SEIZE THE DAY With Coach_Donnah

Most people complain about not having enough time to do what they must do -yet if they are given more hours, they use up all that too. We waste, ignore and do not mind the value of time but it is in the day that we should achieve our goals. We have always been considering time as a relentless and cruel force, a robber, and a killer but time is a valuable resource that each of us has, and we can use it at our own discretion and for our benefit. Living is reality and so is time, if you ignore it, you will fall prey to your reality and lose everything.

REALIZE

To become aware of time. Are you aware of how you spend your time?

Make it a special day today to realize how valuable time is and make time our own in apprehension of it. Time is valuable, time cannot be reversed or reused. Be open minded enough to see how time flies, how it can be wasted and use the most of it.

“A man who dares to waste one hour of life has not discovered the value of life.”

Charles Darwin

Discover your Godly purpose and live for the moment today. We kill time and get robbed of time. Though we have lost some of our time we can still make the most out of this moment we possess.

No one is powerful enough to stop the march of time or slow it down. It is something far beyond our control but we can choose to achieve our deepest desire. Your day, just like everyone else’s, is only 24 hours. Yet somehow certain people seem to be able to squeeze more from that time than others.

SEIZE

To have a sudden and powerful effect upon time. Do you really possess your time?

As the day starts have the ambition to become a better person than you were yesterday, attack the day’s efforts with vigor and purpose. With a purpose driven mind you get to take hold of your time. Guarding it, valuing it, owning it, making it yours and never to let anybody help you to waste your time. Seize the day, live for the moment, make the most of it today so that you get to celebrate the fruits of your achievements tomorrow.

He who every morning plans the transactions of that day and follows that plan carries a thread that will guide him through the labyrinth of the most busy life.”

Victor Hugo

Television channels have got programs that you are aware about and shows time slots, you also have to plan for your day with elements aligned with your purpose. Take advantage of the morning to make a plan for your day and the night to examine the results obtained. If the results obtained are not impressive that’s the mandate of the following day to do your best.

UTILIZE

To make the best use of time. Are you utilising your everyday wisely?

Today is the beginning of the best of your life make the most of by achieving fulfilment in a philosophical or spiritual sense. Utilize your time wisely and purposefully, manage it, align it with your Godly purpose. You will never change your life if you don’t change what you do everyday. You will never value time if you don’t have a goal.

I like the saying , ‘If you wake up without a plan go back to sleep.’ Its better for you to go back to sleep rather than abusing your body doing nothing. Waking up is a sign that God still loves you and be grateful to that by doing something productive in your life today.

Tomorrow is often the busiest day of the week so enjoy the present and not worry about the future for the future is in today’s reap, so be productive today. Live today as your last, attack the day’s effort with vigour and purpose.

“Change your attitude on how you spend your time to achieve what you mostly desire.”

Donnalbain T Mupinyuri

Time is universal principle of keeping things from happening at once. It may take long for you to achieve what you have been longing for but life is all about timing. Be patient, bold, disciplined and courageous. The pain of discipline is far much less than the pain of regrets, make a good choice today.

Donnalbain Thandi Mupinyuri

Writer | Youth Life coach | Transformation Speaker

Founder of T•I : M•E (Today Is My Everything) Hub

Email : thandiempinyuri@gmail.com

Contact :+263 777 351 441

[12/14, 10:21 AM] Munyori Donnah: Donnalbain Thandi Mupinyuri (Coach_Donnah)

Transformation speaker, youth life coach and motivational story writer.

She is the founder of T•I:M•E Hub (Today Is My Everything). Its aim is to empower humanity with simple revolutionary programs for time utilisation.

Coach_Donnah is passionate about working with youths to reach their goals and unleash their full potential to live purposefully.

Contact : +263 777 351 441

Email : thandiempinyuri@gmail.com

Facebook : Coach_Donnah

Mai Patai’s PUNISH THE DEVIL Album Review

Mai Patai’s ‘PUNISH THE DEVIL’ Album Review

SIMUKAI ARTS FAMILY(SAFA)

‘Changing lives through arts and cultural initiatives’

‘PUNISH THE DEVIL’

Mai Respina Patai’s third album: profoundly exhilarating

Reviewed by Uncle Sipet

04/09/20

ALBUM: ‘Punish the Devil’

ARTIST: Mai Respina Patai And The Voice of Prophecy

GENRE: Gospel

PRODUCER: Jabulani Ndlovu, True Tone

YEAR: 2018 Production(Zimbabwe)

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From the danceable tune, ‘Mazambara’, off the album, ‘Rumbidzwai’ in 2002 to ‘Makanaka’ (Album, 2008) and ‘Samulena’ (2010, Mai Respina Patai has never looked back.

In 2018 she released an electric eight track examplary gospel album entitled, ‘Punish The Devil’. This stunning masterpiece could be her finest album to date although most of her fans can go to the betting house with the song ‘Mazambara’, as one of her greatest and fine-tuned pieces.

In reminiscent of the great heroics by the departed and living sons and daughters of Zimbabwe who paid heed to the calls of the first and second Chimurenga/ Liberation wars, the first hit’s fast ‘Toi Toi’ beat reminds all that when sent on a tour of duty one has to be up to the task. There is no reason for backpedalling, developing cold feet or lackadaisical walks. Just like the Biblical’s first Christians, the disciple of Jesus Christ who were asked to go and preach in every nation so that whoever believeth in Him would not perish but have an everlasting life, Like the great Prophet Isaiah who heard the voice from the Lord and said, ‘Here am I, send me!'(Isaiah 6 vs 8). And the great Prophet of Doom, Jeremiah(1 vs 7) of Anathoth, who saw the Lord in his youth, aged twelve, In this beautiful song which requires one’s highest energy level to dance to it, ‘Ndinodavira’, Mai Patai sings:

Mukandituma handirambi/hehahe/

Ndinomhanya sekatsuro /a, here/

Baba nditumei Tenzi kunoparidza vhangeri…..

Her text is plain and vibing with the thematic album title. She is peacefully asking God to send her on any mission, be it healing, preaching and ministering through music. Once armed, she is ready to paste the devil on the walls with her Godly fighting weapon: The word! And this sizzler has all what it takes to arouse all to pay heed to God’s calls and groove into action.

‘Moyo munyoro’ weighs in with a great message of kindly asking God for the spirit of forgiveness to dwell in one’s heart. She reminds all, like Prophet Isaiah’s message that, ” Come now let us reason…though your sins be as scarlet they shall be as white as snow..” Isaiah 1vs 18. The Lord’s prayer(Matthew 6 vs 9) speaks volumes about forgiveness so that one could enter the Heaven and defeat the Devil.

Mai Patai reasons:

…Ndinokumbira moyo wekukanganwira/

Ho, baba/

Ndinokumbira moyo wekuregerera/

Ho baba…..

The other songs are:

°’Usatye'(7.07)

This is a call for everyone to leave bad ways or sinning and turn to the Lord so as to enter the Heaven. She ministers the word of the Prophets through song and dance.

°’Shoko rine simba'(5.35)

She says God’s word is more powerful than a two sided sword. And it can untie and unturn the troubles in our hearts. It frees any one who speaks it, preaches and believes it. In that way the Devil is punished.

°’Anokomborera'(6.05)

God blesses those who pray and believe in Him regardless of one’s stature and beauty.

°’Dai asiri Jesu'(7.09)

Jesus brings hope at a time many would have lost it. Mai Patai exalts The Lord’s unending love and power.

°’Ruvengo'(6.06)

People sometimes hate others, crush others, kill or mock others for no apparent reasons. The freeing message from Mai Patai is to accept the all-powerful Jesus who died on the cross without sinning.

°’Denga RaShe'(6.11)

Mai Patai questions:

Denga munoriona seiko zvamuchiri kuroya…

Often times believing and doing seems to be an insurmountable task. To many it is just believing which ‘works’. The ‘doing’ part is an action fir true His true sons and daughters. To many the adage, ‘Zvakaoma sekunamata'(Being a believer is difficult to achieve) is a scapegoat. Mai Patai is asking all to check on their activities so as to see The Lord. People sometimes hate others, crush others, kill or mock others for no apparent reasons. The freeing message from Mai Patai is to accept the all-powerful Jesus who died on the cross without sinning.

And so right is Mai Patai! To the Biblical word she is spot on! The Bible points out that, ”… the Devil that deceived them was cast into the lake of fire and brimestone…….. and shall be tormented day and night for ever and ever.(Rev 20vs 10)

This sums up the main thrust of the theme in question: ‘Punishing the Devil’.

Musician Mai Patai’s knack for spreading the word through melodious music remains powerful and intact. The accompaniment of instruments and vocals is balanced and the sky is the limit for her music.

