Thokozani Zilowereza

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Thokozani Zilowereza Biography

Thokozani Zilowereza is an ordained Missions Evangelist at Divine Embassy Church in Malawi and currently works with MPICO plc in Malawi Lilongwe and also is an entrepreneur in Brock manufacturing as well as architecture consultant. Evangelist Thokozani Zilowereza is also a managing director at Peace of Mind Cosmic Architects in Malawi. evangelist Thokozani Zilowereza is a holder of Bachelors degree in Project management, Dip Design for Construction Works, and Modern Construction management and also a Degree in Divinity obtained from various Collages and Universities within Malawi.evangelist Thokozani Zilowereza is married to Alphonsina B. Zilowereza and have 4 children two boys and two girls.)

The Best Poem Of Thokozani Zilowereza

Dreams

Dreams! ! ! ! !

Why do l hear drums in my dreams?
like the screaming of a woman
running away from the falling cockroach on her thighs
Whom when the days were young and free
She was called Mai Gulu
All because of the multitude of sons and daughters
That surrounds her like a queen mother

Dreams! ! ! !

Why do l hear drums in my dreams?
that feeds away like the sobbing of a bittern wife that faints
Who is left alone in that thatched house that leaks
Looking out to all directions
Hoping to see that child whom she has ever breast feeds
When all they says is am busy
not even to pick a call from their mothers
when times and seasons have changed


Dreams! ! ! !

Why do l hear drums in my dreams?
Like the sound of drums in her empty stomach
All because day in day out with nothing to eat
when her sons and daughters are busy throwing
bread to the dogs and pigs
enjoying there moments with the lovers of their youth
Forgetting the days when they were young and hopeless
Clinging to the endless love of the mothers

Dreams! ! ! !

Why do l hear drums in my dreams?
like the slapping of the chest of that woman
who couldn't believe her sons and daughters
whom she raised and teach how to wall and talk
Has totally forget the breast they feed on to grow
All because of the pressures of this world
But remember my son

When you cry l cry too
When you were sick l way always there for you

My daughter was l not the one, who taught you how to cook?
was l not the one who teaches you how to handle that man?

l choose not to eat all that you can learn
l choose to sell out my treasures that at list one day
you shall be my helping hand

Dreams! ! ! !

why do l hear drums in my dream?
Like the cry of that son and daughter
whom now have remembered the importance's
of her mother, when she has long gone
to the world of the dead
with there flowers on her grave
with regrets and shame all over there faces

DREAMS! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

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