Mosi Oa Tunya

The mosquitoes were dancing outside net, Singing their treacherous songs of death; “Let us in, we need your blood”. I rose and rushed out of The brick and pole cottage From liquid waste demands, Having been carousing in solitude Till evening. A daunting huge elephant treated itself To ivory-honey fruit from tall trees, The flapping of ears denoted peace, It was in invasion of my residence. Even in the full moon that night, The smoke could be seen rising Against the star studded sky, There, where the Zambezi waters plunge Into deep gorges, My heart whispered, Again, welcome to Victoria Falls.