Not yet uhuru
For as far as concerned i are,
We are not close but far.
We are as if in the right way
But we are nicely drifting astray.
For my country-folk: I’m proud of you
For all of you who yearned for freedom
Even when God seemed to have forgotten our basket case
I’m proud of you
For enduring ceaseless pain and deferred dreams
For running deep into the darkness in search of being
For the smiles and laughter
That bloomed under torture like flame-lilies
For singing freedom’s chorus in tyranny’s face
Even though you were whipped till you bled & stamped with
Black boots and beaten by fanged boys in green camouflage
I’m proud of you
For keeping your head up
For being true to the blood of our martyrs Read more
O, The Herald
O, The Herald
How you afflict me like a boil
Making my head ache like a drunkard’s on a cold morn
Your words leap and sting, killing all sense of hope
You’re a package of poison, dripping with people’s blood
A gong of propaganda like a male prostitute
Prowling in the night in hunt for a quick squeeze
O, how you crack hearts apart
Wearily, you speak with a single voice
As if you are a one-lipped monster
O, The Herald
How many more tears will you see
Till your ink runs dry?
Transcending our deepest fear
• More Excerpts from Spirit Talk: The Wisdom of Stone Revisited
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear
is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness,
that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous,
talented and fabulous?
Actually who are we not to be?
You are a child of God.
Your playing small doesn’t serve the world.
There is nothing enlightened about shrinking
so that other people
won’t feel insecure around you.
We are all meant to shine as children do.
We were born to make manifest
the glory of God that is within us.
It’s not just in some of us; it’s in everyone.
And when we let our own light shine,
we unconsciously give other people
permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our own fear,
our presence automatically liberates others.
Marianne Williamson, “Our Deepest Fear”, A Return to Life Read more
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her grace fell upon us,
stony, cold, stiff and stinging,
as she laughed at our ramshackled dreams,
kicking them about
with her gold plated stilleto heels,
a smile flashed across her face like a gleam of steel
- well done hair, her skin
smooth, garments glittering, Read more
Ode to a dead comrade
Here,
near a mount of fresh earth,
this star
born of a peasant
woman,
a visionary,
that fought human made chains,
is now boxed
lifeless,
Everywhere,
round his solitary confinement
are tears and sniffles,
Muffled words recount this dead comrade’s great deeds,
of how he fought
and lived through
reigns of terror and
black-pitched moments, Read more
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- Zimbabwe Fashion Week Revs it Up on Second DayThings picked up pace on the second day of Zimbabwe Fashion Week, Thursday July 29, with four young designers showcasing their work. A show scheduled for the afternoon was cancelled so that a bigger show, featuring more designers could be held in the evening.
- The 5 Corniest Things Guys Have Ever Said to MeStarting this week The Zimbo Jam brings you "Teurai's Lists", a weekly column by Australian based Zimbabwean model Teurai Chanakira. Teurai will bring you lists of things that we all relate to as Zimbos, lists that will make you think, lists that will make you laugh and lists that will remind you that life is one long, er, list.
- Zimbabwean Film Wins Zanzibar Film Festival Award