Wensislaus Mbirimi Poems

I woke up late in the morning
Heard a low drawling
Looked outside in time
No sunshine
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Prologue

Sitting by the park bench
Impervious to the stench
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It all began with the mad crew and their funny chats
Over skies raining chrome fines
Yours was a name without substance and form
Like a moth to a flame
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I am writing when I should be thinking
Thinking of what my pen should put to paper
Multitudes of thoughts in my head swirling
Like a span of oxen thoughts put to work on paper
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They hate the most
The ones who loved the best
They too hate the best
The ones hurt the worst
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Hate it you might
Dirty you call it and you will be right
Being the link of anywhere in Zimbabwe
See you there soon, intending to go somewhere in Zimbabwe
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They came,
In wind propelled ships,
Loaded with goods for trade on many trips.
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Once upon a time
Zimbabwe ichangosununguka
Robert dropped the reconciliation word
Murungu wese ndokupembera
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Polluted air polluted girls all rusty and corrupt
Dirty Harare now a feature of the past
New life, new beginning with a new love
Chimanimani Mountains, valley and girl now have my love
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Ma is sitting on the stoep
I'm pretending to eat my soup
Ma is admiring her garden
I'm thinking of a girl, my garden
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