A down to earth mother, Mai Patai started singing in 1999. She got inspired by several artists but the word of God did play the trick in giving the urge to go for gospel music. As a Devout Christian, she also embraces and appreciates other artists.

About the writer:

EDWIN ‘UNCLE SIPET aka BLACK MAMPARA’ is a freelance writer, arts reveiwer, poet, storyteller, traditional dance teacher and adjudicator, comedian, playwright, novelist, SAFA’s Artistic Director, an arts Festivals director and a Primary School online teacher.

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Teenager, Patrick Chisvo’s 5 Fantastic Poems

Affectionately known as OCTAgon the garage poet, Mennaseh Patrick Chisvo comes from the rustic and dusty soils of Mazvihwa. Now currently enrolled as a final year student at Anderson Adventist High School , Gweru Zimbabwe . As the name might strike as alien to many but it is the source of his inspiration , Literally the Octagon is a house for martial arts and with a pen in his stride the young lad takes it upon himself to fight life’s battles as they say,”the pen is mightier than the sword”. Only 18 years of age he is passionate to be established as the writer who repairs the broken norms of society and recollects hope many have destroyed to fragments . To date he has achieved to write his first book Hocus Pocus(the wars and woes of high school) and hopefully it will be published soon. His first poetry anthology is also on the cards as it is nearing completion. “My wish is to continue as the voice in the shadows , Giving echo to gagged voices “, he says.

He can be contacted on the details below

Contact @ http./wa.me//263785856923?text

Call :+263 714047934

mennasehart@gmail.com

EDITOR

Emmanuel Hove Mhike

THE POEMS

1. Of oxymorons and morons

Then i looked under the moon and i saw:

Wise man with foolish sons

Educated farmers with empty barns

Demons with wedding bans

Dying generals with loaded guns

Fire fighters wailing with water burns

Gigolos with inflated bums

Virginity lost for beans and buns

It was sad!

Then i looked again under the sun and i saw:

Slain slay queens

Blind prophets

Sunny days and no sanity

Long days and short lives

Then i knew doom is upon us!

By OCTAgon

#26..m.p.c

Mennaseh Patrick

+263 785856923

mennasehart@gmail.com

2. Title : -1+1

-1+1

Are we even adding?

How come I add and get nothing?

It can’t! This is disturbing .

All but life’s undoing .

Planted seeds I found in my inner sanctum

Irrigated with blood , sweat and tears ;

The reservoir of anguish is running late

It never rains , only hope reigns

I never built a barn , What for ?

Its always a bumper harvest of thorns

Ordained a master in the Game of thorns .

Perhaps my life is a parable

So explicit it need not be explained

A pedagogy of the oppressed

Observed , undressed but never redressed

Battle scared but undaunted

Another season another plan

This time i’m intercropping hope and faith

My schizophrenia feeds my monomania

AGAIN ,”A sower went out to sow “.

By OCTAgon

#26…m.p.c

Mennaseh Patrick

+263 785856923

mennasehart@gmail.com

3. The Beauty Story

Tell me how it feels sister,

To be a queen whose gowns don’t fit

And l will let you know how I have felt everytime my crown has fallen.

Hands clutched,

Let’s tell the world

About verses and poems,

Where beauty and body do not make a perfect rhyme

And body positivity is just a distant metaphor.

Where does the beauty in our mirrors then come from?

Perhaps it’s all a reflection of our souls and inner beings

For when we wake up in the morning and step on the floor.

The numbers await us like paparazzi at a celebrity’s door

Body mass indicies;

Yours too high, mine too low

Flashing lights of

Diabetes, hypertension, anorexia –

This is our reality.

We are like two sides of a rusty coin

Worthless and valueless

Tossed in the trash can for fear children will swallow

These are our perfect rhymes

We are lit candles hidden under tables,

Trapped in unhealthy bodies

Grown and raised in and out of hospitals.

These are our verses

Mornings that start at the doctor’s office

And evenings that end with staring faces

Questioning whether we will make it through the night.

As if they are mesmerized by our very existence

These are our poems

Which tell stories about little girls

Who never dared to climb a see saw or join a tug of war.

Only to grow up to become us

Stains of imperfection on human body art

Underweight and overweight

Our beauty is just a metaphor.

For our sake we still feel beautiful!

By OCTAgon

#26..m.p.c

Mennaseh Patrick Chisvo

+263 785856923(whatsapp)

mennasehart@gmail.com

4. Title :The Armstice

Peace be still !

Oh ignorant man of steel .

Your battlefield is no man’s land withdraw your hand .

Your troops are confused regiments of the same army .

The clergy , the ordained and the profaned

All write letters to an unseen deity

Base conflict in the mind all seek to be unchained

They touch the sky with ritual smoke in assumed piety

Not by faith’s superiority

But by solemn heredity

Each man then dances to his ancestor’s drum

Then withdraw swords against each other from the cacophonous humdrum .

BUT

Its not a battle of you versus him

Its you and him against spiritual wickedness in high places .

Take this as an armistice .

Condemn not the anointing

But Consider the appointing

Do not ignore revelation

Be careful of its translation

Do not dismiss condemnation

Derive the correction

Frown not upon the mission

Consider the vision

Embrace those from the cesspit

Correct the men of warped wit

Abate the scriptural warfare !

Engage on spiritual welfare

For we are all clamped under a spiritual climate

The mysteries of the invisible evade or ken

Your heart is the foundation of true religion

By

OCTAgon

#26…m.p.c

Mennaseh Patrick

+263785856923

mennasehart@gmail.com

5. Title : leftovers Pick up!!

Street kid !

Answer me then is there anything like a house kid ?

We have proclaimed the demise of humanity

Ordaining circumstance over divine sensitivity

Are they people who deserve life more than others ?

Do we only call them birds because they have wings which can fly ?

Forgive our race Oh God of my fathers

Do not consider us forsaken , to change we will try .

That boy was supposed to be a wiz kid

Vulnerable in the street college he graduated a weed kid .

We saw his tears but did not hear his cry

Gagged by strife

Passed over his denizen but him no consideration

He is there frozen like any preserved chicken in a fridge .

Its just a bridge

Queen sized beds we lay to rest

King valued bridge , their “family” retires too

Its just a difference of perfect squares

Remove the divider add love and multiply

Eliminate the brackets of power and empower

“Social classes” have eliminated the sensitivity of humanity

An unfortunate soul dismissed as forsaken

Its time we stopped attending these lessons

And redeemed some persons

Smoking glue ; a strange hue

They resort to contortion because no one offers correction .

Quaffing a concoction of brewed liquids

Just to forget this earth so grey

No one ever offered a cup of coffee to warm them till the morrow ray .

We wail when us they prey

Yet for them we never pray .

What happened to true brotherhood and parenthood ?

We have created human leftovers !!

By

OCTAgon

#26…m.p.c

Mennaseh Patrick

+263 785856923

mennasehart@gmail.com

An exclusive interview with Mai Patai

MAI PATAI, AWARD WINNING GOSPEL ARTIST IS HERE TO STAY!

SIMUKAI ARTS FAMILY(SAFA)

(Changing lives through arts and cultural initiatives)

29/08/30

Blogger Manu Mhike(M.M) caught up with Zimbabwe’s own gospel diva, musician Mai Patai(M.P)recently on Mai Patai Group Chat Whatsapp platform. Group participants,fellow musicians, Pastors, prominent radio presenters, international women rights defenders, promoters, fans and friends later joined in and enjoyed the highly discurssive and informative session. Mai Patai was speaking from her base in Gweru in Midlands. Below is the full interview except

*M.M* is Manu Mhike and *M.P* is Mai Patai.

Read on!

M.M: Good evening Mai Patai. My first question:

M.M: Who really is Mai Patai?

M.P: Mai Patai is a God fearing person, mother, musician, student Pastor,counsellor and enterprenuer just to mention a few. I am in my early forties.

M.M: The Music Industry in Zimbabwe and largely Africa is male dominated. What inspired you as a female to venture into it?

M.P: The word of God has inspired and motivated me to venture into gospel music and brush shoulders with my male counterparts in the music and the arts industry in general.There’s nothing else besides urging myself to preach the word of through music .

M.M: What were your fears at first?

M.P: Nice question hey!

Mostly to be a female person in the midst of male musicians.Fears of lack of academic qualifications too, haunted me. l wasn’t aware that music is a talent and it can be explored without any academic qualifications. But l thank God for His Grace.

M.M: Quite Interesting. So who supported to do your piece and fulfill your dream? I mean, the first song/album and how was the response by the public?

