“THE FIVE STARS OF A WOMAN”

BY VACHIKEPE: THE POET

If you are a women

Open your eyes

Do not let anyone close them

...Even on your behalf

But...just open them wider

To your own understanding!

More than the value of

Peals and diamonds

Is your worthiness...

Please...

Always look at yourself

In the mirror...every time

Before...you leave your room

Just to remind yourself of

How beautiful you are...

Before the face of this world!

Keep yourself smart

Keep yourself clean

Fresh and smiling

Because...

You are the most beautiful

Colour in this world...

So...shine on...

And do not let your star

Decay with anger...

But...let it shine on

Like the shining stars of the sky!

Anything that is not like yourself

Is open to open investigation!

And anything that is like you

Is open to open discussion!

Shine..on and shine on...

Let no man

Put off your fire...

In-between your pointing figure

And your fattest finger!

And let no man

Put off your fire

With an open mouthed cup full of water

Against your flame of survival!

Man... were created not to put off the fire...

But man were created to stir up

The goodness of your inner self

The blossoming of the inner beautiful fruits of life!

...and amongst them all

There is that special guy

Who will drive you crazy

Like a grape fruit...

Before the donkey’s nose in the road of love!

Like his Queen

He will carry you around

...be proud of you...

In his dream come true

And he will publish,

The sweetness of your love

Everyday like the daily mail!

His mystery oscillating from

His dream come true...

To expected reality unfolding!

I tell you girl...

You wouldn’t want to be with any other guy

Except...this guy

And to your satisfaction...

He is like the unexplainable part

Of every girl’s heart!

As special as he is...

Is as special as you are!

Please...

Do not carry yourself dirty

And do not end up dirty...

And please...

Do not let anyone play with your light

...Today it’s on...

Tomorrow it’s off

The day after tomorrow it’s on

And the other day it’s off!

Because the day will come

When you want to turn...

That beautiful light

Only to realize that

“You are...now...lightless!”

Do not compete with time,

Because...

You do not know...where it came from

And where it is going...

And do not be allured

To the precious values of this world

Because...

You are the biggest of them all...

And out of your value

Comes all the riches of this world

Beyond your imagination

...and beyond your anticipation!

Please...

Do not frustrate yourself

For nothing!

Please...

Do not be impatient

For nothing!

Open your eyes

...even wider to

Your understanding!

And remember

To realize and define yourself...

Every time you stand before the mirror

Just before you leave your room!

...for failure to realize and define yourself

Might lead you to a predictable- unfavourable end,

...But...the girl child...I know

Shines on...and...on...and on!

END!!! ***December/2015/(c)

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“VILLAGE OF KATANGA”

BY VACHIKEPE: THE POET

No one can resist

The fire-smoke that runs

In our misty eyes...

A cover up for electrical shot

Dusty roads,

The gathering of our

Footprints

School children,

The design of our streets...

Fish our daily vegetables,

Garden of herbs

Fresh air from the mountains...

Targeted Harare-shoppers,

The road-lighters

To Bulawayo...

Criss-cross

Waves the mbira sound...

From the appointed

Throats and fingers

Of the spoken

Generational wisdom...

With the Catholic saints and angels

Flying so high,

Like the birds of the air,

Blessing

The Katangeans with

The gifts of heaven!

And...dance we dance

To the traditional dance

Echoes from Malawi...

The once upon a time

Best night sleeper-beat!

Our silos full

Is the way we prefer ourselves!

Our thirst always quenched...

From Bombi to Coca-Cola,

Is the way we prefer our selves!

“Orange-Banana

20 padollar

Dollar hobho”

The slogan of our streets...

The best marketing aggression

I have met!

Village of Katanga

The chair of kings...

Where wisdom is

The proverb of the day

 The proverb...the simplest

Way to communicate!

Village of Katanga

The chair of chiesfs

Where world aeroplane routes

Are the dances of

The butterflies we see everyday!

Village of Katanga

The village of peace

With people of a slowly

Moderated, directed

And targeted steps...

People of cushioned energy

Ready for combustion!

The village of Katanga

My home, my town, my village...

“A dust cushioned and plastered dirty boy...

Heading towards his ordained dream”

If I was to imagine and paint

The location of Katanga...

I would place it

In the midst of Zambezi river...

As a rich green Island

In between Zimbabwe and Zambia!

But in reality...

It’s just a swing...

In between Harare and Chegutu!

Village of Katanga

Village of Katangeans

Village of Katanga

Village of peace

Village of Katanga

A village welcome to all!

END!!!

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“THE INBOX OF THE INBOX”

BY VACHIKEPE: THE POET

I just want to talk to you

I just feel like talking to you

Every time I think of you...

I just want to talk to you!

Its like...

There is a small hole

In my heart

That I sometimes fail to scratch

Slowly and sweetly

You shampoo it

With your cloth of sweetness...

Like the softness

Of smile flying feet

On a massage drill

With small tickles

Of happiness

Is how I feel

When I am with you

Is how you occupy

My space

With your irresistible influence

Enfolded in the depth

Of time being fulfilled...

Sometimes

I send you my inner emotions

Clothed in words

In your inbox

Just to show myself

Inside out

The design of a gentleman...

But most of the times

It is not enough

It is not enough

Most of the times

For I can only send you

A message in your inbox

But fail to send you

A message from your inbox

To the inbox of your inbox...

How many of you

Have managed to send messages

From the inbox of your beloved ones

To the inbox of the inbox of your beloved ones?

I guess...few if not few!

In my inbox

I am full of love

So free and happy

So exited and grateful

And so comfortable and blessed!

But in your inbox

I am cold and slow

Pride and chilly

Inquisitive

And sometimes

Annoying!

But

In the inbox of my inbox

I am really a happy man

Who really enjoys life

As it comes!

And in the inbox of your inbox

I rarely find you

I rarely meet you

We rarely talk

And you rarely touch

The veins of my heart!

That is why

I rarely like my inbox

That is why

I rarely like your inbox

Or the inbox of my inbox

...but, always so allured to

Understand the inbox of your inbox!

For the inbox of your

Inbox + the inbox of my

Inbox is = to the true

Inbox close to reality.

Independently

Usually people can live

But far from reality,

Again they

Usually live in...

And in reality

People barely meet

People barely talk

And people barely live...

But

In reality

With you my dear

We shall visit

We shall travel

We shall understand

And we shall share

And rejoice...

For

I feel the sweet fresh breath

Of your mouth in my ears

As you feel the coming

Of sweet taste of sweetness...

Every time you think of me

For

In reality

With you my dear

We shall visit

We shall travel

We shall understand

And we shall share

And rejoice...

For

Reality is better than victimization

Yes victimization

The people fighting disease

Sometimes too big to be broken

By their imagination and innovation

As it appears to be difficult

To live in a society without victims!

But...unto reality

With you my dear

We shall visit

We shall travel

We shall understand

And we shall share

And rejoice...

For reality

Is better than victimization!

END!!!

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***December/2015/(c)