Frederick Banda Poems
- Struggles Oh struggles of old Our heroes and ancestors ...
- In The Shadows I in the shadows, witness to all the ...
- Wounded Heart I hurt a loved one today Because of my own ...
- Paper Gold It is mine. Yes, it was I, who stole our tribal ...
- Love's Memory A taste of heavenly bliss A touch by angel ...
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''I hear of women pain and sufferingTo all those with a deep sense of feeling
No one speaks of men's own miseries''
Comments about Frederick Banda
It is mine. Yes, it was I, who stole our tribal crown.
I wrestled it from the tribal council’s hands.
The militants that I have paid make my tribesmen pay a ransom for my all pains.
I will wear my tribal crown as long as I can afford to pay, the militants their daily wage.
I will not spend time on noble cause, not for tribe or any God.
My only cause is to wear this tribal crown and get my share of paper gold.
I will influence all my kind, be he brother, friend or tribe to give to those that bring me paper gold all the land my tribe possess.