M.P: I want to thank my lovely husband Ephraim Patai because he is the one who discovered the talent singing in me and urged me to join him in the music journey. Later, he allowed me to record my own projects as a stand alone female artist. So he is the great man behind my success in this music journey. MP: I did cut my teeth with the song, ‘Tinokutendai’, which l sang under my husband Ephraim. We were new but that song managed to qualify on Radio Zimbabwe’s Coca Cola Top 20 Music Competition.That was during the hay days of Erick Knite,(The General Nite Rider) and John Phiri(Muzala). It did not stay for long because the fan base was not broad. The album’s name was ‘Shoko seshoko’. I wrote and led the vocals with my husband guiding.

M.M: Oh so it was not ‘Mazambara?’ (a song) ‘Mazambara’ was an instant hit! Your breakthrough in my view. What motivated the Song?

Mai Patai: ‘Mazambara’ was the third album and it is under Ephraim, Mai Patai And The Voice of Prophecy.

I do agree with you that ‘Mazambara’ was an instant hit and it was the ‘National Anthem’ of that time. I thank God for the revelation of that song to me. I believe that the song spoke and still speaks to the people. It was a prayer of everyone that God must intervene in Zimbabwe. I think the hardships of that period motivated the penning and subsequent singing of that song.

I felt so much honoured because that’s the time people came to know about Baba naMai Patai.

M.M: Your Discography?

Mai Patai: I recorded many songs under Ephraim including ‘Mazambara’. From there on, I started to release solo projects backed by V.O.P. We did the following albums:

‘Makanaka’ (2008),

‘Samulena’ (2010)

and ‘Punish the devil’ which I released in 2018.

I have three albums as a solo artist. I don’t believe in releasing too many projects without marketing them. I make sure that the projects must be well cooked, then I put effort in marketing too! It annoys to hear a person saying, “Kubva pana ‘Mazambara’ makabva manyarara!”(Eversince you released the song ‘Mazambara’ you went quiet) Meaning to say there are some previous projects which are not known by the fans, so why should I release other projects if my fans are not aware that there are more albums after it(Makanaka,Samulena & Punish the devil. So marketing my previous albums is the way to go because I believe in myself ‘kuti tobika zvinoibva'(We produce well baked cakes)

M.M: Woow! That is interesting. Your favourite song or album?

M.P: My songs are like my children. I love all of them.

M.M: 😄 I like that! I believe you are now a role model to many budding female artists. How do you treat this status of yours?

M.P: This is one is too much because I am a free spirited woman . As a role model, I love people and helping others in whatever capacity, being in the arts or business sector. I also work with the youths in sharing and urging them to make use of their talents for them to survive. I do not encourage those talented artists to emulate others but to be themselves. As a role model to others, I do not live a fake life, pretending as if I am too special than others. That one is a big No! I love people, sharing with them ,chatting with them and so on.

M.M: Candid! Tell me, What is the current status of Gospel Music in Zimbabwe?

M.P: Gospel music in Zimbabwe is now growing .What I like most is that many people now accept it as music for everyone not for the church goers only, however, there’s a hidden competition in gospel as compared to Sungura and Dancehall music. Gospel musicians are in a competition rather than spreading the gospel through music. Pride itself has started with the gospel artists. They do not appreciate each other. Everyone likes to be at the top position which contributes competition. Even on live shows before the COVID 19 pandemic wrecked havoc, no one would like to curtain raise at any of our live shows. Everyone would say, ‘I am better than so and so artist, so better for me to close the show.’ The time I won the Zimbabwe National Arts Merit Awards(NAMA), only few gospel artists celebrated together with me because they were hurt. To my surprise, secular music artists from Sungura and Dance Hall quarters celebrated together with us. Most of them were defending me saying that I deserved to win the award. Musicans like Stunner defended me when I was bullied on Social Media platforms. Nevertheless, that is art! It happens but folks, let us learn to appreciate each other and help others in any area which you might be knowledgeable.

M.M: True gospel music should be sung in the spirit of spreading the word of God and not to be taken as serious competition.

M.M: As a female artist what kind of challenges are you facing?

M.P: I faced so many challenges but l thank God for my husband because he used to support me in any way. Female artist are underrated, that is why they bullied me on social media because of the NAMA Award. Some think female artists are prostitutes. As celebrities, normally one has to be presentable but some think the other way round. Also gender inequality affects most female artists.M.M: You won the People’s Choice NAMA Award in 2018, What was the feeling especially after a lot was said about you winning the accolade, on social media?

M.P: A lot was said but I thank God, my fans and all those who voted me to win the coveted award. I was also surprised you know but at the same time felt honoured. I know I was bullied but that does not affect me anyway. l was called names on Facebook,Twitter and Instagram but I remained steadfast .I was not there at the function because I was not expecting it but because of my fans who voted I scooped it with no doubt. The award has opened some connections at the same time it has created enemity with others who think that they are better than I. I also encourage upcoming artists to stand firm and overcome challenges. They must perfect their work before releasing it to the listeners. Female artists,forward ever! Backwards never!

M.M: … And to the World?

M.P: To the world, l love those who love me and I do not care about those who hurt my talent.

M.M: Candid! Future Projects! When can we expect a single track or Album from Mai Patai?

M.P: Future projects are coming soon. I have recorded a single track entitled ‘Musatisiye’, with Chill Spot Records. That one is a digital but watch out! it will be something else. I am also about to finish a single track which is a result of a collaboration with an Australian based artist,Cosy Kozile. The track belongs to Kozile. I’m also looking forward to work with international artists and we have planned to record a single track with a Kenyan gospel artist and nominee in the 2019 Mombasa Musical Gospel Awards Nominee,Graceillar Joshua.

Manu Mhike: Wow! Mai Patai at Chillspot! Can’t wait! Any interesting story to share?

Mai Patai: It was in 2004, I was invited at ‘Nguva Yakwana Explosion which was led by now Pastor Ivy Kasi. Our pic was a very small as it was pasted on the corner of the poster. We were one of the groups that opened the show but guess what! We did an extremely well by giving a five star performance. At the end of the day, ended up having almost all print media newspapers’ headlines screaming with our name and splendid performances. One newspaper’s headline screamed, “The Pataiz stole the limelight at Nguva Yakwana show “.

Lesson, folks ‘musarambe kutangiswa but take advantage of that. Build your brand and music pakutanga. Ipapo rova basa zvekuti anotevera anonzwa kutya. Next time havakutangise coz vanenge voziva kuti unovaremera kwete kuzvipa mbiri. Pihwa mbiri iwe wakanyarara kupfurikidza nemabasa ako.

M.M: What a lesson! Finally Girl child rights and empowerment dominate local and international fora today. Word of advice to the girl child of today ( Mwanasikana wanhasi).

M.P: I love the girl child because I grew up in a pitiful environment where I was physically and emotionally abused. My father and my step mom could fight because of my educational endeavours until I finally dropped school not because of financial difficulties but my step mom hurted me. I really understand the difficulties which might be faced by the girl child but asina wekuudza.(With no one to tell. Zvisinei(Nonetheless) God is for us all! He is the One who created the girl child. I stand for the girl child and female artists. I know what they face especially being a wife, and musician, but there’s God in Heaven.

M.M: Thank you for your time Mai Patai!

Our NACZ Midlands Provincial Arts Manager, Ms Kupfavira the floor is yours before I open it for everyone.

[8/26, 8:35 PM] Mai Patai: Thank you too! Mr Manu Mhike for taking my brand to the world, God bless you!

ABOUT MANU MHIKE

Popularly known as ‘The Prince of Mazvihwa’ Emmanuel Hove Mhike is an experienced Arts and Culture Practioner whose work revolves around Writing and supporting grassroots Arts and Culture initiatives at the margins. He is also responsible for coordinating community based Artists and festivals. Emmanuel, has attended a number of local and international indabas, workshops and festivals organized by Muonde Trust, Campus Africa Network, African Learning Institute (ALI), the Ministry and National Arts Council of Zimbabwe. Emmanuel is also a filmmaker whose creative documentaries are available on Muonde Trust YouTube account. He is also an International Writer whose works featured in international journals like Munyori journal, California Poetry now, Sacramento and in 2018 among 53 Writers he was the only African featured in Tule Review, an American publication.Working at Muonde Trust as a proponent of Endogenous Development ( Community led or Development from within communities) Emmanuel to date attended key International Resilience workshops and festivals. His fantastic creative works can also be found on his award wining blog: https://manumhike.home.blog/

He can be contacted on :

Princeemmanuel1987@yahoo.com

+263775948581

Compiled and edited by Edwin Msipa aka Uncle Sipet/Black Mampara, The poet. Msipa is a comedian, educationist,arts and sports freelance writer, storyteller and a prolific writer poet.

