Zimbabwean rhapsody
I am remembering
Those days when we used to play
Cops & robbers, cowboys & Indians every day
Out on the primary school grounds
Frolicking with joy that knew no bounds
Angelo was the artful dodger
Brian the joker
Buzzy Boy the troublemaker
Chanaiwa ran like the wind
Farai always said never mind
I will catch up with him one day
But he never did, ‘cause dieting wasn’t his way
I’m remembering
How we used to play marbles
Far away from worldly troubles
Always caught in the throes
Of boundless fun, friend or foe
Bruno (good ole Papa Bulu) was the drop shot master
O, how his collection grew and grew…
Those days, we played, darting through
Jacaranda, msasa, cicada trees…
We, too, were diverse, in our hood
Living as if we were one blood
A kaleidoscope of human colours
Playing as one
Do you remember those days
When you could gorge on ice-cream & candy floss?
There was no Bacossi then, just every day convenience
Liquorice, candy cakes and all sorts from well groomed vendors
We called ours Candyman
Back then
We would come and go on buses
That ran on time and we would go to the Les
For a weekend swim, guys and girls
Enraptured in the cool waters
Without a care in the world…
Do you remember the aroma of bacon and eggs
Sausage and baked beans
That was as ordinary as the air we breathed?
There was no Bacossi then
And we could afford to be children
I just wish the same for our own
…and their own
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