Have you ever thought about your past lives?
No?
Well, do it now.
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So who were you?


Were you a brave soldier in Washington's army?
Were you a conniving lawyer twisted in a complicated trial?
Were you a stay-at-home mother in a house full of young children?

Some say that it's impossible to know who you were...
Others do not believe in reincarnation at all.
Do you?
I do.

Here's the thing:
Either my mind is far more imaginative than I thought
or the images in my head are glimpses of who I was.
From what I've seen (and felt), I was many things...

An abolitionist, fighting against slavery.
A women's rights activist, trying to gain equal rights for all sexes.
A teenage Beatlemaniac, habitually listening to the Beatles's albums.
A peace activist, using flowers to end the war in Vietnam.

How odd.

All of these lives make up who I am today...
A lover of peace, a strong believer in equality, a melomaniac.

It's strange, how much influence the past has over a person.

Poet : Praise Ncube

Poem :  l couldn't resit her beauty

Just a glance , i got intoxicated
Her scent was so sweet , intoxication escalated
From head to toe , i saw nothing mistakenly created
I couldn't resist her beauty

If she was a singer , i would choose to be melomaniac of her music
Every men gazed at her , it all became melodramatic
I braved myself , cleared my throat and moved towards
Dear friends , i couldn't resist her beauty

Astonishingly built like the ruins of Great Zimbabwe
No additions were made , just formal and natural
I really wanted to praise and compliment her in vernacular
No , it didn't suit her
Dear friends,  i couldn't resist her beauty

She smiled , looking at me ,
I looked left , right , centre  and back
To confirm that surely the smile was meant for me
I saw nobody,  maybe i had already gone blind ,
I then smiled back,  and that's how it started.
Dear friends ,i couldn't resist her beauty .