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Life Is Gamble

It is a gamble

Till you try it that’s when you be acquainted with it

Life is a risk full of opportunities

Its either you dig up or you overlook

You succeed or mislay

You never know Rome till you reach it

For numerous ways leads to it

   SO, If the Ace fails take the Joker

It is not a compromise but a substitution

Hence life is a gamble its either you lose or win

But bait for the best, if you loose

Endeavor again next time

Never relinquish

… COLLEN GAGA

Copyright © Collen Gaga | Year Posted 2016



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If This Is Freedom Take Me To Robinson Island

If this is freedom take me to Robinson Island

When shall we again sing the redemption songs?
The strings of freedom are long forgotten in my nation
Injustice is their system and we pledge to resistance
The freedom our mothers and fathers fought for is enjoyed by the exclusive
The songs of freedom only sound in their ears oh the Lion of my land
Is it not yesterday we condemned injustice and oppression of us the sub Saharan?

Is this what you fought for oh Tongogara?
They enjoy the tax payer’s bread on arms to tyrannize him
I’m embarrassed of my motherland who acquisitions arms in a not
For war but its citizens, then shall it be a state with inhabitants in terror?
We have suddenly became terrorists and suspects in our motherland oh Nehanda
It seems you fought for the graduation of black oppression instead of independence oh my King Nkomo
Raise your head and experience a glance the morning sun again
Those who points out evil are now the enemy by our own leaders
Ask me of the scent of food, water, freedom right I hardly can tell but
I can draw for you the sound of guns sirens teargas button sticks, shockers and
The weight of hand cuffs as well as the walls of Chikurubi and
Oh Lobengula let your bones rise for us our cherished grandpa

For how long oh Kaguvi shall we be second class citizens in our homes
They prefers a white friend for a black one Neo-colonialism some call it
The marketplace you left us oh King Musika are now for the Asian investors
Not it is bad, but our prohibition of vending even in the corners of our towns
You find your child under the rod of a lawman not for crime but gathering for his
Family while foreigners and elite ones are marketing indoors
In their road blocks it either you are white or you pay

If this is freedom the lock me up in chains of slavery
They fail to respect the edicts we contracted on as one, and claim our freedom fo us
Is it so
They rule the book not by it or letting to rule.
Wealthy and deep pockets is abiding by the law for the tribunal is on sale
Justice is now found in the market place than the courtrooms
Say a word against them congratulate me if you see the morning sun
We pray for our sons and daughters oh Lion of my nation,
For how long shall they persecute our prophets oh Fathers of Africa
Chikurubi has rather been turned into a church and school for the just lie in her bosom
For how long o God shall we be captive in our own homes
If things gets hard we calm if they are harder were most calm
In their hardest times composure dwells in us but the time has come
Tajamuka, sesijamukile hatichada sesifuni enough is enough

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But I Try So Hard

I tried

It’s like I’m taking five steps forward

And ten backwards

Everywhere I go trouble follows me

Victory found a way out of my life

I smell the early sun with others and have sleepless

Painstaking nights just like all and sundry

My imagination is big but my hand can’t reach success

Step by step I go with my mates but it seems we are taking

Different roots….mine is just like a loop

All my expectation is shrouded in obscurity

My hands can make but never bring about,

It’s like I make to break

Its like fate turned the tables against my soul

Am I born to die trying or archiving?

They say every one has a destination but can’t find my home

I breath fire of struggle but just sewers all my  

Work get spilled

Flowing away with the rivers of failure

All my best I tried but I seems my

Hands are tied and can’t make changes

… Collen Gaga

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Love

Love …

The power of power rests in her hands
She syndicates two together to generate voluminous.
She is so-called pressure by others for imperceptible she is, but then vintages prominence
A thin stripe divorces her from abhorrence but she outshines him
Her implication is just an approximating of salt, noted in absents
You never would make it without her in the course of the journey
She makes hard paths soft and easy to manoeuvre
The lone endorser of darlingness, understanding, and obedience in men.
Who would make it deprived of her? Even the Royals and Potentates needs her.
She is the treasures of life and the motive for living which brands living, living.
Schools, churches and homes and associates make her their goddess
The integrations of humans typically consequences due to her and in her absents wouldn’t amalgamations decease?
Hate her and lust, hate, envy then see if even a dog needs you.
Those who hates her are swim the pools of hardship and death alive.
Mighty Gods stands fr the mortals due to her soft power of uniting even the different
She has been a major reality of life and a vanguard of living for millenniums 
The mighty queen of life who runs beneath hearts even of evil ones.
Only those who chose her made it and those who fail crumble in the paths of hatred lust jealousy and envy which leads to disaster
The blind one makes two different ones, one to extinguish trouble
She makes the world a better place, not for her it would have been hell on earth
The lone princess of Venus, natural love is an integral part of life.

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She Is My Angel

My angel

Out of the blues came an angel

My heart confessed what a beautiful feature the

Earth has presented

A height of perfect size

The chocolate Queen of Africa

Eyes glowing like the reflection of the moon

Still calm voice like the night

Soft skin with wet hands just like a baby

Who doesn’t want to around her?

A reflection of angels

In the hierarchy of beauty she stands next to the cherubim

Her heart the home of love...

Her songs the flowing waters and energizer of my life

Her name is an angel.......

