The Divorce

Fudzikomele, who will believe this?

I walked through the front door,

And you said, “Get Out of my Face!”

You said, “Else, you will find yourself finished.”

Today, I walked through the front door again,

And you said: “Look at the time! Look at the time!”

Thank you; I stepped out through the front door again

I didn’t see a thousand flaming trees on the road.
Instead, hills fell over each other, royally, to greet me.

By daily dying, I’ve learned to be.

I hope my silences are accurate and true

Maybe, it’s true, in the dark eyes begin to see better.

She and Me

The greatest news for a long time

Was when I heard she “IS DEAD!”

She was the graveyard of my youth

The leprosy you can’t endure

Right now, I am dozing between belief and disbelief

I remember how she made pain work over time with me

Night and day, my head was lost in the fog

My tears fall like rain before I could cry

She has a heart forged of iron

And her love was full of acid, sulfuric and nitric

I never knew this from the onset

Till she made me eat the bread of sorrow

Tonight, I pray God to grant me a belated solace

And I don’t care to skip work today.

For Lives lost in South Africa

Amenorvi, your death didn’t give me pain;
How can it shake me when my feelings are numb?
African men and women, what has become of us?
Yesterday, we fought together for the peace of our land,
Today, we sold our unity, killing one another on streets
Loaded with blood-soaked faceless human bodies.

Is it for this that we stood in long lines on Robben Island

And shouted Amandla when at Pollsmoor Prison,
There were no mountains to shoulder our sorrow
And no rivers to dissolve our tears?
Is it for this that Rolihlahla Mandela died?
Africa, our Sun has fallen into the ocean.

Take the gun, take the machetes, walk the streets,

Search the alleys for every footprint coming to town,
Drive each soul away from the lovely morning,
And fence the moon, divide the sun and take the stars
Apportion them according to your household!
Are we no longer kith and kin of the African world?

I pity it, I pity it when I look across the street

Many like us are lying there in the dust,
Blood spread on the streets of J’burg;
Machete wounds cut the head in two;
And many souls are caught in an oppressive night,
Away from home, and this pen refuses to write.
It tells me, we cannot write a song. It pities it.
 

Norvinyewo, the silence of the starry night

Shouldn’t burden you to go lost in memory.
In the remaining light of the day we won’t forget 
Those we lost along the way, and they know
Those left at home will listen to every dog’s bark,
To not keep quiet when there are no answers to WHY.
They will cry, they will weep, till every soul reaches home.

She's Out

Don’t ask me who or why

All I know is that she's out of my heart,

She drifted with the whirlwind long ago

And I don't know whether to laugh or to cry.

Despite my sad and faded face,

Though there are shadows on my brow

Truth be told, not often a robin comes to build its nest

Upon the leafless bough.

I once welcomed her royally into my arms,

That was years ago, but awful was her faithfulness
And it cuts like a knife, especially

When you want to keep your love deep inside you.

Now she's out and she knows

My love can’t wait on indecision.

Where is the Love?

How do we go from here to love

When violence wrecks our nations
When indifference is the gain of pledges

How do we go from here to cherished hope

When corruption is the order of the day

Around us are war, hunger and destructions

Everywhere unity is just a word on lips

And grinding of teeth the order of society

Where is the love when mothers nightly cry

And the bereaved can’t be comforted

Around the world I see countries

And families torn apart by war and strife

I can’t see peace when the people are not free

Where is the love that blows in the gentle breeze

That every soul can breathe a sigh with smiles

Where is the love when children disappear
And fathers are lost in deep agony

Where do we go from here to hope

When darkness becomes our companion
And our land is watered by bloodshed

Where do we go from here to love

When the land is uncertain of what next to come

When the haunting past storms into the present

And the future mourns of its failed mission
Can we find love again before hot sun overwhelms us

Where is laughter when defeat is our destiny
And how can we get to seasons of hope
When the sun sadly walks us by to its place
And our tears become the cloak of our existence
Oh Lord, where is the love they promised

MySelf Again

The tree in that sickening pot
could have grown tall like the baobab

on the side of the mountain, but you carved it,

and forced it to the size you want.

Every day you whittle him and tell yourself

how lucky, tiny tree, to have a pot to grow in.

And you bound its feet, crippled its brain,

muddled its hands and dwarfed its growth.

It is our nature to grow.

One day, when you wake from your dreamland

you no longer can cup my constant image in your eyes.

There will be a grave attention in your eyes

and without words you’ll survey me and my world.

There the dim past and the present will mingle

in an opened-mouth amazement.

In all tenderness, truth and untruths will struggle;

and you no longer will keep me like chattel slaves,

cramped in roach infected shacks of your inner senses..

Your sickening pot would be gone;

my growth would be mine.

Good Night My Love

When the jostle and flurry of the day goes silent

My heart beats for you;

And it gets louder and apparent when the sun goes down.

When night takes over day; I start missing you

In ways unimaginable.

When the stars lit up the dark night sky

I feel like staring into your dreamy eyes

When it is time for bed; I wish you were by my side

So we can both go together on a dreamy ride

Kissing one another good night

It’s Time for New Beginning

Many of us are in bondage within ourselves but we don’t know it. What could you accomplish once free of the ropes of resentment, the bondage of blame, and the fetters of fear? There's freedom in forgiveness of a nature you can't know, until you take the time to cut the chains and just let go.

A time for new beginnings

From baby years to present fears
let sinners be redeemed
Then lucky eyes will see
that things aren't always as they seemed

A cosmic shift, a needed gift
when all the stars align
And clouds reveal the long lost sun
that's been there all the time

Forgiven past, a brand new cast
your lesson is at hand
But dwellers in denial
miss their chance to understand

Embrace the new, a different view
let go of blame and shame
It's time for new beginnings
seek your glory stake your claim!