In caravans of chains through the jungles we was
By our kith and kin to the worlds unknown we was
By the shores of eternity, white gods awaited us
Like cattle, we were loaded into ships unfamiliar
...
There are times in life
When darkness is so thick
Times in life
When tidal waves touch the sky
...
The very Great God of Heaven
For our sake, humbled Himself
To those of us in darkness, sent He a Preacher of the Gospel
To the brokenhearted, sent He the Healer
...
There is a colourful butterfly in the grassy plains of my mind
Nevertheless, I am not sure whether to celebrate the day I was born or not
Was I born or was I evicted from my mother's womb
If I was evicted, then when was I supposed to have been born?
...
Emmanuel Nambware insists that I must start a musical band
But how without any land?
Maybe with him managing, it could trend
I am not sure if my writing and my singing can blend
...
Faced with extinction, human race tithers,
Scientists in momentous frenzy of warnings
Whether justified or not, the vast sky seems to ignore,
While potbellied world leaders squander it off in airconditioned auditoriums
...
Today my head feels grey
I'm exhausted even from things I can't think of
Then I feel like better I just vanish
One moment, I'm all spritely as a sunny day
...
One day I was walking in the wind
And clouds gathered around me into a storm
In the volume of narratives, I met one stormy Joe
Who was seeking the demystifying alternative
...
Men lie
Women cry
So, they say
Maybe women enjoy crying
...
My forlorn silences
That sound musical echoes
From futures so bright and lofty
Whose right hand transcends time and space
...
The beauty of being
Like a commonwealth of thought
A collective of emotional love hive
Our African social bond
...
Portals of mercy bountiful
Cascades of grace divine
Highs and lows of youthfulness
When the pull of energy is but fooling to the young mind
...
This world is strange
Very strange beyond any imaginable range
Take care that you do not sneeze lest it freezes
Rather sneak out and enjoy the breeze
...
Warm hearts do not grow old though you are a year older today
You are rather a year wiser, I would say
Even as you watch, the pages of your person unfurl
Telling the stories of both your struggles and passions
...
Thick immoral concrete walls all around me
The smell of sin and hell rot in the air
Humans partying in the scum
I watch my religious upbringing huddled on the hard floor
...
I saw him in my full-length wall mirror
I smiled and he smiled back
He looked calm; not sure if I thought him handsome
I wish I could have guessed his age
...
The sound so discreet like the Carlos Ghosn escape
Like a lion's roar only heard afar of in Lebanon
Pouring into the gorge in a torrent of quiet and comfort
Way away from the prying eyes of the Japanese judiciary
...
He woke up young and fair
Warm thoughts with no care
Cloudless skies, joy for birds of the air
He walks with a strange gait with no shame to spare
...
There is a people whose history is unknown
Not because they do not have any history
The First Nation of the sub-continent remained mum about who they were
Their land had be invaded by a strange peoples
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Dew glistening on the juicy lips of the green grass
Moisturising my bare feet planted firmly on the breast of the grass covered earth
All serene, awaiting the rising of the sun to brighten your face with a smile
Golden rays peeping out of the eastern horizon of youthful love
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I went to Kuwadzana 1 High School for my Ordinary Levels and then to Mount Pleasant School for my Advanced Levels.Then I did a certificate in Travel and Tourism with the University of Zimbabwe. I am a human resources practitioner in Victoria Falls Zimbabwe. I am a devout christian and a door to door evangelist.)
We Was
In caravans of chains through the jungles we was
By our kith and kin to the worlds unknown we was
By the shores of eternity, white gods awaited us
Like cattle, we were loaded into ships unfamiliar
Faced with unfathomable expanse of waters to the unknown
Kicking and screaming we was
Thunderous roars of waves breaking us free from who we was
Thumping rhythms of spiritual songs our communication
With whips, the white gods terrorized us
End to end the expanses of water stretched
Distances so furious, touching the very end of life as we knew it
Of the feeble among us, to the sea were fed
To the life we knew we was dead
Our traditions and identities into the depths of waters buried
Into the afterlife we was, as commodities
New names they gave us; new languages taught
Slavery robbed us of our humanity
Their plantations and mines we worked
Their homes, towns, and cities built
But were not allowed to live in them
After getting filthy rich from our sweat and brow, freed us
Freedom into emptiness; armed with slavery as a lifetime occupation
As we was then we still is even so today
PHILLIP NINE MAFUNGA
31 May 2020
It is always easy to apportion blame than to draw lessons-naturally!
Commercialized truth is as dangerous as any half truth or lie
its not everything that comes into your mind that must come out of your mouth.
Usapemberera nyoka iri muchirugu chemuvakidzani wako
For I would rather be safe in a dark prison than be imprisoned in my own mind by fear
It is in the melody of pain that songs of victory have meanings.
In the politics of being, evil individuals stick out tall. They do so because the good among us would rather not
If you do not descipline your children do not worry they will be desciplined by the police in the streets and prison wardens when they are of age.
It is easy to agree with a popular opinion that to be an independent thinker, muchmoreso in these days of 'woke' culture!
This a generation of feeling and no thought willing!
It is foolishness not to love, but to feel loved is beauty magnified!
Whining is the greatest undoing for most of us.
The beauty of a country is amplified by its people and people are political creatures. Its not easy therefore to separate the landscape from its occupiers.
There is a serious disconnect between words and their meanings in the modern day society. Meanings have become so subjective and fluid that the interpretation thereof becomes individually perceptive rather than objective.
I has come to me late in life that greatness is in the simple things of this life.
It is in the cryptic of thought where a strong opinion is founded.
What you hear is not important but what you do with it is what really matters
I am persuaded that war strategies are archaic judging by the amount of bravery exhibited in propaganda onslaughts in war times.
It requires a lot of mental and moral conviction to formulate, deliver and sustain a lie.
I have come to understand that it is very easy to oppress the educated than the illiterate. They spend much of their time arguing over semantics and strategy instead of confronting the oppressor. So sad!
Knowledge is the only cure for fear and doubt!
Beauty fades but wisdom out lives mortality because it is transferable through out generations.
There are many instances we say a lot of nothing with great swelling words so as to sound knowledgeable but at times just pointing in the right direction is all what it takes to change a life.
Human beings never learn.Incaceration radicalises instead of detering an idea.
Diversity, inclusivity and tolerance is the in ideology in workplaces without knowing what it means but diversity of thought or opinion is instead frowned at or rejected. Modern society hates those who think and embraces those who feel.
You can silence all your critics by all means but eventually you will have no one to silence but your very self - a tragedy!
Believe what you stand for and stand for what you believe.
Leadership is seeing and living the future the rest of the team is yet to envisage or dream of. That makes leadership a lonely journey.
In every micro grouping there is a leader.
Wakamboona munhu anonyepa zvekuti nhema dzake hadzisi dzechokwadi? 🤷🏽♂️🤔
The religious philosophy called New Age Movement is very confusing to the ordinary and quite appealing to the educated and the so called progressives.
Your poems are educational and progressive. Thanks for such inspiring work