Mogare Nyamoko Poems

The sun has set again,
The moon is hidden
And the darkness rages fiercely
As tears drops like waterfalls,
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The thorns harmless I thought,
The sweet aroma alluring
And quickly my hands plucked
The desert rose.
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As I passed through streets,
Streets of Angels prosecuting,
Men salivated for my young body,
A body with erect mountains
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Flames of floods

The sky has darkened again like black smoke hanging,
Thunders bellows as if in competition for a prize unseen,
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He walks down the streets chest thumbing
Of how free he is
But he is more of a prisoner,
At least a prisoner.
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Received is your basket of gratitude,
In solitude he lies now asleep
Till the last trumpet shall sound.
Alive left with baskets full of different fruits,
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Today I sat in a matatu-overloaded,
Like too many potatoes in a sufuria-overheated
I sat near a handsome man,
He never spoke to me
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To the south I row,
Where torrents hit so powerful
And fear to my nerve sent
Though am eager to row
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Today as I walked
On the road and my eyes
Rotated to the roadside,
She was there with her face shining like the sun
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When father came home,
Weary and tired,
No one said welcome,
All we could see is things not done.
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