Comments about Mwansa Mulo
My body is trapped by a shiver;
encaged by the vibrations of nature;
t-shirt and shorts battle a stormy weather;
a cold flows down like a river.
Skeleton walk birthed as my legs jitter;
am being fertilised by these rain droplets;
flesh all soacked up like a sneaker;
imagine me drenched as cooked millet.
Still encaged in nature`s vibrations;
my bones vibrate like a break dance;
one reckoned am a sought of recarnation;
another thought wise knowing its a resistance.
A cotton cloth was shielding my heart;
a duffle bag was ammunition on ...