Never been hungry

He is rich.
He picks up discarded cabbage leaves at Mbare Musika,
so he has never gone hungry.
He walks to town every day,
so he has never lacked transport.
He makes his own beer in the backyard,
so he's never been sober...

Did you see her?

Did you see her? The old mad woman who walks bare breasted along Robert Mugabe street. Did you hear her? Mumbling ununtterables about the uselessness of ESAP, RBZ and the Zim Dollar? Did you understand the symbolism, as she looked up at the sign that read so boldly "RG Mubabe St" and wag her finger at it?

I sing of freedom

I sing of a day when freedom will come ringing through the door, when the ancient words of the ancestors will bear modern fruit. That day will come. Freedom will come.

Hope is dying slowly

The hope seems to be fading away. The man on the street does not want to hear about a deal. He wants to see progress. He wants to see food on the table. Give him that and he will be happy.

I am on fire

I am on fire because of a match stick that two people lit. Those two people were my mother and father. I am on fire because I have the very breath of my creator flowing inside me. I am on fire because I have chosen to be...