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A fetching feminine
With magnificent melanin
A soft skin
With a shiny shin
A captivating cleavage
With syrupy sweat
A gorgeous girlfriend
With gleeful giggles
A warm woman
With humane heart
A mindful mother
With a sweet smile
A darling daughter
With healing hugs
A special sister
With a vigilant vision
A great granny
With invaluable insights
A natural nanny
With wondrous witticism
A habitable home
For a heavy heart
A verified vaccine
For a lonely lad
A pretty pioneer
Of a vibrant village
A success source
For majestic men
A black blossom
For dark dudes
A befitting babe
For any basking blaze
Mesmerizing melanin
Manifests in Melanie
A sent scent
Awakens Benjamin
A genuine jasmine
Flees from her black back
My beautiful black queen
NEVER bother bleaching!
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Away...
Spot her from far.
Have a tingle mingle all over your skin.
Award your forehead a scratch
As you do the arduous estimations
Of the remaining catwalk steps
Before her beauty kisses your eyes.
Let sanity flee from your mind.
(That's OK.Never mind.
Angels are never meant
For sane minds)
Coming your way...
Prepare to talk to her
Practise how to greet her
Whisper to yourself a greeting
Whose sweetness tricks
Your zygomaticus muscle
Into a seductive smile.
Then bite your lower lip alluringly
As the best Romeo and Juliet scene
Overwhelms the whole of you.
Enjoy the roller-coaster feeling
Of a heart that forgets its own rhythm.
A few minutes away...
To get on top of your muddled up feelings
And wake up the confidence demon
Wave your head in a 'NO' manner.
Grab a gorgeous gazale gaze of her.
Don't allow the jealous of a blink
To spoil this monumental moment.
Sink your nervousness deep
Inside the well of sighs.
Cast a blind eye on the people's eyes
Or acknowledge them as your cheerleaders.
It's about time...
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Elevate your hands like a clergyman in prayer
Just to inspect the odour of your exhaled air
That will transport your practiced greeting.
Regulate your lungs to spray your Rose
With nothing but the fragrance of roses.
It's time now...
Exactly when she gets near
Cockily say, 'Good morning, Madam.'
Immediately after the words slip
Away from the tip of your lip,
Remember that, 'Afternoon'
Is almost embarking on her sleep
And that the Madam title is ...
Cover your mouth instantly
As if trying to capture back the awakward greeting
Fancy the way she disguises
Her guffaws as a smile-
Revealing her pretty dimples
Concealed in the soft flesh of her cheeks
Almost...
Observe her as she catwalks it away
Leaving you dumbstricken all the way
Listen until her footsteps die away
Start scratching your backhead right away
Wondering which spell she used
To transmute your 'Hey Pretty Lady'
Into a 'Good morning, Madam'
During such perceivable old noon hours!
Blame yourself the whole day.
Tighten your fist like Muhammad Ali
Preparing to release his Sunday punch.
Then with a suppressed sigh sadly say:
TOMORROW will be a better day!
Tomorrow...
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Though in motion
Just like them
I am just a potion
To be mixed with a stem
To be concocted into some lotion
To cure their poverty problem
I am an albino
A PERSON with albinism
I am not a stray rhino
I have a HUMAN mechanism
I am NOT evil
Neither a charm for Satanism
Now my soul is a refugee
In my own insecure body
My government is like a bribed referee
Who enjoys the parts of my body
Being chopped off like a worthless tree
For greedy reporters to have a story
God of resurrection,
How will I resurrect?
When my head is in Liwonde
My two eyes are in Chiponde
And my remains that were buried in Lilongwe
Are being wolfed down in Mitole?
Since my death is not a serious case
God, was my birth a curse?
Why didn't you let me die in the hands of the nurse?
Now that my world has completely turned worse,
When my innocent life gets snatched from me like a purse
Would you kindly open your heavens widely for my soul to rest?
