Genuine love and kindness is desperately needed in this world. It comes from appreciating the object, and rejoicing in the object, wanting the object to be happy and well, but holding it lightly, not tightly. And this goes for possessions too. You are in an extremely materialistic society in which the possession of more and bigger and better is held up as the total criteria for being happy. Read more
I came, son, I came. . .
I came, but I did not go in
There were many already, many of them
I saw their limp faces, dulling eyes
They were waiting, maybe even hoping
I pushed my head through
I shook my head, I know not why.
I had heard, I heard
Words spoken in haste, with passion
Baskets full of words arrayed, some
Writhe and spit
Others prone in supplication
Words shooting straight, my earth moved
I could not believe
I had to feel for myself
The sound of pain had not moved me
I reach my hand to you
In the ground, I came
To press your body to mine
You had your piece of country
Pressing you
For now.
Farai Madzimbamuto
I pray for death’s cold finger
To touch the shallow shells of my master’s frame
Not entirely so that he may linger
And share in my immortal shame
An experience so unkind
That fatality appears as a sweet release. Read more