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MHIKE @33 Birthday Poetry Collection

MHIKE
By Megaton Ruramayi Kuhudzai
MHIKE is a perennial river, thank God for allowing the blessings to flow. The young man is one by reason of age, but his pyramids keep us gazing into the sky. We hover over and scour for the coordinates and mathematics of his inventions. Like termites at a mount we meet to eulogize his wonders. We've had trips after trips with Mhike as the captain. We travel far with his poems and plays, Mesopotamea I may have seen. Oh, how refreshing all this is, long live the captain of discoveries.

#Mhikebirthday
A HERO IS BORN!
By YEMURAI MUZAVAZI

An ever smiling Prince
A master of creative intelligence
The one who never knew truancy?
An Academic par-excellence

Like a pay day, everyone expectantly awaited 
                                                                        Indeed on HEROES Day 
A Hero is born
Today a Hero’s birthday is dazzling 

Congratulations Manu Mhike!
A gentleman who made peace with the past
So it doesn’t spoil your present
Look back and cherish the achievements
Look forward and imagine the dreams
I know you dream big!
You never allowed the burden of your past
To be the obstacles of your future


THE EVERGREEN TREE
By YEMURAI MUZAVAZI
	
Congratulations! 
Today you are thirty three!
You are such a wonderful tree Manu,
A tree that shades and redecorate leaves when necessary
Allow this bird to stand on your last branch and sing:

Thirty three... Thirty three... Thirty three
When you had lost hope 
The Lord Instilled hope in you, 
And your fellow hopeless
I can see everlasting smile beaming like sunbeam 
As you traverse these life miles
Wish you to live and stretch so long like River Nile Mhike!

10/08/2020
 WHAT ARE YOUR PLANS FOR HIM?  

By Hebert Chiweshe

10/08/20

Dear Heavenly God,
The revered Almighty,
Can I talk to you now?
May I ask please...

About My friend Manu,
The effusive Prince,
Thank you Almighty
Today you give Emmanuel a beautiful Day this day?
I know, you bless him; on this important and memorable day in his Life?

Thank you to the utmost Lord,
Already you have given him vision,
Leadership,
Quest for knowledge,
What about the untiring, versatile pen...

Going forward from today Lord,
What are your plans for him?
Do you want me to know Lord?
I should be pleased; for I cherish dearly my association with him!
Will you let me guess dear Lord, what I perceive you may endow him with?

Is it long life?
Prosperity?
A loving family?
A thriving, penetrative literary Grouping?
Like CHISIYA WRITERS' CLUB, namely?
A heightened sense of solidarity and belonging?
HAPPY BIRTDAY MANU


Makorokoto, makorokoto
Siphosami Ndlovu
Abarwa mwana, abarwa!
Emmanuel Mhike Musayigwa 
Hoyo vamutumidza rake zita nhasi
Mukuhwidzi womoto wetsika namagariro
Uyo  wodzimwa nechamupupuri chechirungu
Sweverere sweverere kufamba kwenyoka
Ako mabasa oridza mhere kudarika mashoko!
Rwizi rukuru, rwendo rwemvura 
Chenjerai kondo nemvuu mudzimba save!

Kura mwanawe kura
Kura mupfungwa nomhumhu 
Kurai sambiru gandagobvu!

Shanda mwanawe shanda
Usatya rima rakuputirwa nezviuya
Chako chiedza chenjere ngachirambe chichimedza rima
Usabvuma richikurimira pasi munyori
Ramba uchikusha dzidziso pasirose nyika izive
Kwaunobva hakubvuti  chako chipo chenjere
Kwaunobva ngakusava chipingaidzo chekwauri kuenda

Makorokoto Emmanuel Mhike Hove
Amhlophe Khula ukhokhobe mbongi yakithi! 

Siphosami Ndlovu
10 Nyamavhuvhu 2020 
*Ngonidzashe Mupinda* 
*0718807869* 
ngonimp@gmail.com 
*Ndau.*


*Makorokoto Mhike*
"Zvine chirevo" ndiMusariri waibhuye kudaro,
Chirevo chiya ndazochitumbawo nyamashi,
Zororo remagamba ndirona futi zuwa remunyori Mhike,
Emmanuel - Musikaanthu unesu. Nyamashi todakara.
Igamba reduwo mubadhla reanyori,
Pamweni pachona azvibhuyi chiro kwemuri,
Asi kwetiri mufaro mukuru wemene, 
Makore makumi matanhatu nematatu, 
Kukura kwake munyori ngekwedu zveshe nenyika, 
Zvinyorwa zvake mwenje unotijekesere njira, 
Musikaanthu akuhine amweni mazuwa endaramo.
Mumazuwa ona awawo ekurarama zvinyorwa ngazviwande.

*MANUWERE
Zita rake ndiManuere,
Iye Mwari anesu

Tine mukuru watinaye,
Tine mukuru watakapiwa,
Iye mukuru asingakuve.
Tine mukuru akatinakira,
Iye mukuru asiri mutana,
Tine mukuru, anokudzwa nenyasha,
Iye mukuru, asingazvikudze!
Tine mukuru - kukura kwake, kwakazadza nyika,
Nedandetamutande
Tine mukuru, akatandira pose pose,
Tine mukuru, Sambiri,
Musaigwa, muto muchena -
Rambamutomutsvuku, pwere dzingatye kuseva dzichiti iropa,
Aripo dambanepwere, aripo chipangamazano,
Kwake kukura kutambanudza pfungwa,
Aripo mhizha, gwenyambira;
Muumbi nemuvandudzi.

Manu, deera makorokoto kwauri,
Ndiwe wedu wanakidza,
Wedu akwegura,
Wedu afadzisa



ZVIRI KUITA
NaEdwin Msipa

Woow!
Musaigwa!
Vegandagobvu,
Vakorinde!
Tiri kuzviona.

Yesu wakabata mabasa makuru ipapa,
Nemwi muri kuzarurirwa,
Tiri kuzvitenda.

Mberi tiende,
Shure hatidzoke,
Masango muchichengetedza,
Unhu huchisairirwa mberi,
Zivo muchipaira mudzinza,
Tsvagurudzo dzipunduke,
Haiwa tiri kuteveremi.

Makorokoto kani!
Makumi matatu namatatu araudzire,
Kasingagume katatu.


GREAT MSAIGWA

Say hello to the Mother Earth,
As you continuously write
 your
Past, present and future
Write on!
Never tire.

Say hello to them all
With due respect they salute you.
Defend them,
They need you
They know your fireguard is flawless,
Faultless and safe.

@33 your calling is just beginning,
Go on our newborn son!

Makorokoto!
What a new start!

Black Mampara©08/08/20


#englishonafunnyportrypartyourdailydose

+263773206455
IWE WABVE ZANO

Pane rimwe gore ,umwe mwedzi
Rimwe svondo,umwe musi,
Mhururu nemheterwa zvakanzwika
Rekuti Manuwere zita nenyika rikapararira

Mbiri nekukudzwa topa iye Musiki, Samatenga
Newe vakaramba vamire kuti usaparara
Ndotenda hangu mai nyakutumbura,
Kusvika ubve zano ravo basa kwaive kukurera.

Imo mumwedzi waNyamavhuvhu,
Ndimo makarira mhururu nehosho dzemakavhu
Zvakaita maungira emhemberero kuti dzinza rakura
Nhasi nezvekwako kukura tongotaura

Makore makumi matatu nematatu, mazhinji mkoma
Zvazvadai toti mabve zano imi, mofa zvimwe muchizama
Waitombonzi Manu nhasi toti VaMhike vakaoma.

Vavengi, shamwari zvomomotera
Nyaya iri bedzi yekuti wabve zano
Ko, ndianiko angaite shamwari yepwere kana kumuvenga?
Chirega kutya nekuti wabve zano.

Zvaitombonzi anonyanyowawata mwana anotaurisa uyu
Kusaziva kuti zvaiva zviratidzo zvekundurira zvaikutuma
Nanhasi unongodzinyora.
Makorokoto kuna mai nyakutumbura
Kure havana kana kuda kukurasira
Nhasi nenyika wopembera ichikureva
"Mwana Zvish ataura mamunzva?"
Manu Mhike wabve zano.

NaFibion.J Nyambare The Youth Mentor


KHULA KHULA MHIKE
BY LOLO SIWELAH
Yeeee liyakhula ijaha lakhoMhike 
khula khula jaha   
Siyakubongela lamuhlanje ngoba uzelwe jaha lakho Fish 
Khula khulu uze ukhokhobe jaha lakho Fish
Khula uze ubengukhulu ohamba lododolo  
Sikufisela okuhle kodwa jaha lakho Mhike 
sokungathi izifiso lamaphupho akho afezeke jaha lakho Fish.      . ..   .                                  
 Khula khula ube liluba elihle emehlweni abantu
 Khula ube ngubaba oqotho ebantwaneni bakho lasebantwini                .              
  Khula ube yisibonelo esihle ube lembali ehle jaha lakho Fish        . ..                          .  ..      .
Sithi mayinkosi ikubusise njalo njalo jaha lakho Mhike khula khula

“What happened to humanity”

Bingo!
A picture perfect sad story –
Snapped by the devil’s incarnate,
Unbeggotten son of a forgotten father
A vulture lands and poses for the photo,
maintaining a social distance
The two vultures watch the target decompose

Head down the prey listens to the silent whispers of the ancestors;
Their voices fade – they can’t protect him anymore.
Both worlds are dry and hopeless, none is desirable
common denominators.
Only heavens bear solutions, the will of the creators is eternal.

