Tuesday, 6 March 2018

The Bus Stop Bench



I am
Waiting for my bus
Time ticking
And my head thinking
When will my bus come?
Some are just
Coming and going
Going and coming
Without any space
To put my head or foot
Only leaving me in faith
Waiting for my bus
Who am I?
I really ask myself
Am I the bus stop bench?
Where people just
Come sit and go
Come sit and go
Or I am the broken bus stop bench?
Waiting for the right bus
To come and take me for a repair
Where I will smile through the window
As my bus waves good bye
To my bus station
Stationary I have been
For a long time
Like stationery in
An old bookshop
Rain mudding me
Sun scotching me
Wind blowing me
And cold peeling me
But! Its only one day
When my bus will come
And in celebration
I will reach my destiny.

“The Bus Stop Bench”


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Monday, 5 March 2018

Moving Partners


Today
I killed a bee
I killed a mosquito
I am glad I didn’t
Come across a bird
On my same right hand
I guess I was going
To kill her too
I guess with my left hand or
With my right leg…
We might
Not be killers
But what makes us
Really kills
And they are so eager
To defend the other
Sometimes better
Than we take care
Of each other

“Moving Partners”

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Tuesday, 6 June 2017

“AFROPHOBIC ATTACKS”



BY VACHIKEPE: THE POET

I am born Zimbabwean
He is born South African
She is born Malawian
They are born Kenyan
We are born African!

Africa with love
Africa with beauty
Africa with brains
Africa with richness
And Africa with
God given powers
Beyond measure!

Yes
That is what we are
Yes
That is who we are
Yes
Stand up Africa for your people
Yes
Roar out the combined voice of our ancestors!

We are waiting
To clap hands for your success
We are waiting
To celebrate your independence
From poverty, ignorance, dependence and numbness!

Take the book
From the class to the streets
And take the dirt
From the streets to the doctor!

Why not heal your
Neighbour with words of love?
Why not heal your
Friend with words of love?

“Love shared doesn’t darken the day”
One would say
“Boundaries do not create the beauty of this world,
But distorts the beautiful shades of the same tree!”

How then do you measure common-sense,
When we are not in our senses?
Who is stealing our senses from us?
When should we and will we
Stand up straight
With the same face?

Didn’t you destroy the land,
With your beliefs?
Didn’t you destroy the land,
With your languages?
Didn’t you destroy the land
With your fears?

When will your inferiority complex end?
Now you want to destroy the land even with your own skin?
What-then will your skin tell its children and grandchildren?
What-then will they refer to you?

A hero
Without her trophies?
A winner
Without his medals?
A beautiful system
Without its fruits?

Which kind of a tree is this?
Where is the tree of life...
Maybe we can have an idea!

Stop it
These are not fruits of Africa!
Stop it!
This is not how we measure development in Africa!
Stop it
You xenophobic ugly jungle-behaviour!
Stop it
You xenophobic life sucking disease!

We will not tolerate
This king Kong ignorant paint
For our people and our future!

Xenophobia...
Take your bags and go
To where ebola’s grave is!
Xenophobia...
Burn yourself with a big fire
Before we put our hands together
For your throat!

“Africa
Is the future
Of balanced development
In this world!”

Don’t you cry
My child to come...
It is just a change of weather
The heaven awaits with your hug!
“Stop it

Stop it

Stop it”

Echoes the love of Africa
Echoes the love of mother Africa
Echoes the love of our Africa.


END!!!


***April/2015/(c)

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