Laston Simuzingili linkedin with this American
maverick freelancing writing scout,
(and word maven par excellence
Matthew Scott Harris always ha sellout),
thru Spoken Word route, a popular global
Facebook poetry forum prodded me to venture,

without shadow of a doubt, and try my hand
to craft, this rhyme for that reason tout
ting expertise (mine) forging metrical
syncopation, which electronically soundless shout,
though tribalism within Lusaka, Zambia beyond
my literary purview hence any objection

i.e. cerebral workout, sans the following
amateurishly wrought  gobbledygook by devout atheist
please do not be shy to call me out,
or send strongarm lance of the law if I
unwittingly commit any faux pas, this author,
who took mini crash (course) test dummy  
about said convoluted titled topic unbeknownst

to him as little as Trout
Fishing in America,
cuz he gets this hooked Semitic Schnozzle snout
stuck, while groveling, ferreting, expanding
his knowledge base no matter he doth spout -
whale visiting unfamiliar leviathan African bailiwick
may deliver just deserved desserts fallout.

According to the following Google url search result,
I reddit at whatsapp
http://www.qfmzambia.com/2018/10/07/
tribalism-has-no-place-in-zambia-
First Republican President

Kenneth Kaunda opened
potential Pandora box trap
expressing honest opinion, and observed
discrimination predicated on snap
judgement, or based on tribe equally

unfair methodology to foster, and rocket rap
pore, and ethnic background as well
owns no place in Zambia, cuz smeared pap
(as conk curd by ghost of Milton Shapp),

plus Doctor Kaunda also says family names
in tandem should not determine,
who to associate with, any more than nap
pulled lying flat hair, but rather character of hearts,
viz each one of every Zambian availing their lap
necessarily if seat space in short supply.

Speaking at a vision
ambassadors promoting peace
campaign fundraising dinner,
Doctor Kaunda says increase
in toto with discrimination,
suspicion, hatred, betrayal, malice, fleece

sing (the golden calf)
re: greed, selfishness, grease
sing palms, and other
negative behavior release
zing threatening opposition
to zeitgeist, and core values crease
and crimp unity if left unchecked.

He has recalled that during
struggle for independence,
people from various
backgrounds humming and purring
worked hand in glove together,

realizing that they were, spurring
above everything else,
brothers and sisters of
one nation hungry stirring
potential for harmony whirring.

Dr. Kaunda says the “One Zambia One Nation” slogan
coined many decades ago still holds
true and continues starring Hulk Hogan
to unite Zambian’s together as one motley crue
clinging as one to solid state craft toboggan.

He says Zambia remains
a beacon of peace in Africa,
that dare not smother
snapchat, nor shutterfly - oh brother
scuttling important all Zambian citizens
should pay obeisance with mother
land maintaining grew ving
peace and loving one another.

Meanwhile Doctor Kaunda reminded young
people in the country ascending the rung
of success they have a big role to play
with trappings of pride slung

in weaving together unity among unsung
swiftly tailored heroes, as sowers
reaping luxe fabrics of peace among
divinity, integrity, magnanimity,
and unity for this country.

He has however commended President
Edgar Lungu for his efforts in uniting recent
dichotomy, sans the various people in the country,
And speaking at the same event,

National Guidance and reminescent
Religious Affairs Minister
Reverend Godfridah
Sumaili sought riches for indigent -

says national unity and urgent
peace critical for development
of the geographical extent
spanning entire country

Reverend Sumaili says difficult
no matter how fervent
for Zambia to develop
if no unity among Zambians.

And earlier in his speech, Commodores
Vision Ambassador to Zambia
Chairperson Misheck Kombe yours
truly expressed concern to jumpstart
solution regarding regionalism and tribalism at heart
tearing Zambia apart, like inures

reflux resignation of meal,
thus Mr. Kombe underscores
how important each and every shores
Zambian to join the crusade complacent
against tribalism and regionalism
because it retards development for s'mores!

I once was a girl, bright and so full of aspirations, until death took the only hope I had and left me with nothing but affliction.
Born to a man who carried nothing  to his grave but faith, he left me in the custody of his brother, with hope that he would be the key to my success, my father had no idea that he gave me up for crucifixion.
My adversity began one night when he asked me to stop locking my room at night, with an excuse that if the house ever caught fire it would be hard to save me. Amazed by his zeal to keep me protected, I innocently obeyed his request. Unknowingly I created a pathway to my destruction.
That very night he came to my room, tucked me in and made a promise to me. He said, “I promise to keep you safe, forever okay?”. I nodded, without realizing that, that declaration came with a condition.
“As long as you accept to be mine forever” he whispered as he walked out of the room. Too young to understand, this twelve year old did not know she had just agreed to be an implement to her uncle’s delectation.
His first infliction started with persuasion that I played a part to his desire for *******.
He asked for silence or I was not going to have a roof over my heard. He told me my body was too big for my age, as he caressed his hands all over my pure body, took away the only life my soul had and compelled me into submission.
I became subject to his thirst. Every night more aggressive than the previous one. And with every ammunition he brought about my extinction.
I would have given anything for a savior, but a cry for help was impossible because in my head, it was my fault I was drowning in recession.
And besides I was already dead, already had my share of the pain, so why bother the world with such a sad and disgraceful transcription.
Since then I’ve been dead. Even with every breath I take, only thoughts I have are suicidal. I am filled with hate, my heart is so dark the only words that come out of my mouth are malediction.
Years have passed and that pain still feels like it was yesterday, I want to be free, free from the hurt, from the pain, but I don’t know how!
Benediction?
I’m still looking forward to the day my soul will live in my body again, because you see I once was a girl so bright and full of inspiration. But now all I’m left with is affliction.
Lungu. T