My children are slain!My children are slain!Ndafirwa nevana, yowe!She weeps as before her the desecrated bodies of her children lieCaught in the initial process of putrefactionA great peopleDark skinTaught with sinews knit togetherWarriors descended from the great...
They travelled in the wind,Words so sacred the earth could barely hold them,Whispers echoing in ancient caves and secret dwelling places.She breathes in.The sun sinking into her skin,Finding synergy with the light within as she radiates an...
NehandaCharwe NyakasikanaIs a name l feel like l have knownFor ages,Or maybe forever!
She is a woman,As l am a woman.
She is a symbol,Whose storyGrew in me a rebellious nature.
They may bury the corpse in a gravesite unmarked
warehouse the remains in the backrooms of empire
slander the name and the person
demonise the sacredness
When I got onto the poetry scene around 2005, times were very exciting, there was some revolution going on so we were more like comrades doing our poetry for a cause, we wanted our voices to be...
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This flag!This, this beautiful flagThey tell me that the green is for the vegetationAnd for the cropsI don’t see any crops in our countryHanzi the yellow is for all the...
The Error of Human EvolutionOur infatuation is fluctuatingCrippling our perspectivesShadowing our visionOn every crucial aspectWe recycle and re-circle encircled conceptsLoosing fundamental frameworksOur inspiration has been disturbedBy the movement of stationery ideologiesOur confidence dies an unnatural deathYet mirrors...
Between the golden blades of wheat,Distanced from where acacias retain their midday shadow,The sun finds entangled in orgasms,Melanin limbs of loversIn shimmering sweat glazed
She arches her backWhere his hand grips the small of...
