Cliff Phiri Biography

Woe to them...
Who made us jump, sit and wait
Without reason.
People who got us packing bags just to unpack.
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My Jesus
Born by a virgin.
Who can imagine?
Beyond human comprehension he is.
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Machines work and rest, the heart is restless.
Magnets attracts with distance; but love is unseasonal.
Feelings go, love remains forever.
Human days are numbered; but love is unmeasurable.
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Pain is just but a motivation.
Though my foes seem many, they are not too many.
My skin is salty.
My eyes are all fire.
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His words are sour.
The waist has fallen to the thighs.
Morals were thrown into the trash.
His words are moisturised with curses.
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