The rich, deep tone of the skins of the Chewa people of Malawi reflects an image of a race that has seen the passage of time. They have adapted with resilience and strength to the challenges posed by the relentless sun.
The dark hue of their skins, like the fine edge of our galaxy, embodies identity and heritage. A heritage of a culture so vibrant, and an identity rooted in resilience. The Chewa, the black of Malawi, is a symbol of enduring strength.
Their traditions are woven into the very fabric of the land, from the rhythmic dances to the sacred rituals, so grand. Their voices, like echoes from ancient times, tell tales of old, of a people united, with spirits bold, and hearts of gold.
Why Poverty
Turned to be
Malawian Poetry
while we have
the lands and
Young People?
It is impossible
And
Unbelievable
In this time.
Let us stand
Up
Say together "Stand up!"
Very up
and
destroy
our biggest Enemy
which is called
Poverty.
Let us focus
On the Ideologies
Of the late King Mndala
Chimbalanga
to change lives
Conditions
Of thousands
Of Malawian family
Groups.
Dedication to :Emily Stancy chimombo
Ndiwe Mai Malawi
Biblically your are a creature made of dust
your body scent feels like gold
which when I cuddle ,I wear it on my flesh
It feels permanent like the ink on my skin
Ndiwe Mai Malawi _
You're a priceless piece of art
I can never put on auction
but I can bait my life for
You drill Oils to keep me healthy , is oil drilling healthy?
Yet You guard me for the next generations
You're a virtue
my pride & my home
you're lake Malawi
Ndiwe Mai Malawi
I desired for perfection
then mother nature gave you
Mai Malawi, whose given me strength,peace, joy and affection
Visionary woman you're
Ndiwe Mai Malawi
Bitterness & kindness all in one body
A blooming heart?? with broken pieces
Gold can be melted, allow me to put together all the broken pieces
Ndiwe Mai malawi
They take me through grasslands
Of the sunny flat lands of home
Dotted by baobabs
Young ones running up and down
Elders , to and from farm
Changing tunes low and high
As they sing them
In turns
To suit their situation
Yao songs
Sometimes they bring to life memories
That strengthen bonds of blood
Making turning backs on each other forbidden
When you remember lullabies
Sang by them to you
When you were a toddler
A yao toddler.
Happiness is better expressed
The rythms hold sorrow captive
And to anger exactly the same happen
As hunger politely walks out
To give room
For people to dance
To the on spot composed tunes
Yao tunes
WELCOME TO MALAWI
Where you can drink Nthobwa
Where you can eat Chambo fish
Where you can see the beautiful view of mount Mulanje
You are welcome to the warm heart of Africa
Where you can feel our nature
Where you can see our priceless culture
Where you can dance Malipenga
You are welcome to the warm heart of Africa
Malawi, it’s a place to be
Where peace reigns
Where everyone is everybody
Regardless of skin color, my tribe, my race
Malawians are beautiful and friendly people
You are welcome to Malawi
In the deep veins of her corridors
Flow thick blood of academic Excellency
Dwelling in the hearts of her blocks
Is the dream to serve the nation
Patiently we had to wait
for the lovely and beautiful expectant UNIMA.
To give birth to her, the giant of the land.
The fourth labor of mother UNIMA
Yielded this bouncing baby of the warm heart of Africa
Standing still with her pillars in the armpit
The armpit of great Masauko Chipembere highway
She is the real reason. The reason,
Why Malawi swims in the deep rivers of Africa.
Across the borders raising its flag in the white man’s land
We have never imagined that there can be this day.
A day that joy and celebrations will find their way.
Out of our minds and into every corridor of hers.
Tears of happiness flowing down the cheeks of Blantyre
The day when every institution trembles with fear
Bowing down to this great conqueror of the land
Crowning her as the great Queen
With her kingdom celebrating 25 years of victory
The silver jubilee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Limerick: Once a Woman-Cleanser in Malawi
for Seodi White
Once (a) Widow-Cleanser* in Malawi
Insisted (on) being paid double fee
The dead man made certain
Left gift (on) this side (of) curtain
Now Cleanser on (the) dole with H.I.V.
• The “Widow-Cleanser” is a Malawian professional
“intermediate husband” of widows imposed on women
who cannot – under the laws of Malawi - own anything
legally, EVEN their bodies. The Woman-Cleanser sleeps
with widows for a fee ($50/-) in order to prevent widows
and future husbands – from being polluted by the dead
husband.
This limerick dramatises facts divulged in a CNN interview with
valorous women-rights lawyer: Seodi WHITE on March 17, 2013.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
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