The Vultures And Dancing

The vultures have taken a break
A pause from dancing in Nyasaland
A break from singing in parliamemt
Its time for spectators name names
Names of those who were dancing woefully
Names of those who danced terribly like
Chameleons changing colours when hedges got green

The clear rules of dancing were ignored
And woefully followed until that good song stood up
And refused to sing to guard its reputation
The rule of dancing was one step at a time
And one man dancing the rest clapping hands
One dancing the rest echoing in a circles
But vultures did otherwise

Our vultures being vultures
Left the parliament and danced outside
Like anamwino waiting for mkamwini
They sang loud to the annoyance of spectators
The parliament was populated with Tarven songs
That tarven song spectators have for long forbidden
And vultures danced many steps at a time
To the annoyance of all people who came to watch

When dancing finished vultures being vultures
Had no time to listen to the wise advice of spectators
They fought for money instead of dancing mchoma
They looted the honourable house given to them
And rain refused to rain until vultures stop dancing
And the people assembled in disgust of vultures
People went looking for new dancers
Dancers that would dance one step at a time
From then all vultures went back to where they belong
That bush where many steps can be danced
To the annoyance of its forest

The Blame Game in African Harare

When Cholera attacks Harare
Blame the west for attempted mass destruction
And yet the west are asked to send vaccinations
To vaccinate people living in a a sovereign country

When ministers catch diarrhoea
Blame the west for attempted poisoning
And yet no one forced rotten bread into their mouths

When violence strikes in Harare
Blame the west for people's rebellion
And yet people can see police brutal killings

When children die of starvation
Blame the west for broad day murder
Yet the grabbed farms can only produce grass

When the president gets too frail to walk
Blame the west for poisoning his legs
Yet age cannot afford the energy desired

When billions become an everyday money
Blame the west for making Harare poor
And yet the country can only export violence

When people want to save that imprisoned country
Blame the west for unlawful invasions
Yet the president has invaded people's free will to live

When people talk of peace in Africa
Blame the west of attempted recolonisation
Yet Africa farts and farts loudly in its procastination

Genuine Love

Genuine love
Is not sexy
Is not ugly
Is not beatiful
Is not fat
Is not slim
Is not tall
Is not short
Is not young
Is not old
Is not dark
Is not light
Is not white
Is not black
Is not culture
Is not money
Is not poverty
Is not deeds
Is not words
Is not feelings
Is not flowers
Is not texting
Is not hugging
Is not kisses
Is not avoidance

Genuine love
Is just love

Leave Love alone
And leave love in peace
Dont leave love in pieces
For pieces gives love
A hard job to pick them up

Dear God

Dear God
What can I do to sleep ?
To sleep deeply immersed in a merry Christmas !

Dear God
Give me strength to give and help
Give me a reason to forgive and forget !

Dear God
Give me a heart that will care for children in crisis
Give me kindness to be kind to those in need

Dear God
Give me a soul that leaves all matters to you
Give your people a voice to feel valued

Dear God
You have just said no to my prayers
No because I asked less you give more
No because I want it now you desire patience
No because I react with my eyes you listen silently
No because you raise children I put food on a plate

Dear God
You have made it clear
That a heart belongs to you not me
That food belongs to you not me
That soul that comits itself to you gets a life
Now am sending all souls of kids in Malawi
That have no food at Christmas day
For you to give a life that knows no hunger

Whose Wages Are These ?

Whose wages these are I think I know.
Their job is dancing rumba in parliament though
They will not see me stopping here
To watch their wages filling up banks.

My little eyes must think it queer
To look at their wages without permission
Between the honourable and senseless workers
Who make the loudest noise of the year dancing rumba in parliament

Their wages are lovely, plenty and great to be envious
But I have a job to keep before I confront them,
And children to raise before I shout,
And a rent to pay before I scream and get sacked by vultures

A Friend To Remember

Am thankful for losing my memory
Of those days when my friends became my enemies
Am thankful to remember
When a friendship was first made

Am thankful for not remembering
Of the days our friendship was on fire
I am thankful for remembering
Of those days we shared a smile
A smile that was common but rare to be real

Am thankful for losing my memory
When hatred took over what you are
I am thankful to remember
Of the great moments we shared
The fruit of our joy to be joyous

