Stella Sisanda Qishi Poems

She queues outside a community hall
With a two-month old hanging loosely on her back,
the worn out towel tied carelessly;
A three-year old on the left
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Down the alleys of St Familiar
I hear a mother weeping behind ajar windows
After failing yet another test
After giving in to yet another pull of the tug-of-war.
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Something seems to be amiss with this picture...
you were once so frolic, so carefree,
so fraught with joy and so ebullient
amid the stranger taking ownership of your space
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The devastated blighter groaned
and grunted with almost every breath
and in times he vigorously shook his head.
He flickered his eyelids
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Fathers sigh
Mothers weep
Sisters scream
Brothers sob
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Life's a play scripted before the creation
of you and I, penned down by Ambition,
Edited by Dogmatism and directed by Greed.
Our cues mystify both the cast and the crew-
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Especially for Lesley Manyathela
Gift Leremi and Fernando Matola

streetlights blur before every dark hour
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We scheduled an appointmentto meet at the church confessional
And brainstorm solutions to my fruitless life.
He called to postpone.
We set up yet another meeting at the peak of the mahogany hilltop.
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You sat on the sofa
Your legs crossed over an armchair
Staring blindly at the images on the tv screen
your heart as distant as Jupiter
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Im Puleng
and my droplets of love rain over your head
to shake u back to sanity.
You're Ngozi...well now, what in the Lord's name was i thinkin?
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