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