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
I am Zimbabwean
The eyes that gazed upon a star
Brought houses of stone into being
Sojourners across the water, land afar
Many rivers crossed, searing vision
Dreams of stone, across ages remain
Standing still, brooding over time
Defying tide, a legacy, proudly yours and mine Read more
Dzimwe haiku muchiShona
Nekuenda kwenguva, haiku yaita ichiwanza zvaino taura nazvo.
Kare yaisapinda munyaya dzerudo kana dzenyika ; yaingo reveswa
zveusikwa, kupindana kwemazuva nemwaka nekugarisana kwevanhu neusikwa.
Haiku muChiRungu inenzvanyira [silab'le] 17 chete [gumi nenomwe : seven’tini] dzakarongwa kuti shanu [5], nomwe [7] neshanu. Izvi zvinosiyana mutauro nemutauro nekuti marongerwo enzvanyira anosiyana. Uyezve, pane mazwi anepikisano. Read more
Tears telling a tale of her toil
She proclaimed that I had ruined us and the bliss we once shared,
That I had made her heart beat with each word I said,
And how my deceit and lies had helped split our ties,
Reinforcing the fact that I’m just another guy, Read more
Tormented
I struggle to justify my actions,
Like he deserved to die,
Tormented by the horror of my demise,
I spend his money to try and make it right,
But my gloom returns with each passing night,
Bury me next to Judas,
For I have betrayed my kind,
Tormented a poor soul with an act unkind,
May the grim reaper come and set me free,
From the torment that is haunting me…
I pray
I pray for tomorrow,
Cause today is a day to forget,
Riddled with hurt and misfortune,
My spirit is restless and frail,
I pray that things get better,
And my tears stop falling like rain,
Unable to deal with the sadness,
That torments my soul everyday,
