"limpopo" poems
A humanitarian crisis,
A situation catastrophic,
A sprawl of ramshackle buildings,
Now vacated,
As masses continue to flee,
What’s left of their battered motherland,
With operation Murambatsvina at its apex,
I left where my house used to stand,
Now a rubble of broken bricks and choking dust,
Just with the dress I was wearing,
And bitter memories of a faceless monster,
The prophet of doom,
An epitome of conflicted personality,
The hardhearted devil personified,
I fled on foot,
Ran-walked, ran-walked,
Swam across the Limpopo River,
Ran-walked across Kruger National Park,
Met the police,
Abused, ***** and sent back,
Swam back,
Ran-walked, ran-walked,
This is the Zimbabwean fate,
Our heart-wrenching fate,
Exodus after exodus.
May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 5:51 AM UTC
hip hop analogy
Contrary to scientific fiction
I spurned up amongst beast and colossal dysfunction
I breath the letters of an ancient god
Soar on his feathers
I continuously darned biological petters
I am hip hop
The hop of black; black magic, black myth, black revolution & black freet
If you ever need hip hop, get on your feet!
I let its magical combustion inflame the earth
Hip hop like a cultre for the dead
Dead to evil, dead predators & medieval
Hip hop on my chest like unfeed hunger
The hunger from Congo
And the turbulence from river limpopo
Show your hands if you believe in hip hop in total
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 3:08 PM UTC
gushing strong waterfalls
surge to Indian Ocean
Kipling called it greasy-grey
on the horizon: Mozambique
Dec 25, 2018
Dec 25, 2018 at 1:14 PM UTC