... COLLEN GAGA

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It Hurts

It hurts,
just looking at her hurts
The bond that connects me to her is not the other way round
It hurts to have a one sided love while the one you love hardly notices
The confidence to talk to her is washed away by our social class
She is beautiful and celebrated on collage but, I live a ghost life
She is s smiles with her equals, while I hide behind my book
Trying to describe her in words
It hurts to feel that the one you love was hurt by your own friend and that lives you
In throbbing for nothing you can do about it.
It hurts just beholding into her slick white round eyes knowing you hardly can get to her
So assertive I could be at times but it hurts when the audacity to tell her,” You are beautiful” fades away
It hurts to hear the tales of her and other Romeos than you
Oh my God it hurts
I even feel like I’m horrible, usually I feel dizzy with my heart pounding lethargically
All her movements’ in spectacle are always in a sluggish gesture and it hurts me when I glance her curved body in this motion
I only wish she may possibly discern, maybe my paper will get to express to her my tale
My sandman even cry when she passes by us since the sensation I have for goes beyond
If I were to reach a fortuitous of proving my feelings to her,
I would extinguish all my life just to demonstrate my affection and devotion to her exquisiteness
Her beauty is from the heart and fused with the prettiness of her appearance.
Sandoz… it hurts loving you short of you perceiving.

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I Wish It Never Happend

....I wish it never happened

 

On the first day of our story, the future seemed so bright

Written all over your face was a happiness and joy

Your smile was a touch to my heart which left an imprint

All the good times we had are my best memories

The end times reminds me of how you stood by me

Happiness joy and love was our fate given gift

You kissed by the book my love

Your words were a composite of love, joy happiness and strength

The look from your eyes made me strong

...But my love...

That was there up until nature fall us apart

The transformation of your code the a monster’s

Your serum lips now spitted python venom

Flame of hatred gloomed in your eyes suddenly

It was never your fault my love and will never be

Myself I blame for my unsatisfied eyes

...Collen gaga

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I

I
 I the great leader of Africa, 
A true revolutionary of the pan African struggle
The acquitter ’s blood I enjoy, in the tears and sweat
Of the peasantry, I stroke and baptize all descendants
I the great dance of poverty rhymes, mambo in the melodies
Of the howls, mourning and weeping of the ancient and infantry

I the prodigious leader of liberation skirmish
Who can sojourn me?  Who can rheostat me?
I for one the predecessor of soil they are sons to
Neither death nor era stances my way
I am greater than the commonalities. My voice,
Is a sword that incisions with both ends
Remind me my accountabilities and see the morning sun
I slay in any angle age nor gender despise you are mine on not
I am Malta all my age mates are departed, bereavement
Took them to their ancestors as I animate to demonstrate my supremacy
 In the heights of Nyanga flora and fauna trembles the echoes of my voice
My word is the judiciary I am the law the rule is me.

I the forebear of peoples, leader of a race
As black as my skin is my heart
Only bullets can confiscate my Crown 
Ballots reinforces I myself and radicalize thy
I enjoy their pitiful demonstrations peace rains on me I their reigns
Their pursuit for freedom springs me hopefulness in my livelihood
Their pursuit for justice decorate the shields an medals of my great success
Where ever they are, my ancestors are gratified, my comrades are awe-struck 
This is what they suffered for in the thick forests of our land,
Oppression, poverty and suffering and injustice, a fight amongst us

I a revolutionary who enjoys dressing every newborn in 
Jewelry, jewelry of chains in hands and leg irons
To the rich paint them gold, my patriots and commissars
I get them aluminum chains.
This is my story I the great leader of liberation revolutionary
A devoted pan Africanist and a leader of race
Miss your dread I be defeated my legacy, stay forever frightened

Copyright © Collen Gaga | Year Posted 2017

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I Chose To Scribe

I’m sorry but I chose to scribe
I’m running out of words
I really wish I figure out how to set this
To you
I was never the child you wanted
I can’t face you into the eye because of my shame
I extinguished all the family flame
I was to be the yellow rose of the family garden
But I chose my path
The desires of my heart parted with your expectations
I know it hurts to yield reeds in from maize seeds
All your efforts to customize your son blew away
To me as well it is just like a live surgery
Leaving you ways I never wished but what doesn’t kill us is good for us all
I might be leaping in the dark but I’m in the right direction
My heart follows it desires
A pilot would have been, politician or even
An optician for my knowledge is like a field I cultivate it in my own way
But my mind and heart are in the people.
I believe arts are a voice for the voiceless community
In media and arts lies the power of words
Standing up for the people, being their comforter
Motivator and activator if possible
... Thus why I chose to scribble...
...COLLEN GAGA

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The Man In the Mirror

The Man In the Mirror
when all hope is lost, times are hard
family and friends dispatch from you.
that time when you are left all alone in your own, mess.
I'm talking of the moments you fall and everything just runs away from.
it is that time when even the wall curve in roof falling in all on you.
there is only thing left of you
the power to resurrect now lies in its hands hands.
it have been there since you birth and understands you better than any thing else
when you fall down it comes in with you always on your side.
unlike the shadow which sometimes is scared away with light
that one stays with you.
when times get to their worst just get to the mirror and see that who is with you
that thing is the man in the mirror

Copyright © Collen Gaga | Year Posted 2016


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