She runs through the door
Now she's on kid number four
With nowhere to go
To feed her little ones so
Her back is on the floor
Caressed but stained to the core
Disease in her flow
AIDS be a couple of miles
The Reaper in her stride
Believe I'll be looking to the stars
My vision afar
A dream that once was alive
A dream from the start
Deceased like the look in her eyes
It's all in her mind

BY PETER ZOWA (ZIMBABWE)

PHOTO CREDITS:

oncampus.macleans.ca

Midnight muses and endearments.

An insignificant being,

On the greater scheme of

things.

Dancing fingers, nervously

penned a love letter to you,

Pity though

Out of words, out of sight

out of bounds, murky night

of starlit skies of no ink

running dry,

Its written in the sky.

By lebohang Kuenane ( Lesotho)

picture credits; www.wikipedia.com

Janet........

I've never been the type to say what I feel
So basically I keep everything inside
And with you it was no different
I want to tell you, believe me I've tried

But there's part of me that just can't take that chance
So I doubt that you'll ever know
Which may be fine with you, but it's hurting me
I choose not to show it though

I guess I'm your secret admirer
That name seems to fit just right
I don't know what I like about you
But you're on my mind, day and night

Maybe it's the way you look
So sexy I can't get enough
Or how you make me feel when you come around
I instantly forget all other stuff

Maybe it's the way you say my name
Or maybe it's the way you smile
Then again it might just be everything
Getting to know you seems worth my while

But I guess I'll never know what it is
My true feelings I could never reveal to you
I'll just admire you from a distance
I'm not sure what else there is to.

By 

 Lentsoe Mahomaile (Lesotho)

picture credits;africancolours.com

ZAMBIA- WE CELEBRATE(AFCON 2012)

‘A victory dedication to the Zambian soccer team  that perished in the  Gabon plane crash’

So beautiful a noise, a song of triumph

The street madness

Chants of young and old music combined

The colour of smoke and fire

The tolerance of the law

The muscles and the steam

A tumult is born from the only Zambian goal

Arrested by guilty is the desire to celebrate

Only but for those whose great allegiance demanded

A sacrifice of life at sea

A blend of laughter and pain

A passion for an effort of lost dear brothers

Whose memories we treasure and endeavour

With pain to let go

A flush of ages

Blood, salt, pain and ashes

An old tale of a mourning president

Whose fine words could not find  grace

In Comfort for the hopeless

It takes humanity

To fly back to a land whose past

Unfolds a provoking bitterness of a worst curse

And whose share is a reward of a prostitute.

It is Gabon 2012

By Clement Suze ( Zambia )

Photo credits: victoriafalls24.com

Inspired by Daniella....

*sigh!*
i'm falling in love with that man of yours.
Your partnership with Him,your closeness,i want that too.
I wanna lay open before Him the way that you do.
To let Him use me,&inspire me through and through.

Your happiness together.
you seem to withstand any weather.
He gives you peace within&definitely makes your life better.
Is it right for me to want what you have with Him?
Would you be willing to let me spend some time with Him?

I'm falling in love with the God in you.
It's weird'cause i thought He's the same God in me.
So either mine's a fluke or i keep holding myself back so i limit him.

I want what you have and i hope you don't mind.
I watch you display Him like a masterpiece at an exhibition.
I watch you take Him everywhere..and let him lead you.
Oh please introduce me-i promise i'll be good.
&i'll say all the right things,but mostly,i'll be honest and tell him-''hi,my name's Edwina. 
I thought i knew you,but please allow me to know you. Turns out i just knew a whole lot about you.''

BY  EDWINA MAZUNDA ( ZAMBIA )

photo credits: www.google.com

Her songs.....

A bird sings and a woman sweeps her yard
Gently she draws lines on the earth’s floor
With soft whiskers of the forest straw
Her songs are riddles never to be forgotten
Or lost to her baby’s ears
For she sings with pride and humbleness
That would soothe his cries and turn his 
Frown into a toothless grin as he looks up to 
A face so dear and holds on to the fingers,
The hands that brought him life
Later on, he will not remember but he does 
Not forget the gentle caress that tucked him in
And put him to sleep at night.

But when a new dawn awakens 
And dark cloud hangs over him
When his mornings are no longer filled with 
Music but murderous thoughts
He would hide the little boy inside him under the thick
Veil of masculinity, wishing it to protect him
He does not remember but he will never forget
The songs of his mother, 
Riddles that should never be forgotten.

By Boineelo Jennifer Legotlwane ( Botswana)

photo credits: mitchellk.photoshelter.com

Take me Home And I will Show you...

And I will show you
My strawberries
Invitingly Shapely on the outside,

Femme fatale RED.

They say do not judge 
A book by its cover
Hmm...
Take me home 
And I will show you what it means

Take me home
And I will show you 
The pink that belies the curves
The subtle but hysterical pink
A pink that is warmer, more inviting
Ever more pulling

Take me home
And I will show you
A pale white behind the pink
A discovery beyond another
A glowing fluorescent white
A white that lights up
From the inside out
Radiant, snowy white.

A white so white 
That if you blink 
You will miss the final layer
.a hollow space inside that white.
That rests cosily right in the centre.

Take me home
And I will show you the breathtaking beauty
Beyond the curves,
The hard ugly dimples on the outside
The femme fatale red.

Take me home
And taste the bitter sweet taste
Of my strawberries.
The beauty you can't hear
From the curves
The inviting pink you can't smell

Take me home
And see 
that this white chocolate ice cream
Coats the beauty that is ME
And Hides me and keeps me for herself.

Take me home and I will show you my strawberries.

BY:

 Gaongalelwe Mosweu (Gao Puna Gongy Mosweu) Botswana

artwork credits: www.google.com