The photographer well geared
and camera fully charged,
but humanity unplugged.
The scorecard’s breath ending, he yearns for an extra dose.
Camera focus and flashlight
The target discolouring to match the dust…
He salutes the photographer with an eternal bow.
The camera zooms in fingers crossed,
Hoping to capture the soul escape.

He spits on the ground as he turns away
Perhaps to moisten the ground for mourners to dig a grave.
The picture wins awards
But it boggles the mind;
What is being celebrated?
The beauty of death or beauty’s death?

What happened to humanity?

By OCTAgon
Manasseh Patrick Chisvo
+263 785 856 923
octagonrhythm@gmail.com

#26…m.p.c

Indigenous Languages Poetry Collection Vol 1

CULTURE WEEK SPECIAL EDITION

ZIMBABWE @ 40 CELEBRATING CULTURAL DIVERSITY AND HERITAGE

Shangani Language
Covid 19
By Musvovi Joshua
0784022734
Nimina coran virus
Nivuyile zvachose kolomu tikweni
Nadhlaya vanhu hikwavo
Nihava mhaka eku lowu une mali lowu uhava
Nateka mazela Huawei
Vatsongwani nevakhulukumba.
Hambi tinyanga namadhoketela nateka
Hanilapheki futi

Kalanga,Tswana,Shangani,Chewa,Ndebele,Tonga,Sotho,Shona,Nambiya Languages
Titende Zimbabwe
Na Tinashe Muchuri
+263 782 883 203

Hikhesile
Ke a leboga
Ke a leboha
Mazvita
Mwashuma
Ndaboka
Ndo livhuwa
Siyabonga
Tabonga
Taboka
Tatenda
Zikomo

© Tinashe Muchuri, 2020

Kalanga language
Kumangombe
By Loice. L. Siwela
+26774549393
Woje ngwedzi wagala pana
Duntule duntule akati kamangombe
Kumangombe kuna phulutjatja
Phulutjatja intamba tamba tamba tamba nezwanana zwayo

Kalanga language
Kumangombe
By Loice. L. Siwela
+26774549393
Woje ngwedzi wagala pana
Duntule duntule akati kamangombe
Kumangombe kuna phulutjatja
Phulutjatja intamba tamba tamba tamba nezwanana zwayo

Setwana language
Corona
Loice L Siwela

0026774549393
Galase ya maloba e ile yo ya ilere tlhasetswa tlhase! Segajaja se e e itirile go kgona le gorata ! Botshelo letlepu boile ,Re opela pina engwe lehutshe ka bophara e bong lthapa diatla
Sanitizer o be ikalhapha no lapeng

Tonga Language
Yoobulwazi BwaCorona
*Caleb Jambo Sibanda *+263784184562/+263712479203* calebjambosibanda@gmail.com

Nitwakakumvwidilide kule twalikut’ amwi manimba luzutu
Kunyika zilikule mbule China bantu nkabafwa mbuli twana twankuku twanjilwa makkulugu
Bantu bonseni nkabakkala mumanda.
Swebo twakali twakachili linzinzide munyika yesu yaZimbabwe.
Sunu twabona aansi.
Twalibinen’ ayes’ ay’ alanga.

Atusalala menso mbuli mpiye (bird), alyatujisi lyatuleka.
Tatuchikwe simpe kuti musang’ (God) uchitubwene.
Nekuba mizimu ayilayo yatufutatila.
Bantu sunu nyika tonseni balibikid’ antomwe mbuli twana twenkuku twafuswa lunga(eagle) kambo kako _corona_.
Bapati abana bachakukkala mumanda mbuli bakkwansa.
Nyika yatusandukila, yamena meja kwanchobeni.

Mazub’ ayinda kujata mwenzinyokwe mujanza kwali kutondeezya luyando akulemeka.
Sunu kwakaba kumuma nkoli mumazwi.
Wamujata kwategwa wamupa _corona_ oyu wondongania nyika yonseni

Nekuba kumanyik’ alikule alimbul’ Amelika azwide basibusingo zyabaloka nkumba(nails) kukwezya kukulwaniswa webo.
Webo _corona_ notakwe kutegw’ ulimuntuyi.
Bachaluumi nekuba bachanakazi, basiya naakuti batuba, bapati naakuti baniini bonseni balil’ ayebo buzuba bonseni.
Wonseni muntu zyamwenda zitukuta kuyowa lufu lwako webo notayowi chibbadela nakuti muteyo.
Muntu wonseni akabamamba chimwi achamugwe kambo kakuyowa nduwe.

Buzub’ abuzuba ujaya mwanda amwanda yabantu.
Watumana nkani yookazunda.
Niyakasika nkwelakasasa naakuti nsyulamatongo twakati twazibona. Basibusingo bakilwana nkondo mpat’ itali yamasumu atuleba.
Sunu bantu balibalilela, akukkalinkana nkambo balibizunda mukwinda mukunywa mapilis’ akubelesya tulabba twakulitabilila(condoms).
Pesi webo _corona_ watumana maanu.
Kujuzyania amawulu naakuti kuzwata zidabba(mask) kumilomo nzyabiyo nkambo bantu ulikujaya luzutu.

Kujuzyania kwakaba kwamawul’ akutambuzyana.
Babelek’ abatabelik’ abalab’ akamamba chimwi achamugwe.
Wonseni muntu wakatandabal’ ansi.
Ngwani wakezi kuti bapati abalabo bazowuminwa kusanin’ anze?
Sunu bantu bachakusprayegwa misamu mbuli ngombe zyadibba.

Yookazunda wamana bantu mate nyika.
Twapa bulangilizi bwesu kuMusangu luzutu kut’ atuchebuke
Bukkali bwako mbupati loko.

Kapeto aaka kakalembwa amuyiyi wa LSU.

NdebeleLanguage
Inkondlo nge Covid 19
SimangalisoNdlovu
+263 716176306

Uyisimo bani we! Corona?
Usamqhele.
Umqhele ngowamakhosi.
UJesu waqheliswa ngameva wasindisa umhlaba.
Wena ubhubhisa umhlaba.
Uyisilo bani wena?
Uyesabeka.

Imizi isivaliwe ngawe.
Inani labafelwa,abafelokazi lezintandane likhuphukile.
Ngenxa yakho matshayabhuqe wesifo.

Awukhethi simo loba ibala lomuntu.
Uhluthuna abezempilakahle abathenjiweyo.
Uyesabeka.

Ubhodlile,mbhidlizi, mbulali,
Amakholwa akhothama,
Abezemfundo balahla izikhali phansi.
Amajele avumile akhafula ababo.
Lamabhawa aphakamise izandla.
Habe! uyesabeka.

Uyindaba egudwini.
Ebulenjini(internet)kuguduzwa ngawe.
Emsakazweni kumenyezwa wena.
Kumakhalekhukhwini zitsha ngawe.
Kubuso bebhuku(face book)nguwe qha.
Amehlo nama kumabonakude.
Kulapho phela ezicacadwa khona izindaba.
Uyesabeka.

Izibhedlela ziyaphuphuma.
Endlini zezidumbu kuyenyanyeka.
Imingcwabo ayisela mutsho lesithunzi.
Iminwe yonke ikhomba wena.
Uyesabeka.

Isizwe sitshotshobele.
Kwezomnotho konakele,
Kodwa ithemba lethu likuMdali.

Ndau Language
Mwati Toite ekudini Mutape?
NaChenjerai Mhondera
0776969510

Hino toite ekudini Mutape?
Kamwana kawo kaya, Sirivhiya kanoti kakaroorwa kopetuka kanyi,
Kakaroorwa kopetuka kanyi;
Hechaa mundicho mundicho chigiyo chebenzi,
Buru puru chichakati chisina mutiisa
Chakadepo ere kutore zanda kuita nhekwe?
Mapipinangwa achibode kuhamba nemuzi wacho!
Ndyaikira mupengo wabara benzi.

Achizvinikina!
Manhayi tayi kutangira nzou ngomupini,
Chaya chamatiko bhongo muhlambi!
Woti ndihwirire kwandabva raatsumburumbu he,
Magwiti – dikatika kukwira nekudzaka;
Muchiti!
Panoizwei?
Muyemeso!
Dai uri mungeneso,
Taiti chigiyo chaaTasa;
aMatikiti kutetemba nekuzvina.

