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Madumere Chidiadi Poem
They come to me with their tall tales.
I pretend to listen to their fables
Appropriately sad, I say
It's well my sister.
Everything will be fine
I say it like I truly mean it.
The truth is,
I have my own problems to deal with.
People throw banters and enquire about each other
They act like they mean well for you.
Can I get a little change from you.
I haven't paid my school fees.
My rent is still outstanding
They turn their backs
And say
I have my own problems to deal with.
We love to talk about ourselves,
Who will listen
Who wants to listen to your problems
Half of the time your talking, their mind is elsewhere
Halfheartedly paying attention to your rants
At the back of their minds, they scoff
And say,
I have my own problems to deal with.
Thank you for listening you say gratefully
My dear, your welcome.
Anything for you, they lie
They roll their eyes behind you
Who wants to carry another person's burden
Who wants to listen to your secrets?
Who wants to keep your secrets by the way?
I'll pass they say,
I have my own problems to deal with.
Copyright © Madumere Chidiadi | Year Posted 2013
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Madumere Chidiadi Poem
My face may be different but my feeling is the same.
I laugh and I cry and take pride in my gains.
I was sent here among you to teach and to love as God in the heavens looks down from above.
To Him I’m no different, His love knows no bounds.
It’s those here among you in cities and towns that judge me by standards that man has imparted,
But this family I’ve chosen will help me get started.
For I’m one of the children so special and few that came here to learn the same lesson as you.
That love is acceptance, it must come from the heart; we all have the same purpose, though not the same start.
The Lord gave me life to live and embrace,
and I’ll do it as you do but at my own pace.
Copyright © Madumere Chidiadi | Year Posted 2013
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Madumere Chidiadi Poem
As I awoke rancorously
Welcoming the first sprinkling of sunlight
Paying attention to the dusk in the skylines
The chirrup of the feathered creatures
An a cappella to my ears
I emit deeply from my lungs
Amenable to a new day.
Give me a moment to pay allegiance
To the one that gives
Life is a gift I heard
And I ask
If life is truly a gift
A gift, given unconditionally
Without any expectation
Why then do you require appreciation
If life is truly a gift
What then is the big idea
for which we are here
If life is truly a gift
Why then do we need to aggrandize He that gives?
If life is truly a gift
Why then do we have to obey the bidding of He that gives
If life is truly a gift
Why are we expected to love our neighbors
as ourselves.
If life truly is a gift
From He that gives
Aren't we a reflection of He that gives?
Man gifts
Permeated with motives
Brimming over with expectations
The reflection of He that gives
Why then do we claim to give gifts.
Without expectations.
Copyright © Madumere Chidiadi | Year Posted 2013
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