Gankhanani Moffat Moyo Poems

It is the fire of the bushes
And the winds of the wilderness
And the dust of the skies
That gives Africa its name
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The laughter of Africa
Echoes in the forests
Tingling cackles
Like falling glass
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Staring at the blood-stained pages of my diary
Black-faced memories uncoil
To uncover - the long forgotten sjambok
Whose smack on this black back
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Paumaliro, paumaliro tiza
Tiza kuno kuchita
Kokwamba na komalizga
Tiza kuno kuchita
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In the deep of the dark
Rocks get cold
And poets crack down the rocks
Revealing the acme of love
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We have reached the end of the road
And must now go separate ways
We must still remember the days
That we passed through together
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We are in the lab, in this room
Creating a deadly bomb
A bomb as of a storm
In the lab, in this room.
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It is the signing ceremony
Of the death pact
Who goes first
And who goes last?
That is the ghostly question
Vibrating in our insides
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I took a day off
To listen to stories
Written by dead souls while deep in their deep sleep
I went on top of the rooftop of the tower of Babylon
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As time has flown
Into the ocean of yesterdays
I have come to drink of its facts
And think of its pasts
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