Mwati toite ekudini Mutape?

This poem celebrates the beauty of Ndau Language. Ruremekedzo rwukuru, kuNharaunda dzinoti Mukoteni, Tuzuka, pashi mukati iyo kwaMutape Musikaantu

Tonga language
Mugande Luckness
0776157159

Kulwana kazunda ka covid 19
Covid19 uzwakuli? Covid 19 ulimujayi!
Ujaya banini abapati, bachete abanoti!
Covid19 twakuyoowa!
Covid 19 wayoosya bana batete batana mena amasusu!
Covid 19 wayoosya bantu bapati bakatubizyania mumitwe!

Syulamatongo twakachibona pesi mapilisi aminsamu
Yakwisilika mpili
Ibbola aayilayo yakalizide pesi yakiinda
Webo kwasika nduwe nochangula nkomo

Mpo wakazwa kuli.
Wakazaani loko?
Bamwi bati ulichuuka
Bamwi bati weenda muluwo,mukukkola antomwe amukwesemuka.
Twayoowa kubona ukkola mumyotokala bantu bamulanga alyasuntwe.
Uuwesemuka tatwaambi bantu balamutantantamuka.
Ninzi nchozidilide?
Ninzi chakakweeta?

Nduwe aawulike nwakakoonzya kwiimika mupila amisobano yoonse
Munyika yoonse mbizulwa.
Zikolo zyoonse zyakajalwa kaambo kako.
Zintolo zyakajalwa kambo kako.
Milimu yakajalwa nduwe woonse mpuyiinda.
Aamabbawa aalawo akajalwa zyoonse eezi nzichito zyako

Bantu kwabatola kukkala mumaanda tegwa ni lokku dawuni.
Bayobweenda babili tegwa chabota basilaana mwenya akati ,
buula muzintolo nkutantaana .
Amumanda koonse bantu batantaana.
Zyoonse eezi tuzichita mukwiindilila mukuyanda
Kulikwabilila.

Twayoowa tobantu!
Twakaambanzi?
Nkulichilenga na kana nkubantu?
Bapati bakati nyota nkali itolwa aachikala.
Nzezyo kabi zilimumaanza aabapati kale
Tulazityeni.

Pesi basyabusongo bakazilangalanga bakati
Webo uuyanda kapati kukala alitombe.
Nkikako bakati musamu mupati wakulikwabilila
Nkukala kulekule ,mpokede akukede mweenzinyokwe ngakube
Mweenya ukwana kudalwa kwantambo zibili(1mitre).
Baboola bati muntu kuti apone ngabe musanambi.
Ngasambe maboko aakwe amaanzi aatakwe tombe kabelesya nsipa chiindi choonse.
Kabiyo sanitayiza yati ukasiyeni, muntu woonse
Ulasungwazigwa kwiibesye chiindi choonse mpabede kuti ajaye buuka bweeta chilwazi eechi.

Bantu boonse balasungwazigwa kuti balwane nkondo eeyi
Beete kupona.
Bantu balasungwazigwa kuti tabelede kujuzyania kabajatana mumaboko,
Na kumbungatilana aamubili.
Kabiyo Bantu bakachenjezegwa kuti muntu tayeelede kuguma mpemo na mulomo wakwe
Kwiind

Ngonidzashe Mupinda
WhatsApp – 0718807869
Call – 0784987485
Email – ngonimp@gmail.com

Ndau
Rudo!
Kubhuye gwinyiso chairo, gore riyani!
Pawakandiemesa ndanga ndisingambodi,
Ndaingodaira ngekuti ndirona zera racho,
Kwaimbainge kuedze mukowa ngemurenje,
Kuningire kunowire ndonga nedohwe rachona,
Ndaimbaati ameno hazvowo, chauya chauya!

Ngekupindawo kwemukuwo rwakazomera rudo,
Zvawaibhuya zviya kuti, “ndinombakuda Rudo”,
Ndiri kuzviona uri kudzadzisa padoko padoko,
Neniwo kana usipo andichatombogarisiki peya!
Kukutama andichambodi peya mwamuna wangu.

Rudo wakasima muhana mwangu,
Rukamera rudo mwangu muhana,
Rudo uri kumbashakurira rweikura,
Neniwo ndakatobatawo rangu badza,
Tiite pota ngeiyo tidhibane, zvikasire.

Chidhumo Givemore

Email: gchidhumo@gmail.com Cell: 0773901677
NDAU

Mutombo kugara pamuzi

Tati garai pamuzi

Besha mupengoro ranesa

Ranesa ragarisa amuna pamhatso Pamuzi hapanaki, asi ndiwo mutombo Hapanaki kugariswa ngebesha mupengo

Garai pamuzi penyu

Musaita sechimbwa mupengo Musaita sedzvatsvatsva
Ukaita sedzvatsvatsva mukuhlani unokubata Unokubata kana vabva pamhatso
Saka tati garai pamhatso

Mutombo kushamba nyarara Mutombo kusabata madziso Mutombo kusagwama miro
Mupengo uyu auna murumbwana kana ndombi Ummm imi yowe garai pamuzi

Garai mwaziya kuti akuna mutombo Mutombo kugara pamuzi Chezesesa mutumunhu unemago
Kuwana mubongopongo akuna biningidzo Kuwana chiribwiribwi akuna biningidzo Biningidzo kugara pamuzi
Ndiwo mutombo wega

# lockdown

#stay at home, be safe #mundau wechipinge

Changing lives through arts and cultural initiatives

‘Changing lives through arts and cultural initiatives’

Arts Connections

01/05/20

WRITING IN ZIMBABWE: The current state

01/05/20

12.34hrs

By:

Edwin Msipa(Black Mampara)©Freelance Writer🇿🇼

The ‘Book Boom’ period of the 1980-90s ushered in a new era as a lot of new black Zimbabwean writers were born. The industry grew from strength to strength in this country and it’s impact led to the publication of great quality works. The likes of,Barbra Nkala(nee Makhalisa), Kristina Rungano, Tsitsi Dangarembga, Ndabezinhle Sigogo,Norbert Mafumhe Mutasa, Pathisa Nyathi, Yvonne Vera, Chiedza Msengezi, Njabulo Ndebele, Albert Nyathi, Memory Chirere, Mbongeni Z. Malaba, Zvisinei Sandi, Vivienne Ndlovu,Tawona Mtshiya, Gugu Ndlovu,Virginia Phiri, Cont Mhlanga, Freedom Nyamubaya and many others are no exception to this sudden rise.

Players in the book industry included Zimbabwe International Book Fair(ZIBF) which played a pivotal role in the marketing of books by Zimbabwean writers as well as creating a platform for writers, publishers, book printers, book sellers, readers, tertiary institutions, academics and schools to meet and share ideas annually during the monthend of July and a couple of days into the month of August. Even today, this important week-long book festival runs under selected themes each year at the Harare Gardens in the capital city. Mini fairs are also held in Mutare, Masvingo and Bulawayo. The National Book Week activities are no longer in sight and could have been useful in the country’s quest to not only maintain the pole position on the literacy rate ladder in Africa but also to serve as a tool for instilling and inculcating a strong reading culture among today’s children and young people for an informed better Zimbabwe.

Established in 1990, Zimbabwe Women Writers(ZWW) made the woman’s voice heard. A rapid increase in publication of books by women became visible. There had been no evidence of the visibility of female writers in the pre-independence era except for Doris Lessing whose first publication saw the light of day in 1950. Nkala broke the jinx as the first woman to make her voice be heard in the post independence period with her collection of stories, ‘The Underdogs and other stories’,(1984).

Another serious player in the development of the upcoming writer was the Budding Writers Association(BWAZ) which was founded in the ’90s with the view of identifying, developing and nurturing talent among the rising young writers. They would benefit by rubbing shoulders with already established writers who gave counsel. A lot of established writers of today went through this grilling furnace. Albert Nyathi is credited for founding this great association with publisher Irene Staunton having a hand too.

Commenting on the quality of work by today’s writers, a rising publisher with Essential Book Pulishers, which has in recent times assisted and or edited books by award winning authors at the recently held National Merit Awards(NAMA) Ceremony, Aleck Kaposa remarked, “In my view, young writers of today are not producing quality work as compared to the ’80s.” Kaposa, the writer of a children’s book, ‘The big yellow train’, is known for his stance on the need for writers to thoroughly edit their manuscript before sending them to publishers.

In his 2019 ZIBF INDABA presentation, the young and vibrant University of Zimbabwe lecturer and writer Tanaka Chidora urged writers to invest a lot in the publishing process and not to make shortcuts.