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I am just a tree
So be my taproot
Not leaves that fall
When seasons shoot
Their bullets of fall
I am just a man
So be my life
Not a wife that flees
When things strike
Like stings of bees
I am just a wife
So be my husband
Not a man that frowns
When marriage lands
On some ups and downs
I am just a car
So be my steering wheel
Not tyres that roll
At maximum speed
Obliviously to their goal
I am just a country
So be my patriot
Not a tourist that comes
And turns into Judas Iscariot
When darkness storms
I am just a night
So be my twinkling star
Not a gloomy cloud
That mars me with scars
And disowns a clown
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Dear Son,
As you read this letter
I believe you are fully fledged
And perhaps you have already selected
A straight soulmate among your flying flock
I know my absence's had your heart brimming with rage
May your rage wither as you turn over the pages
That have witnessed your life stages
And tirelessly waited for you for ages
Here is my invaluable advice:
To be a champion
You must become a chameleon
To adapt to this inconsistent world
To be a loser
You must turn a blind eye
To your own weaknesses that make you so
To achieve some goals
You must turn into a rifle
To reach the ever-shifting distant targets
To win a marathon
You have to take baby steps
Then overwhelm your limitations
To be successful
You must learn from FAILURE
What success will never teach you
To be an influential leader
You must be a loyal follower
And become the change you wish to see
To be a good father
A son has to find in his father
The true meaning of love and affection
To be genius
Is to perpetually practice with strong will
To thoroughly master a skill
To be educated
You need no university credentials
But knowledge to be put to use
To be rich,
The Richest Man in Babylon said,
"Learn to live upon less than your earnings"
To be wealthy,
The Stoics say,
"You must learn to limit your desires!"
To take control of your time
Brush off the 24-hour illusion
Make use of the guaranteed 'NOW'
To better understand life
Never seek its sacred meaning farther
Than in the preordained death
To master this letter
I beg you, my dear son,
Mutate into a parrot and thank me later
Your loving Dad,
Clement Ahmed Chipande
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A paper
A pen
A rope
A stool
An anchor
Write your last
Heart wrenching sword-like words
Wishing their impression will last
When your existence becomes the past
Ignoring the pounding of your heart
Due to the terror about to happen
(It has never imagined 7 minutes without a thump)
Go peer through your window
Search for any smallest signs of hope
What a gloomy surrounding stares back at you!
Curse the sacred life cycle
For the one way ticket offered at birth
Chromatography of body & soul being death
You never understand that patience
Has the ultimate power to negotiate
With both direction and path of fate
When...
You go over the notes on the paper,
Sadly rest your pen on it,
Ascend the stool,
Firmly fix the rope on the anchor,
Tie the rope into a noose,
Get it round your neck,
Take a deep sigh, thinking
It will defy the agony of death
Then suspend yourself in the air
That exact moment
You wish you had wide wings
You wish your neck was a razor blade
You wish you had darted your short-sighted eyes
Just a bit past the sour surrounding
For every strong storm paves a way for a cool calm!
But now...
You are a MURDERER
A murderer of you own spotless soul
Your soul will NEVER rest in peace
ETERNAL inferno awaits you!
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You
Sat wherever you were
Spotted me breathing
Saw how happy I was
Scowled with jealousy
Slipped sputum with furry
Sed with an evil plan
Slithered all over surfaces
Scattered yourself everywhere
Spanned from arid to airborne
You
Set up an ambush
Sauntered into my body
Swam through my blood
Strolled in my bronchi
Slid into my cosy lungs
Slit my innocent throat
Slept conjugally inside
Started bearing children
Strangling was their game
You
Scrambled science facts
Suffocated the whole world
Squandered innocent lives
Snatched people's breaths
Separated friends from family fondness
Sabotaged their every touch
Some were fathers and mothers
Sons, daughters and breadwinners
Some were just about to
Spin things right for good
Since you are too blind
Seeing blindness is for your eyes
Sinning is your righteous act
Submerged in meanness
Sundays are the days you get
Sunday punches from you
Spray right in our faces
Spreading conspicuously
Soon you'll sing the nursery rhyme
'SEVEN DAYS MAKE A WEEK'
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Our bare feet have shared wet kisses with tar
Our dreams overwhelming every wound or scar
We never thought we would reach this far
Honey, I just can’t forget how we fancied a car
How we prayed perpetually before the morning star
Now that we have His blessing
You’ve become an expert in driving
You drive me nuts
You drive me mad
You drive me insane
You drive me bananas
You drive me crazy
You have forgotten our home
You just can’t drive me home!
For had you driven your heart into mine
And taken a tour through my feelings,
You would have explored a statue of feelings
Sweet, old feelings I miss from you...
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Like a spear
Perambulating through flesh
Leaving a tear
Incessantly so fresh
Is fear
Like a macrophage
Nursing your gash
Pouncing bacteria in a phage
Rigorously in a flash
Is hope
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