🇿🇼 I've Not Lost Hope Yet 🇿🇼 Poem by Munashe Rupazo

In all that I know

In all that I've been through

I fought for my liberation once

I lost many gallant sons and daughters of my soil

I had redeemed the future for my children

I called it Independence on the 18th of April 1980


It was supposed to be the Independence Day my children would celebrate in the future

It was supposed to be the National Heroes souvenir

A memoir for my Zimbabwean History






I have a question to the man that brought my misery back!

Once I bled tears of blood, you pierced my heart with your conniving selfishness.
I dragged my helpless body to the spring of life and you destroyed the tributaries.
I endeavored to talk and ask you to change yet you did not pay attention.
I cast a ballot in the desire to influence democracy in my house yet you threatened my choice.
I cried in agony and you sliced my tongue out of my mouth.
As if it was not enough... You chopped my hands off so that I couldn't harvest for my starving children.
You lied to my conscience and made me believe it was my fault that I was suffering.

What do you hope to gain from my misery black man! ?

For with ammunition you inject my degree certificates with your bullets of unemployment.
You suffocate my bank account with your teargas of bond/rtgs.
You enhance 'diplomatic taxes' and use my money to fairy your mega false deals.
You embed my bed with sleeping pins that haunt my rest.
You force me to support your name while running on top of red charcoal.
You strip my grandfather off his pension and threaten to take his land just so he calls you president.
You rape my sister in broad daylight and call her a slut because she told you her 2 year old is hungry.
You brainwash my young with infertile land and give them t-shirts to kill those who oppose you.

Black man what do you hope to gain from my misery! ?

Pasi nemhandu is your chant!
Kutonga is your motivation!
Aggression is your tool!
Military is your defense!

Indeed your skills materialised before the face of my innocent people.
I had faith, I hoped and I prayed your grip would lighten at the change of control
Alas!
It was the glove they removed to make your grip tighter.

What do you hope to gain from my misery black man?



My pains have taken the best of me.
My wounds have eaten to the marrow.
I've tried everything one could.
But I cannot say I've fainted

Because there is one more thing you should know




You may kill me
But you will never destroy me

You may steal my wealth
But my Will is already signed

You may take away my crown
But you'll never ever take my kingdom down

My hope is greater than it seems,
For in every bad that rises:
The good will rise above the bad,
The righteous will rise above the wicked,
The blessed will rise above the cursed.


Father!

You know best the pain I've been through: the suffering and the struggle. I did not choose this Lord; neither was I aware of the predicament ahead when I voted.
You were right when You declared: Your ways are not my ways. Your thoughts are not my thoughts.
Now that I know, Father! Redeem me from this misery: It is only You Lord that can remove Saul for David to rule. For Saul has taken my sons and appointed them for himself.
He has taken my daughters to be confectionaries, cooks and bakers.
He has taken my fields, vineyards, olive yards, even the best of them and gave them to his servants.
He has taken the tenth of my seed and gave to his officers and servants.
He has taken my menservants, maidservants and put them to his work.
He has taken the tenth of my sheep: and I, I Lord, he has made me his servant.

I cannot have peace, unless if You Lord fight for me.
I have not spilt his blood but mine cries from the soil, vengeance is Yours Lord hear my cry and fight for me.
I have lost faith once or twice but today I'm convinced Lord, only You can fight for me.
Allow the few remaining of my children to live and testify Your goodness in the land of the living.
May a few survive, so that my name may not perish from the face of earth in the hands of Saul.