I see a baby with a green sweater and a moisture tone
The magic that foretell two hundred years
In it's cacoon, the following blawn is seethed
That even block the tanks from lightening
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The goat that whistles
To browse weeds as its prey
It swallowed the rub-A-dub
Was it the melody that angered?
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I was born on 15th May,1991 in Zomba, old capital city of Malawi as Mashallo Stewart Samilo also known as Brain or Mashallo. I am a musician cum poet/writer. I have published my other poem titled my dream with UNICEF. I started writing lyrics at the age of 12. I recorded my first audio track at the age of 16. My first album is called Clueless; it was firstly released as No Nah Trepidation in 2009. My poems are published by our local newspaper, Malawi Times news like Bwadzulu and Welcome to Malawi. My first music video is Welcome to Malawi (one of my poemswhich appeared in Malawi Newspaper and 2015 Malawi Writers 20th Anniversary Souvenir from my coming anthology titled Wokoma Nyasa) . My music and poems are based on natural environment, self and other people’s experiences. Wokoma Nyasa which means Malawi is tasty contented with Malawian breath-taking stories is an anthology that will hit international stage.)
When I See Africa
I see a baby with a green sweater and a moisture tone
The magic that foretell two hundred years
In it's cacoon, the following blawn is seethed
That even block the tanks from lightening
And stops the time of a chopper with its whirling and spinning rotors
precious soil crumps that were hacked off by pink cult with a mallet
The space fighters were decapitated by them
Roots that solve scientific quandaries
That the other cardinal points still racking on their brains
A conondrum that failed the professors
The wind which fight the gravity
Fauna striding with cat steps in the sky
Ropes that vomit the necessities
After licking the walls of gynae
The saucer that breaks the destination
In a blink of an eye
The brook full of fresh that descends from the mountains
A man possessed with the air
From the underground comes with a key
I see deserts, polluted waters, earthquakes, volcanoes,
Engulfing the baby
Through the opened windows the
Mosquitoes has been granted access
Inundating the sweater with projections of urbanization.