Thomas Chidavaenzi

Remember, a friend of Jesus;
That I am the desert cactus,
That thrives from that which deprives,
Have thorn facing inwards,
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Myself, I torture
To fall in love,
To its depths:
Unfathomed fathoms
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Met you on a bus, a Bulawayo bounder,
Oh multi-tongued lass, sweet Amanda,
Cute as a cuddly panda,
Maybe, I think ngiyakuthanda*
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You in my arms,
Armed with love,
My arms around you,
Yours around my heart;
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