Paul Mwenelupembe

Rains are to sow and good times to love
Built on soils rich of grave land
Such a valley long way to go, it comes softly
From that dead land, a place of living
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The country descended to rages
The people geared in a gallant smile of fingers
While the mountain on top
Was sending radio massages
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I am the street kid
Here in the street is my home
It was just a slosh not by chance
I had a star shade before
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When crippled twice in the breath
When lights shine and overturn the dreadlock
When water slippers by metres' grave
The fashion follow and falls, the singer filters
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These things, these things
settling and settling in the heart
Assemble weapons and pat on the rat
And settling and settling as soldiers unto war
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History is a guide roller stone
The eastern star that stumbles on mile stones
Those mistakes still lights on the way
The best stare and tool in a corner cabinet
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That big tree, O' baobab tree
Sweet fruits you carry
Raised up at a distance
That I never reach with
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She stands there, dripping saliva
She is sick and going wirry
She reampts slowly like a tortoise
Leading down to the loo
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Lake, oh fresh lake of rivulets in-land sea
Resonnates screeds as it grabs this lift valley
And sails a sailing sailors of clouds to the warmheart
They are seen meteors, a mirror of marine giants
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Trees, were trees made first
Such a sonorant coercer amid
Rolling innermost circles, to the tree
Down are the seas with an over look
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Aflower to kiss,
the flower yet to be flowering
So cute but not yet cluttering
in the bowl, the flower is the sent
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In the Gideon valley I grew up, crawled with scars
I was drowned ten times when I was a young stratum star
The stream in between I swum when it was winter usual crest
Perfectly the home of baobab trees, songs of baboons' seasons' lake
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I wouldn't leave the stars inside if I were you
Such a watchful styles mingling that way

Let eyes blink at Malawian dances
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If all days were this day
When a child was born in a city
Born was a child among sun smiles
Of pregnant hope that swells in the new miles
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By and low by and low
The city of Blantyre and Rome
When the whistle blow and bound
The noisy killer the noisy waver grind
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At this hour of the day
At this lunch hour of love
Under the enclosed earth of happiness
We have this life of romance
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Quiet see, I so cool in tis blissful shade
Plates had a two dancing Frocks
Roses grabbing a rubbing on our lips
The cowboy, over the moon and remains within
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Kayelekela was born in Karonga district of uranium unison
It is like Sapitwa spirits that live there in hard bones unit
Two main spirits, husband and wife, dwelled in that spectrum
The compound of all spirits in the curved spurs of holy sputum
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Beauty is like a butterfly
It flies into the house
And get out of a natural sky
That buzzes from the hassles
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When life closes down from heaven
down is the gift of hell
down is the light of hope
Then here comes the king
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