Dungwiza Poem by Wilson Tinotenda Waison

Dungwiza



Tsuro my intimate
Now my penultimate
In fact I have drifted away
From the African ways
Troubles and sorrows haunts me
Mother earths bond of intimacy
Shaken by these imperial ties
Chaminuka my pride, left a legacy
Diluted by the man of no knees
Who made me wore tie
Traditional values and its secrecy
Turned into taboos,
The true African belief sent to the guillotine
Told Tsuro Chaminuka is evil,
Without a keen vision
Brother accepts this bribe.
Now, lost the traditional track
Yet cultural delusions I suffer,
Intimate ties broken, with an arrow
To his heart, puts an end to my true reflection
Of humanity in this quest of self-discover.
Now, a man behind the mask with shaken prospects
Only deems from dawn till dusk
*I am lost…*
Tsuro Chaminuka, am I your imitation?
Or a mere impersonation?
Are you my true reflection?
Clues I thirst for, tell me, you
Who casted this misfortunate web
Upon my black blood.
For I barely know you the so called son of soil
Yet I nature their values
But why?
My societal lamp of old times
The prophet of Zimbabwe
Tsuro Chaminuka
Chitungwiza medium …

Dungwiza
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Wilson Tinotenda Waison

St. Mary's clinic, Chitungwiza Harare Zimbabwe
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