Poems

By Netsai Marova I am Memory, but you might know me as Anna. I am a child but cannibals feast on me like manna. Little girls, we don’t grow in botanical gardens, but we are flowers too. Little souls, we have no protector. So, old men can marry more than two, They pluck us while we are green, before we bloom like the Jacaranda, They use no protector plus, yet they refuse to send us to Karanda.

By Elias Chakabwata But why is it that the most intelligent person is not the richest person? Please tell me why the richest person is not the most intelligent person? I need a response as to why the strongest man is not the best boxer The best boxer is not the strongest man? Why are servants riding in cars yet the King is walking on foot? Walking on foot ,the king is not riding in a car what a paradox! But why is it that the best runner is not a police officer? And the best police officer is not the best runner? I still await a response as to why the most honest person is not guarding a shop And the shop guard is not the most honest man? But why is it that the innocent person is incarcerated while the vilest of men is free? Please explain to me why the shop assistant is not the most civil person And the most civil person is not a shop assistant?

By Dr Elias Chakabwata Hope for another day Agony, anguish, apathy Despondency, despair, depression Torment, torture, terror Lonely. deserted, ostracized The Sun is setting Setting in the West Worst experiences are intensifying, The intensity is unbearable But why me?

By Brilliant Pongo Two cups on the table it can only be Cum-bow More-hardy’s office table... Those who know will understand the image the desk has not only finger prints but bottomline is there is ample evidence

By Chenayi Mutambasere Sauro, The songs they tell us, You knew your death before it was time. You even knew they would give a sweet goodbye yet they killed you before you died.

Amanda Gorman has become the youngest poet ever to perform at a presidential inauguration, calling for "unity and togetherness" in her self-penned poem.

By Chenayi Mutambasere What if January 2021 was August 2020 Together we would dance in the sun till we felt like we were 20 What if coughing was smiling? We wouldn’t have to hide it, I would cough at you until you were smiling What if Genius had no car ? He would ride a kombi in November And Moana wouldn’t see her Dreams

An umalayitsha allegedly ganged up with two accomplices and pulled down 640kgs of overhead copper conductors worth more than $200 000 from a Zesa line in Binga resulting in a power blackout in some parts of the district.

By Chenayi Mutambasere I had that conversation the night before my sister and I Just the two of us on that call It was secret but I felt his presence there I know she felt him too I was brave I gave courage I gave hope But I could tell he was listening

By Brilliant Pongo They cry Great Zimbabwe, ruined yes Ruined by corruption, crippled by maladministration. With leaders who are damaged by war and prison, their reasoning poisoned by greed my veins consequently polluted by their unquenchable vice. I cry. My diamonds, my minerals sucked by vipers given to foreigner for a pittance