Wednesday, 28 December 2011
Where is Satan Seen by Our Leader
When the economy was good
Millions of dollars flew to Mugabe
Without announcement
And when announcements were made
It was the wisdom of the economic engineer
To give Mugabe a hand shake of millions of dollars
But now things are bad
The economic engineer has invented Satan
Just like he invented his title of " economic engineer.'
He now says " Satan stole everyone's future .'
He now says , " Satan stole your petrol ."
He now says , " Satan stole your human rights ."
He now says , " Satan stole your forex ."
He now says , " Satan stole your access to power and clean water .'
But when the people angrily wanted to catch Satan
He stood in the middle of the road
With guns
With live bullets
With blockades
Threatening to shoot anyone who dares confront Satan
He actually shot some on July 2011
Calling them thieves
Because they marched in rage to confront Satan
To confront Satan who stole their human rights
To confront Satan who stopped them from having their basic needs
To confront Satan who made their leader so stubborn and heartless
And when the dead were burried he cheered and drunk alcohol with vendors
And when the priest asked him to kneel down and pray
He rolled his sleeves and called the holy men , " Stupid .'
He called them names and himself God
Now things are getting worse
He sees no way to repent
All he thinks of is " There is a Satan around.'
Well unless if he shows us where this Satan is
People will make no difference.
Tuesday, 6 December 2011
Who , What , When and How is Love
Love someone in the present tense
Love hates to be reminded
What lovers did in the past
For love is not history
But what a heart feels at the moment
For love is not what happened this other night
But love is what the heart feels tonight
Love with no regrets
Love with no rejection
Love as if its your last breath
Love as if its a sigh of relief
Love no one who don't
Love someone who deserves yours
Love no one who pretends
Love someone who makes commitments
Love no one who asks something from you
Love someone whom you feel like giving it all
Love no one who doubts
Love only somebody who trusts in you
Love no one who takes you for a joke
Love somebody who takes you seriously
Love is a bus
It waits for no one
If its heart is full
Don't try to squeeze yourself in
If the door is shut
Leave and go
You will catch another one
Love runs with an engine like a bus
It needs oil , that is to have time for someone
It needs to be serviced
That is to check where things are getting wrong
It needs a driver who cares
That's what flowers and roses do
Love is a wind
Don't chase it
If its direction has changed
Don't fight against the wind
People will think you are crazy
Let love fly and find you .
Thursday, 25 December 2008
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
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
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
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
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
Saturday, 15 November 2008
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
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
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