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The Power of Nature 2

The splashes of the flowing milk and honey
Are the intricate rhythms of nature
As night falls to usher the break of dawn,
Mr. Kingfisher goes fishing by the lake
And Dr. Starling stares all night long at the stars
Whilst Mrs. Woodpecker pecks at the mukwa wood
And Miss Jellyfish wriggles arrogantly
Showing off her new pyjamas.

The sky weeps vividly
And its tears fill the earth
The heavens are filled with rage and fury
They huff, they puff and blow furiously
Wavering Mr. Eucalyptus ‘till he’s off his feet
Only with aid of the sky force soldier:
Lieutenant Colonel Lightning.

The overwhelming powers from the underworld
Cause vigorous vibrations
Moving the earth’s foundations
The roaring thunder hisses from the skies
Devastating engines from below divide the earth into plates
 Moving large lands and colliding high rises
A demolishing power is at work
Never to be understood.

DATE	: 16/07/13

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Spirits of the Night 1

It is the wispy shadow of the night
That delegates shivers down my spine
Superstition is their belief,
But to me it’s reality
Everytime I go out into the night,
We always have an encounter;
Spirits of the night.

It is the gentle night breeze,
That seems to send an invitation,
To the spirits of the night
Patrolling the Ghost Highway
Looking for intruders from the human world.

With flow of the night breeze
The spirits of the night cooperate;
They’re probably deliberating on something new
Working on the latest innovation of mobile brooms,
Or portable winnowing baskets
To eradicate transport problems.

The restless souls from the underworld
Nash their teeth mystically
In the darkness of the night
Voices can be heard
Soft voices of intonation.

Crackling twigs and fierce growls
Can be heard as you stroll
Past Evil Dead’s Lane
In the plain twilight
It indeed is nothing but a haunted lane
With a skeleton’s meeting held in the park
All in the night.

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The Power Of Nature 1

There’re somethings never to be understood
Such powers never to be controlled
The ultimate powers on earth
Under the seas
And above the skies.

Invisible and intangible powers
Higher than the supreme
Greater than those of great dignity and authority
Powers of swift action
Powers the dexterous can’t control.

Some assume they’re adventurous
Volcanoes, hurricanes, earthquakes
All exhibiting those powers
Intrinsic powers of the earth
The unavoidable powers of nature
Deeper than the oceans.

No one knows the secret behind the powers
And who controls such super powers
To be explained as Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
The power which comes from within
Never to be understood.

DATE	: 01/10/12

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Gladiator's Fight

Fifty thousand spectators I see
Into the Amphitheatre they throng
Settled in their special seat
Senators all in white and purple robes
Gladiators prepared
Waited for the fight to begin
What a great day it is.

Gladiators wait face to face
Looking fierce in their face
Armed with bronze helmets
Swords tied to their belts
Shields in their hands
The fight begins.

The sound of the clanging swords
Is the rhythm in the great Colosseum
Cheering noises and booing, thumbs up and thumbs down
All coming from the exhilarated spectators
As they joyously support the gladiators.

Swords swing with calculating accuracy
Deliberately touching each other
Suddenly there is a victorious shout
One gladiator lifelessly lies
In a pool of blood
Victory avails to the other party
What a great day it has been.

DATE	: 15/02/10

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The African Claim

Our souls are troubled
They grieve in pain
In their own land,
They live in fear.

I am not proud to be Afri.can,
I am not proud to be who I am,
I am not proud to be where I stand.

The gurus and tycoons, Wine and dine
On our own sweat and toil
One thing sure isn’t their concern:
Our foes and pain
We remain like the spoons
Which feed the master at what gain?

I am not proud to be Afri.can,
I am not proud to be who I am,
I am not proud to be where I stand.

Everyday of our existence
Brings along more limitations
And doubled confrontations
Our labour and thirst
To them it’s not pain
For they only consider their gains.

I am not proud to be Afri.can,
I am not proud to be who I am,
I am not proud to be where I stand.

I advocate for a revolution
That will bring about the Afri.can unification
In a bid to end our humiliation
And finally reach our destination
Meant to give us full satisfaction.

I am not proud to be Afri.can,
I am not proud to be who I am,
I am not proud to be where I stand.

I declare null and void
The ideological fallacies of Euro-American faculties
Who claim, ‘Africa is full of darkness’
How ironic their claims
And surprisingly aren’t ashamed
Of the provocative claims
Void of thought or intellect.

I am not proud to be Afri.can,
I am not proud to be who I am,
I am not proud to be where I stand.

We are the machine,
That drives the world forward
The light that the earth yearns for
And the better natural hope
The world has lacked.

I am not proud to be Afri.can,
I am not proud to be who I am,
I am not proud to be where I stand
Until we take back ours
That’s been robbed by other lands.

DATE	: 22/02/18

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THE GIFT FROM THE LITTLE MAN

THE GIFT FROM THE LITTLE MAN

Here comes the Little Man, bearing his Little Gift
Of a foreign season to behold, to bless every soul, 
place a little smile, send a little shiver 
encouraging all to bath a Little, once, twice, 
and never thrice more a Sunday to Saturday 
saving the lovely water in a dry season
Oh yea’ such Lil’ man, ‘tis that time of the year again.