Newspaper columnist and poet, Lazarus Sauti expressed the need to follow through the proper publishing process without making shortcuts. “Writers should engage good editors and proofreaders. This will improve the quality of their works. They need to read widely and wildly too. In publishing, patience is an important ingridient.” Sauti added that many young writers of today rush to launch half-baked books.

Commenting on whether self publications are worth the salt, Sauti never minced his words. He said, “Self publishing is producing good and bad books. Some authors are rushing to print their drafts and the end product is ‘sadza mbodza’, (half-baked).Writers must invest in quality professional editors, proofreaders and designers for the end product to be perfect.”

Today piracy, a bug that never threatened the ‘Book boom’ years- is eroding the gains of the literary works’ creator of today.

The effects of piracy are felt by almost every writer in Zimbabwe. Outspoken Shona poet Joseph Matonga, says, “The writer must get his share. The responsibility lies with the government in terms of reducing this piracy disease.”

Award winning Journalist, poet, films actor and the writer of ‘Chibarabada’, a Shona novel on the lives of today’s city people, Tinashe Bob Muchuri, reiterated that besides economically impoverishing a writer, piracy is causing intellectual poverty. He noted that piracy steals the writer’s motivation to do best thereby impoverishing the nation’s critical thinking.

Muchuri added that there should be a multi-faceted approach to this piracy cancer, “Libraries should be financially capacitated in order to buy new books.” A visit to a local Library run by The City Fathers in Kuwadzana showed that the greatest chunk of books on the shelves were foreign donated. The few local books available are not recent publications either.

“Government should set aside an amount of money to buy a certain number of copies of new books,” Muchuri, of the ‘Ibhinya’ and ‘Zvekwedu’ performance poems’ fame said.

Today, books are scanned or photocopied Willy-nilly with noone putting check to that ‘unholy’ practice.

In 2015, this writer and his fellow compatriots tried to stop the pirating of their book, ‘Dzinonyandura-Svinga renduri’, 2015-17 A’ Level Shona Nhetembo, set book, in the CBD of Harare by moving around and trying to grab some pirated sub-standard book copies. The efforts proved fruitless. It seems, in order to burst this crime, there is need for an aggressive multi-sectoral approach with all book stakeholders’ input being taken into consideration. This should begin with the writer’s work being taken seriously up to the legislature where strong measures may be put in place for the would-be pirates to fear committing the crime. If for example, heavy penalties are put in place this may deter would-be perpetrators. The current small fines will not push out the pirates from Harare’s streets.

Sharon Chahale, a lawyer from Kenya who graced the ZIBF 2014 extravaganza shared her Kenyan experience on how their book industry is trying to navigate it’s way round and past the piracy bug. In her lively presentation, then, Chalale highlighted that Kenyan writers set up a writers association which has a full list of its members. They engaged all shops involved in the photocopying of books in Nairobi and asked them to pay a certain fee which then goes back to the writer. Two police officers move around enforcing the directive. Thus, the writer is benefiting as opposed to the Harare scenario where pirates are reaping where they sweated not.

Muchuri suggested a similar Kenyan experience, saying, ”There should be a rights collecting management organisations which collects fees from schools and all photocopying organizations.”

Muchuri also hopes that books should be sold on eplatforms with locking systems that do not allow the book to be posted more than once.

The author of two sizzling poetry anthologies, ‘Survivors Café’ (2016) and ‘Rhyme and resistance’ (2019), Stanley Mushava agrees with Muchuri, saying, ” To solve piracy, the ministry of education can use its administrative structures to monitor schools for pirated material.”

Zimbabwe is losing out on its rich material and talent. Mushava further explains that , “It(Zimbabwe) stands to lose the most from piracy because, for example, some top Zimbabwean writers are already no longer eager to write because they are getting nothing out of it. The famously literate country is going to be left with foreign books only to read when more writers want out of the naked exploitation.” Commenting on the legislative part of the book system, Mushava pointed out that, “Nobody openly sells weed on the streets for fear of arrest but many of the streets are full of ‘stolen’ books which police pass by everyday.”

“Cultural practitioner, poet , blogger, writer and one of the team members encouraging restoration of Sacred places, spaces and knowledge including ‘Rambotemwa’, a conservation area in Mazvihwa, Midlands, Emmanuel Mhike, acknowledges that ebooks are benefiting him a bit from some generous journals but all is not rosy, “Piracy is affecting me big time and surprisingly people are converting my books to pdf and other formats.”

Also sharing the same sentiments on the intensity of ebook piracy rate in Zimbabwe, NAMA award winner, Mushava said, ” While hard cocpy piracy is widespread in schools, ebook piracy is widespread in universities. It’s an even faster and totalising form of piracy because of the population of the gadgetry involved.”

Although heaping a lot of praises on the publication of ebooks, educationist, orator and poet Biggie Chiranga’s thoughts move along with his colleagues in taking a swipe at their abuse, “Ebook publication has the disadvantage of being prone or vulnerable to piracy. Many books will be downloaded and circulated on social platforms. In the end writers lose a fortune.”

Mhike who is also The Crown Prince of Mazvihwa went on to lament that protecting eBook work is complex and sometimes more expensive.

Publishers and book sellers just like music producers must revisit the pricing cost of their products so as to deter pirates. This will also make the book and music affordable and easily accessible to the consumers. These valued products must be made available in bookshops and recorbars respectively, anytime consumers’ demand rises.

Phillip Mudzimba, a College Press representative, concurred with Muchuri and Chahale’s subscriptions that it is still a long way to go in terms of putting an end to piracy, “This is a huge fight in our hands which unfortunately will not end anytime soon. Now with technology it is even worse-how do you stop people in hundreds of whatsapp groups from sharing scanned pdf.

Mushava, however, believes that publishers must acquaint themselves with existing legislation and invoke it whenever their copyrighted work is abused.” He urged the police to act proactively against this national problem.

Mudzimba cleared the air on whether traditional or big publishers are still collecting manuscripts from writers, “Yes publishers are publishing general books that is poetry, drama and novels but not at the rate and scale of yesteryear. This is due to the economic environment we find ourselves in-where business continuity and survival is key. It comes natural that more effort is put on fast moving titles such as curriculum texts.”

On the case of whether ‘Big’ publishers are acting so as to put check to piracy, Mudzimba pointed out that police are being engaged with a number of court cases being heard and some still pending. They are also engaging the ministry of education and the latter is encouraging schools to buy books from reputable dealers though it is still not helping much.

“The Copyright Act is there and is under reveiw. The court process is the one that allows the pirates to continue harvesting what they have not grown.,” Muchuri added on.

Another rising publisher located at 5 Wallasey Street, Donnington, Emagumeni, the City of Kings,Bulawayo, Progressive Publishers who has, in recent years, had a couple of nominees at the NAMA Awards, also pointed out that piracy was their achilles heel. The company’s publishing Manager, Progress Nigwa believes, with enough support of literary works from all sectors, the book industry, though still small is poised to make an impact. “With piracy, I think we have three different groups. The first one has those guys in the streets who are only making a living. Secondly, we have schools that photocopy books for their students. The third group comprises of printers who are the supply chain of all these people. They are getting richer with authors’ works. Once we destroy the third group then the rest will automatically die as they will not have a supplier. We also have teachers who are scanning the whole novel and sending soft copies to their colleagues and students.”

The death of BWAZ seems to have spelt doom to the rising young writers as they now lack proper guidance to produce quality work and getting published.

The coming in of writers associations like Zimbabwe Writers Association(ZWA) which represents both male and female writers, Zimbabwe Academic and Non-Fiction Authors Association(ZANA) which represents Zimbabwean writers who are into academic research and the writing of non-fiction works only, ZWW’s mandate is to further the interests of women’ writers and the Writers International Network Zimbabwe(WINZIM) is a welcome relief to writers who need represantation.

“Writers associations are very effective. They provide a unified voice to lobby for things that may be lacking in the country. For example if one of their members’ book is banned, they voice through the association. When piracy hit hard, the writers can confront the government for measures to be taken to reduce piracy,” said Muchuri.

With the government not yet fully funding the book industry and the economic meltdown, these associations’ drive to fully represent the interests of the writers are being put to check.

Hope is there for the writer to live on his/her work in Zimbabwe only if a multisectoral approach is used. The involvement of everyone concerned from the writer, editor, publisher, printer, bookseller, the government, Zimcopy and the reader- will create a better world for the book industry to survive.

