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Dreams won't fade while we're alive,
but in this nation of mine
All our dreams have come to die.


So much potential not just in lands,
but the lands of people's talents.
Idealists whose ideas seem stuck at mind,
the potential we lose every year.
All the children looking for greener pastures on the other side.

But why?

Our lands of beauty, lost it's worth,
we couldn't take care of them.
Our treasures of wealth,
we foolishly lost all of them
I live in the city named to be like the sky,
but my skies are empty. No stars left to signify.

Tell me why?

There's potential for all to be great,
how so, when poverty is your only weight.
How so, when you feel there's no escape
How so, when the love for your land quickly turns to hate
How so, when it feels like there's no any other way,
How so, when every early success feels like it's going to be late.
And how so, when your struggles are so common, all have a similar reason to frustrate.

Is there even a reason why,

We seem to be living backwards,
with every step we take forward
Why the scent of hope stinks of
too many dead roses
Why everything seems either empty or broken,
Why we live a defeated lifestyle,
yet we're all the chosen?

It's enough to drive anyone crazy,
a lasting impression scarred into our hearts
Enough to drive anyone crazy,
The land of Z.
A cry for my great nation that's lost it's greatness.
joel jokonia Sep 2020
Inquiring sons of daughters,
Of a day, one day,
The unmalleable grounds
Of Untanga gardens
Will beget,
By far Richer.
Than today

Down to their own sons
Of a day, one day
Our land,
Agleam in lights of progress.
Surging nights
Bedeviled by the buzz of utopian youth

They, then also
Down to their sons
Of a day, one day
So on
And on...
Follow the sun as it rises up to the night as the stars shine,
Use that route everyday and never abandon that trail or path.
It's a long journey ahead so one step at a time is recommended,
Stay in your lane, making sure you don't get distracted.
If you follow that route, it will lead you to tomorrow,
Provides you a fresh start, an opportunity to wipe away your old sorrow.

When there is a new day, it means you have arrived at today.
No matter how much you love today, you still have to copy with its flows and vice,
But never make a mistake to remain stuck at today twice.
Cause with this journey, there is always more that await you,
The more you delay, the more opportunities you lose.

If today is bold enough to **** you off or makes you feel good,
It only takes a genuine smile to maintain the positive mood.
At this point, there is no room for crying foul or blaming anyone,
Even yourself because tomorrow is always better than the previous day,
To those whom are willing to deploy a fighting spirit everyday.
The clock is ticking and so time is moving,
We are waiting for you so keep winning.

So take charge,
For tomorrow is not just a place but its the hope that keeps us moving forward,
The faith that lead and guide us to a new start,
And the reason why you should endeavour to better your life.
“Walk right up to you,
To the root of your throne
And stare, expectant

Cup in hand, thirst in soul
Ready to drink, and just demand:
I yell and raise the cup to you –

‘Forgive me!’

I am a hypocrite child, a mockery to your blamelessness
Please grant me eyes true,
And a tongue that knows honesty unimpaired -

‘I’m Sorry, My God.’
From the unreleased anthology: A POETIC POUND OF PAIN by Yours Truly.
joel jokonia Jul 2020
Great Zimbabwe
With no mortar it stood
Stone over stone.
Let's what we have . Be creative . It's lockdown but so much more can be achieved
joel jokonia Jul 2020
You can't survive through music only
Here I was thinking that is what I'm trying to do
And I'm not even half as good as my little sister Jayne
Her voice is flawless, when she sings the world stops
Her chords reach to the hands of time
I am sure they refered to this peculiar being
When they said "I heard angels sing"
The neighborhood stops
And elokshin it barely does
It's as if her voice clears clean the environment of clumsy noises
Only hers reigns
But here I am a struggling poet
Barely making anything of my life
Watching my dream outgrow me like an unwanted hedge
Yet still I believe in these words
As clumsy as they are
They will speak for me
To my daughter Nealah
To my granddaughters
To the next generation
Of Jokonia

I had a dream
As it is it's really a challenge being an artist under normalcy but now with this pandemic, it's suicide. How shall we live
joel jokonia May 2020
Make someone's
A reality
Give. Time. Food. An ear. Help out.
joel jokonia Apr 2020
In 21 days,
We became strangers.

In 21 days,
They fell in love again.
Still in 21days lockdown in Zimbabwe. Stay safe. Stay indoors.
joel jokonia Mar 2018
Um spoiled for choice
As i look at all these beautiful african girls
I like  i like oMampofu
So. Filled with life
They sparkle with untired enthusiasm
Waiting to explore. To kno more, knowledge seekers
Leaning on life's edges....they excite me
But then i really do fear the power
oMaSibanda , abangehlulwa thambo strong women
They stand tall to life's demons
Ever open claws defending her family
I bite my lips as i ponder over
OmaKhumalo.,, the royal blood of amandebele
Enadla umuntu limyenga ngendaba
Uphelele lomfazi as she walks kudikiza umhlaba
Their skin so smooth dreams glide through it
And they know it
so they leave trails of pride when they pass by

I am spoiled of choice
Really the african girls are beautiful
I sometimes lose myself in the fine tuned voices
Of oMaNcube
OMpangazitha   bluberring sweet nothings
With a thousand stars held in her eyes
She suprises me sometimes
how she paints dark hours
Into abstract art with no care at all
Bending the rules to capture a smile

OmaMoyo power in speech
Their tongue builds a nation
For Her lips even with such authority stills spill lustful imaginations
Um spoilt for choice
Africa is beautiful such beautiful daisies
The humble sweet Mandlovu, ogatsheni, ontaba engabhodwa ngale kwayo
Big heart and such understanding
Silently holding up cries within
Soundproofing the screams of pain
With a smile that melts my soul
And oooh
OMaNyathi with natural yellow skin
Light beings colouring our dark covers
Uyapenda isizwe,
Obuhle obungakhuzeki
Confidently Conqouring man's heart
Um spoiled for choice
These sons of africa have made pillars of daughters
Each tribe holds omama, oauntie, ogogo, odadewethu,
Black African ladies
Forged in the wilds of africa
Taught to respect and love
I crown all african ladies
With fresh picked daises of my appreciation
For you..... You ladies of Africa you are
Cause of every imperfection
With every stumble,
Every struggle
You dont let trouble cling on
You walk on
high in your red stiletos
Tight brown pumps,
Black polished sandals
And dust off yesterday's thoughts
Cause u kno today is another day
Another chance to conquor
But if you dnt today u still wake up ivin. More equiped
Cause u an African woman

I am spoiled for choice my heart
Can not decide
My heart can not decide..
Kuvar Nov 2017
We are march to the blacksmiths
Blacks in thick black and deep black clothes
We come to mourn against lawless smit
For aged dark days and noisy nights.,
beneath gray sky

Their envelope in our mailbox spews blackmail
That they plan to transfer power by bed
We refuse to swallow such corruption ***
Now we will fight for generations to come

Should we say the uniform saved us
No! But yes! That blacks spoke in uniform
can’t you see the strong bass in your black
Ignite your coal that light be born.
Put your coal on fire and light beams...
Behold...Zimbabwe saw light
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