Am thankful for losing my memory
About the arguements and fights we had
I am thankful to remember
The moments we shared together
A thing called life of my life with you
Of our sweet childhood moments
Playing with sand alongside the river banks
In that great Henga valley never to forget

The Cry of Little Children in Nyasaland

O brothers,mothers, fathers and sisters,
Do you hear the cry of little children?
Leaning their young heads against empty stomachs
And they cannot stop their tears flooding Lake Malawi.
And the young souls are glued to bitter sadness
And young tears are gasping for your help
And the young smiles are silently asking for help
And the young saints hope you now have a solution
A solution to stop the tears flowing past Mount Mulanje
A solution to stop young children weeping bitterly
Weeping bitterly when its time to sing and play !

O brothers and sisters , why the little children are tearful?
Why the old man may weep but tears never flood lake malawi?
Why the old man is weeping for his fortunes tomorow not today?
Why little children continue praying for the old man's help?
Why the old man is pleasurily sweeming in the lake with a young wife
Without knowing the lake is incubating the little children tears?
The little children tears that have now flooded the whole lake malawi

I can now understand why tears for the little children have populated Kamuzu Highway
For the old man has hardened his heart like a leafless tree in the forest,
For the old man has become greedy like the old wound becoming sorest
For the old man has swallowed the old hope that is hardest to be digested
To be digested for the young children to eat the gift of the old man's old hope but new
Oh brothers, I will walk over and ask little children stand in the market weeping with empty hands
While the old man is pushing a trolley full of dogs food to please the young wife
The young wife that told him not to mind the little weeping children along the streets

Alas, alas, the weeping children are seeking death than life
Death as best to have than starve and stagger
Like a withered tree, they are burning their hearts away from the world
From the world towards the graveyard where dad is in search of answers.
Answers as to why death means end to that good life and friendship they miss
As they sing out on the graveyard with flowers to get answers
And the litte children go back to roam the streets in tears
When fine answers turn bitter and sour to stop tears flowing in Nyasaland

As I walked over towards the little children in Limbe market,
They looked up to me with their smile tearful and their face sunken in tears
And their hands open waiting for some help like mana from above.
As I stood there, their looks told a story need not tell
For their anguish over the loss of their father presses more questions
Questions as why we seemed to care only when their dad was alive?
Questions as to why the earth loves its own than its neighbours
Questions as to why the grave take the good the giver and leave the greedy, the meaner ?
Questions as to why churches are full but streets populated with oprhans are empty?
Questions like is life outside the earth better and warmer ?
If so I will fly away with these weeping children far away from greedy earth
The earth that minds its own business than the tears of little weeping children
And I will fly away to where they can be accepted and be restfully tearless.
In a land called mercy and joy that the greedy earth had never known

Oh Brothers ! But do we have to fly our little children away
While your feet are still young and your hands long enough
To reach that pocket and open that door wide for the litle children
Oh Open that door even if that hand or door disobeys your heart
The heart that delights seeing Lake Malawi pregnant
With the tears of little children ,helpless weeping on your corridor
If so, we will give grave a rest to save our little children from shedding tears
By the help that never says 'this is for me and my kids only'.
Please go on and disobey that heart that cripples your giving
To wipe off the tears of our little weeping children!!!!

Learning Maths From Gogo Chawinga

As we sat around the fire
Mixing our warmth with hunger
Gogo Chawinga took charge of lessons
Lessons that taught us masamu in simple calculations
And we listened with eager on his pasionate lecture

And we learned that
Nsima plus beans adds up to unga
Chambo and rice adds up to manoninoni
Manoninoni and mkute adds to chimbara
Chimbara and bwenga adds to excitement
Excitement and foodlessness adds up to cryingly counting mapaso
Counting mapaso and nothing adds up to hunger
Hunger and minus mgayiwa adds to up gwangwangwa
The lesson was over before we recounted the sum of all

When Gogo Chawinga went to bed
We started practising by counting stars
After counting stars it was ufa
After counting ufa it was beans
After counting beans it was excitement
And counting excitement in dreams it was chiliro
Chiliro that we were feasting in dreams

And by the time we woke up
All stars had disappeared
All mgayiwa had disappeared
All manoninoni had vanished
Vanished in thin air with mkute wa nganga
By the time we added up our calculations
We came up with a huge figure in totall
The sum of it was gwangwangwa in total
Alas ! What a fantansy mathematical excercise.