Childhood looks like dust covered feet at sunsetM Making their way in-between the hole riddled fence After my mother’s call for supper Childhood smells like blood dripped from big toe You know the one that collide with this tarmac road During a game of hwishu Childhood tastes like sadza mbodza rembida Made in hole riddled… Read More Childhood Feels Like Home
Our start was drowsy Much like a toddlers first step We tried to find our balance You know, that equilibrium Figuring out how you would ying When I yanged It’s funny How it was from the most unexpected Most unassumed time That the balance was struck Now here we are, days later Saying goodbye, until… Read More Goodbye, it has been fun!
Sometimes Joy comes In a form You never accept In a little one’s smile In pen and paper The smell of fresh paint Or that of a new book Evoking feelings That provoke smiles Joy comes When you least expect It also comes When you most expect it too When you go out and reach… Read More Sometimes Joy – A Poem
They never said it would be easy I never expected it to be But everytime Those feet fail you My heart can’t help but explode Into tears you may never see fall One’s I will forever feel Scars that you will leave In places you will never know exist Hard exteriors are made But the… Read More Failing Feet
These numbers have names They always have Since time immemorial In English, Shona or Swahili They were named These numbers have names They always have They maybe statistics, graphs and percentages With commas i.e decimal points But they have names These numbers have names They always have Their names aren’t Tom, Dick and Harry But… Read More Numbers Have Names
Matipa: A Poem
Happy 1st love, mommy loves you!… Read More Matipa: A poem
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