Mogare Nyamoko

One of the sunnless afternoon,
The crowd offers a sanctified sacrifice.
Seen unjustly gaining without vain
From a client not aware.
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Tears have dried
Like a river in drought.
A bye bye I couldn't wave;
A bye bye I couldn't say
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Now brightly it shines
Like the morning sun
But this heart, yesterday was painted
To conceal it's darkest parts.
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A moment once I was,
A survivor in the world of war.
Fought endlessly nakedly without aid.
A victor I wanted to be.
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Among the mornings
When up my eyes would crack open
And my wish to continue dreaming her ambushed,
Weak legs afraid to step down
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I fall to every temptation,
Not because I want to
Not because am too weak
But because I don't want to prove man
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The city rots,
The aroma of refuse shoots the nose
But each individual walking on the street,
Clean he, she claim to be.
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The sun has set again,
The moon is hidden
And the darkness rages fiercely
As tears drops like waterfalls,
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The thorns harmless I thought,
The sweet aroma alluring
And quickly my hands plucked
The desert rose.
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As I passed through streets,
Streets of Angels prosecuting,
Men salivated for my young body,
A body with erect mountains
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Flames of floods

The sky has darkened again like black smoke hanging,
Thunders bellows as if in competition for a prize unseen,
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He walks down the streets chest thumbing
Of how free he is
But he is more of a prisoner,
At least a prisoner.
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Received is your basket of gratitude,
In solitude he lies now asleep
Till the last trumpet shall sound.
Alive left with baskets full of different fruits,
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Today I sat in a matatu-overloaded,
Like too many potatoes in a sufuria-overheated
I sat near a handsome man,
He never spoke to me
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To the south I row,
Where torrents hit so powerful
And fear to my nerve sent
Though am eager to row
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Today as I walked
On the road and my eyes
Rotated to the roadside,
She was there with her face shining like the sun
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When father came home,
Weary and tired,
No one said welcome,
All we could see is things not done.
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The month of June almost ending
and the coldness ushering the cold July felt,
July should be known as ice month.
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Once my thought was,
the straight road I shall follow no matter what
Though darkness was loaming
I chose no shortcut.
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Almost caught up with time today,
Like a Cheetah I speeded my car to work.
But the potholes like traps
Trying to hunt my car
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