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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