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MEMORIES OF A ZIMBABWEAN CHILDHOOD by JOSI, RAYMOSE
Zimbabwean crippled beggar by Semenya, Choene Alley
Zimbabwean Trillionaire -Inflation by Ranganawa, Tawona Mzila

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Mandela In You

Mandela In You


I scanned into your entire writ
I perceived an unremitting wit;
There’s a Mandela in You,
Oozing from your daring script;

Loaded with a spirit of sacrifice
To eradicate mundane malice
There’s a Mandela in You,
That resonates in your artifice!

A Fighter for Mankind’s thrall,	
Equality for gender and for all
There’s a Mandela in You
Reprimanding: Divided We Fall!

Peace is in your daring hand
Which you staunchly defend
For, Mandela in You says
“No to Civil Wars in our Land!”

Women also need their space
Enough to powder their face
There’s a Mandela in You
Lending impetus to their pace!

Antipathy, aloud do denigrate
Which Warmongers do initiate
There’s a Mandela in You,
With a smile that doesn’t fail;

It intones when Spirit is weary
Shining when the Sky is dreary
There’s a Mandela in You
Painting Blue the Sky so bleary!

Write, write, your mantra write
Let revulsion be in your write	
For, there’s a Mandela in You
Pleading for Humanity to Unite!

Dedicated to Zimbabwean Poet, Wilson Mapfumo upon being inspired by his Poem: Cry Africa.

JM

14th Oct’ 2013


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Zimbabwean Trillionaire -Inflation

I am the Zimbabwean Trillionaire(inflation)

 Oh! Where did they go wrong?
 Now i am walking as i like in their country
 I have invited my trusted friends,
 Billionaire and millionaire
 All zeroes everywhere, they are trying to cut me off
 What they dont know is,I am here to stay

 I am a Zimbabwean Trillionaire, yes I am!
 I am valueless, so they say
 Disorder is my order
 My bestfriend sanctions has secured my stay
 I am not going anywhere whether you love me or not
 I am the Zimbabwean Trillionaire

 Diamonds my worst enemy keeps you all disillusioned
 All this dollarisation restricts my walk of freedom
 I am the Zimbabwean Trillionaire
 I am a Patriot , i am here to stay
 Zimbabwe is my home for the time being.

 All hope lost, i hear your cries
 You hate me and you want me to go
 But i am also a Zimbabwean now
 No nation will allow me in
 I am now Zimbabwean by naturalisation
 I am a Zimbabwean trillionaire and I am here to stay.

 Tawona M Ranganawa

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Look, See, Learn

Look, See, Learn


Look:

Once upon a time boiling braggart was I
‘Fore the Damascene made me look High: 



See:

Of Holy Majesty that He so commands,
Has He ever boasted of Power in His hands?


Learn:

Servant of Humility why can I not be...
Who imbibes Sate from another’s glee!



***To Humble Men and Humble Women who reckon humankind’s deficiencies!
*** Inspired by Zimbabwean Poet, Klassy Kinda, upon her cherished reference to me as a Humble Man (which I’m still coming to grips with!)


JM

31st Oct’ 2013

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Zimbabwean crippled beggar

Sprawling was he in the roasting sun outside an Indian store.
Shaking and jingling coins in his begging bowl hoping to receive more;
Just as his hunger grew terrible in his begging tummy,
Some rich man gave him a titbit of pizza, it tasted richly yummy.
Though the reek of his shoes was yay stuffy, his raiment soberly tattered –
And his body smelt malodorous but none of that to him ever mattered.
He’d grin wide his pitch yellow teeth and germ-favoured gums, opening his creased hands seeking alms;
And he’d do it over and over and over again, with sweat tumbling from ‘twixt his crying palms.

He’d sing painful songs of elegy, with grime of perspiration and muck on his face;
Weeping solemnly to everyone that passed by the town’s market place –
Alas! His tears recalled where the coins had fled, the coins of pledge of the piteous beggar;
The begging bowl of his coins was grabbed away by a snatcher, a very heartless drabber.
Oh poor crippled Zimbabwean Beggar, his weeping was all in vain,
Cos that rich man was never gonna feed him, again.

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Sorida

Sorida is greet-
Ings. My brother or sister
In Zimbabwean.

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MEMORIES OF A ZIMBABWEAN CHILDHOOD

Long ago,the guinea fowls
congregated colourfully and
inumerably and sang sweet
songs and played in the
savanah. They sang for the for
the antelopes to leap and dance in the beautiful
grasslands. The farm boys
listened and danced too,and
their hearts were merry. At
night around the fire the
folktales were interesting;the wild dogs barked and the
nightjars called peacefully. The
owls clamorous,booming hoot
was heard and the starry
fireflies flashed in courtship
dances. But the conflagrations came and swept across the
grasslands and bushvelds. The
axemen were merciless and by
their millions the trees were
severed. The poachers were
ruthless and the animals wild knew not more peace. The
guinea fowls were poisoned
enmass. The nature loving
farm boys beheld all this
chapter in heavy hearted
silence. The guinea folws nor the other song birds will never
sing again. And the times shall
never be better again.