Edward Dzonze Poems
|2.||The Blackest Black||9/6/2013|
|3.||The Day After||11/7/2013|
|4.||Question Of Note: Why?||10/5/2015|
|5.||Letter To The African Chair||10/10/2015|
|6.||A Cry For Peace||11/14/2015|
|8.||Victims Of The Ploy||5/5/2016|
|9.||The Black African||5/27/2016|
|11.||Made Of Black||6/13/2016|
|12.||Treading With The Devil||6/13/2016|
|13.||Scars Of War||6/27/2016|
|14.||The Story Of Africa||6/27/2016|
|15.||Cassanova On The Bedside||4/23/2012|
|16.||This Way To My College||4/24/2012|
|17.||On The Day Of The African Child||4/24/2012|
|20.||Crying A Cry||6/7/2013|
|21.||The Black Teacher||6/7/2013|
The Black Teacher
Even if it rains in white snow,
I will shelter my head under a black umbrella.
For the white storm
that splattered the bones of Nehanda and Kaguvi,
I will dangle a black pendent on my chest.
For the white oriented hatred
that narrowed the life of Martin Luther Jnr,
i will drink from a black calabash
to dwell in rememberance.
Even if it pours in red blood,
I will carry with me a black umbrella.
For the black dye
that was used to dye the grey hair of our ageing parents
for sale in foreign lands,
I will not trade this umbrella for a ...
This Way To My College
If you were not at my college,
this way to my college please
Maybe i better close one eye
and open the other so that i don't see
A group of female students queeing at a lecturer's office
to exchange their all for a simple pass
Maybe i better close that one