There is a scramble
One that is matter of life and death
Every morning we fight, till noon
All day long we yearn and wait, for a miracle never to come,
A mineral never to be explored
Oh yea’ Little Man who art traded our warmth for your Little Gift
Please we plead ye a Little mercy and grant us a little longer the Sun.

Our little hope seems never to fade away
As we patiently wait for a messenger never to come
Together we stand, but not in unity
A silent scramble for the slightest signs of the golden rays,
When the Little Man passes by on his journey to the North
The sun’s warmth is a lustful desire for every soul
A rare commodity, never to be found in the South
Not even on the stock markets.

 All creation waits for the perfect time to strike
in silence indulgence for a season they sold without a reason
to the Northern Little Man, 
What a Cold War indeed,
The time to prove mastery over the enchanting chills, 
and sacred cold from the North.

There is an outrageous and merciless outbreak
One that spares none as all fall victim to its whip
Not even the expert doctor, has the elixir for this deadly pestilence
For there is one remedy, not a medical remedy
An ancient medicine from times unknown
From somewhere between the North and the East;
A cup of hot coffee, 2 cups of hot tea with a chocolate latte 
and a plate of hot porridge,
A remedy for all to deal with the Winter Cold
‘till the return of the Little Man,
 O Winter Has Come.


DATE	: 19/05/2019

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Spirits of the Night 2

SPIRITS OF THE NIGHT 2

Meanwhile in Olympus Avenue
There’s an ancient delegation
A delegation of the ancient gods
A delegation to solve historical mytheries and mysteries.

Zeus sits on a magnificent throne
A throne of smoke and dust
He assigns the gods;
Aphrodite to love and beauty
Artemis to be charge over war
And Ares over the sun,
All these with one mission;
To solve the historical mytheries and mysteries.

Horus is up to some unknown operations
 Formulating a new elixir-expulsion portion;
Lopadatemaleipsparaomechymenoperisteranopterygon,
A fricassee of seventeen sweet and sour ingredients;
Mullet, marrow and ouzol laced with anisette,
A drink of the night, 
Spirits of the night.

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Lamentation

More stealing
And killing
Crime is more of a feeling
All done by life’s force,
Just like a hobby
Into my heart it’s crawling
As I remember holding a gun
Shooting at his wife
In a bid to take her life,
What a shameful disgrace to mine remembrance
Sadza soccer is our game
Life cries in sorrow
White my face can be
In a stone cold cell I fell
With my soul I smell the foul,
I wish all was well
And not to be in this deep well
To get of jail is what I aim
But am afraid I’ll fail!

DATE	: 22/01/10

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A SUMMER DANCE

I can hear it sounding in my ear
Leaving a glowing auditory chore
The air is filled with its charismatic aura
It’s the pressure in my leg, and the tune in my ear
And the heat in my veins

The snow melts away
Flowers start to bloom again
The wild cold winter is gone astray
Rivers will flow a-fresh
And wildlife starts to bargain on a summer deal.

The park is revived
The children rebound under the glowing sun
In the summer skies
The swans and pigeons play around 
Spreading their colourful chatter around.

DATE 	:	23/10/16

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A LETTER TO MY LOVE

My heart cries in sorrow
As I’m torn into anguish
by  the unbeguiling memories of a past untold, 
as the dark secret unfolds
one blunt regretful decision, has torn my life apart
and led it to an early dead end.

How can mine heart be at peace, nor my mind at ease?
Not after such a tragedy, for the pain I’ve wrought is untold
I’m in quandary of thought, of such reckless intent
actions that have brought great pain, 
to the daughter worth unconceivably great value and wealth
I’ve hurt, lied to and heartbroken
the one and only, who had the heart that found a place for me
to love me and only wish for the best for my life, of one who stood by me,
believing and trusting, forgiving and loving
and yet there I was, casting to the swine such precious love and care 
she had for me.

The pillar that held me together,
the one that kept me in place;
I’ve treated like a shack and wrought down with a single blow
And now forlornly I lay in despair
for I’ve burnt to ash the one home I beheld, the place of rest, comfort and peace
the home that gave me warmth in a cold winter night,
and a refreshing shade on a hot sunny day
by mine own hand, I’ve wasted her heart into fragments,
a million fragments I’ve broken it into, and scattered them with the wind
now all the hope, the faith, the love and the joy had departed
a reckless soul I’ve been.

And now the pain is mine to bear;
of two worlds colliding; though once one, 
but alas I’ve broken to two,
a heart that was meant to last the times,
and a love that was meant to have been a landmark in the world of love and romance
if truly time was a banknote, I’d make an instant withdrawal,
and go back to the past
with a single mission: to rewrite my wrongs 
            and change my present reality into a song
with a never-ending tune and hum of melody,
a love that would forever be even in times past earth.

DATE	: 07/07/20

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