University of Zimbabwe Author's Club UZAC
My Dreams My Burden
BATSIRAI CHIZANGA HSW
They are always on the lookout.
They listen carefully to your speech.
They watch your step.
They indoctrinate your children.
And work to take away your brain....yes your brain.
MONICA M RUPAZO HTHM
He grew up alone in the streets,
Without mother or father to give him treats.
He fumbled in the dust with bare toes,
From head he wore filthy rages to toes.
He peeped through windows each time to watch people laugh,
Outside the cold caressing him so tough.
I felt his pain when I passed through each time to school,
I feel his ...