ABOUT THE WRITER

Edwin Msipa aka Black Mampara is a freelance writer who writes in his own capacity. He is a novelist and has his poems featured in a number of English and Shona Anthologies.He also acts and writes short comedies. Contact him on:

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The Pandemic of our era: Writers’ Reactions

Medical illustration by Alissa Eckert and Dan Higgins, CDC

In The Dungeon

Painful are the dark days

And long nights too

In the scary & deep dungeon

Like political prisoners

Hunger tortures our

Already thin beings

Dirty buttocks shrink

Dry mouths crack

Like they are of anthill-clay

Helplessly we grope

In the dark dungeon

Hiding away from the monister

That wears a horrible crown

And wields a sharp sword

Who will conquer it

And take off it’s crown?

By Greyton K. Muzangaza

©️theLonePoet #2020

0773 159090

Humanity dying

On the brink of death

The human race dying

The ozone layer depletion

Climate change bringing havoc

Food production on the decline

The human race dying

Facing extinction like a dodo

Perhaps like the quagga

Gone never to return

The certainty of death

Talk was about AIDS

Then it was Ebola

Now in the tentacles of death

The corona virus wiping out

The world a death trap

By Uncle JB Messenjah

©2020

ODIOUS PANDEMIC….

NYATI (jindadzi) 13/04/20…

The Earth is swallowing its own

The inhabitant yesterday

The condemned today

It is relentless!

Distress it has wreaked

Merciless is its sting!

Opulence has been slapped in the face

Failed it has

To emancipate its worshippers and incorrigibles alike

From the claws of death!

Alas, the World cries

In the face of this disastrous adversity

Cure has hidden itself from the face of the Universe

The available and embraced palliatives

Are sadly overwhelmed

By the raging rapaciousness of a malady

Which has run amok!

In circumstances such as these

It’s unperceivable

That amoung citizenry of our planet

A lerthargic and fatalistic view is taken of the disastrous and rampant beast

Branded COVID 19@

Sad and inconceivable this!

To the contrary

Vast populations

Accepted they have

The harsh tentacles of reality

The presence of pestilence

Upturned their faces to the Heavens they have

Baring their souls they are

In introspection and humility they prostrate themselves

Seeking in earnest

The magnanimous hand

Of the unshaken and steadfast Physician

Of all time

The Almighty!

Death in its wake

Has levelled and evened the pedestals of man:

The rich

The poor

Have been shaken to the roots

By the gargantuan proportions of annihilation

In so much that

Classes and divisions of the human race

Have been abandoned and forgotten for a while

The perception has come to the better fore

That every human form

Is as Human as the next!

Fear

Calamity

Peril

Are no respecters of beings

Into the same stead and synonimity

They have rapidly and ponderously shepherded man…

In pain and Anguish

They all cry out loud!

The frenzied congflagration

Has no bounds!

hebert chiweshedea

Everyone off

By Chenjerai Mhondera

it bores to be on off

you never applied for

it bores too if it’s a leave

you never applied for

you carry self off

unprepared for off

as if sent off –

to reason, stress and worry about

why off, when i did not need off?

for an off like this

is like twenty-one days

in the reign and ruin

of covid 19,

when mafia 19, went on rampage;

the president and his army

holding guns and baton sticks against their people –

and no against covid.

you lie, if you say you liked this

off.

you lie, because it was offside

with nothing to eat –

everything cofeat

cofeat is an English word, discovered by Chenjerai Mhondera. The word coincided with covid 19, and it means a state of desperation caused/effected by covid 19. It also means a state of despair. It also means the state of being exhausted/defeated by corona. Such restlessness associated with desperate fight and seeming unsuccessful fight against this pandemic.

cofeat (v), cofeated (past tense) cofeating (active tense in -ing)

2. c or on a, in eyes of a poet

By Chenjerai Mhondera

corona was like

the historical russian winter,

a soldier w’ld die frozen

in his gear

with all his guns

and ammunitions

it was like

an accident

and carnage

none could prepare

against

it was like

a silly tall wall

falling over a people

it was

the longest arm

that could catch up

with everybody

anywhere, everywhere

3. worst dictator ever, and universal rule

By Chenjerai Mhondera

in the year

corona touched

everything

and ruled over

every soul

the kings

and queens

masters

and slaves

once, both

fall under his vassalage

he ruled

and we all

saw it happening

he was

the worst dictator ever

we all knew was lord.

nostradamus, said

she was a queen

he ruled over

all parliaments

he ruled over

all governments

he ruled –

and he ruled without constitution

he ruled

Coronisation

By Chenjerai Mhondera

air is filthy

with stench smell

of decomposition

dehumanization, depeoplelization, deindustrialization,

decompanisation, deassociation, detogetherization

it’s populated

with fears too

these phobias,

and stress

distress, regress

and regrets

it’s filled

with sighs, huffs

and umms,

it’s filled

with dash, dash too

it’s dense

with persecutions, accusations,

executions and eliminations

it’s hot

with isolations,

divisions,

desperations,

breakdowns,

lockdowns,

gloomy,

and anxieties

hope is in clusters

you may never expect

to live, to survive

longer than ever

it need this

it need that

to choke

and die

CORONA…..

NYATI ( jindadzi) 31/03/20…

I look at my grand-son

As he sneezes dutifully into his elbow…

Just 5 years old

His alertness is impressive…

Hope rises

That if all 5 year-olds have this level of appreciation

Surely Corona can be dealt a felling blow!

As such:

Iam left wandering

How is it that an “imported” malady

Receives undivided and sustained awareness

Publicity, possibly surpassing all precedent?

And yet:

Our own “home-grown” Cholera decimated unfortunate thousands

Left many dumb-founded

Left many devastated

Left traumas which,

Today, still haunt many!

Where was alertness?

Where was education?

Where was information?

Where was the trepidation that today we witness

In print, hearsay,

And word of mouth?

Is foreign preferred to local?

Do we need inculcation

In the matter of embracing our own?

hebert chiweshe…

DO WE HAVE TO RE–LIVE…..?

NYATI (jindadzi)

We look back

At the ravages of Cyclone Idai

In our own land

Not long ago

Deep down in Manicaland…

Memories are still alive

Can we ever forget

Our compatriots who perished

In the mysterious inferno

A truly unprecedented phenomenon!

We will not forget

That protectors of citizens

Became plunderers of precious Aid and succour!

Nations were quick

To assuage the unspoken suffering of victims…

In as much;

Looters went berserk

In pillaging materials destined to ameliorate

The pains and pangs of man!

COVID 19

Has visited our land

The pattering and fluttering

Which the Nation is going through

In attempts to stem the vicious tide

Of the rampaging life-grabber

Fall short of the level which, at this stage,

One can be forgiven

To expect…

Once again:

Aid has come to us

From sympathetic nations

As we speak, it continues to come…

We dread to think

As we reminisce

As to what will happen to the aid we are fortunate to receive…

Will we see those vultures at work again

As what happened

In Cyclone Idai?

Who shall we look to

To impress and to imprint on the Nation

And, in particular,

On would-be plunderers

The need to preserve dignity

The need to uphold morals

The need to respect

The Health of beings

And the need to respect

The Sanctity of Man!

hebert chiwembraci

Are you still busy?

By Emmanuel Mhike

You used to sent us excuses

That your job demands your presence

So it makes everything else nonsense

Now that you are locked here at home

Are you still busy?

Too busy for us, your family?

You couldn’t attend your Father’s burial

Citing a tight flight schedule

Now that Corona cut off the wings

Are you still busy?

Too busy to bury a parent?

You rarely responded to calls and messages

Your personal assistant,

Indifferently answering and texting: ” in a special meeting , please don’t disturb”

Now that you are locked at home

Are you still busy?

Busy to personally respond to calls and texts?

Time for introspection

Realizing the importance of communication

The beauty of family time and interaction

Corona

Sometimes a necessary evil

Demanding Humanity and World order!

PONDERING….

NYATI (jindadzi) 17/04/20…

The sixty year-old

Sits confined in his home

Diverse thoughts creep into his mind and linger…

He looks at years go ne by

Stretches memories from all the fissures and crevices

Of his shrinking brain

And makes a conclusion

Despite himself (as the Future he has not yet seen)

That yester years have been better

Yes, they were actually better…

B-e-tt-e-r !

At the fore of the mind,

These days,

Resides the open warning

That folks of his age

Are prone to be visited

And licked off the earth

By the pernicious CORONA virus!

“God have mercy….”

“Please give respite to my soul….”

“But dears” he muses

“The virus is virulent

As stastics continue to reveal….”

“And may carry on, still”

“But hunger….?”

“Who can stem hunger?”

“The Doctor prescribes against the virus….”

“But has he the magnanimity to prescribe against famished entrails…?

Discomfitured grandfather

Into solemn thoughts he travels

-Again-!

A far’-away apprehension,

But very palpable nevertheless,

Steals his weak focus…

The Social Welfare

With their intermittent interventions

As they proffer a 50kg bag of corn

To all aged

Have given hope

And expectation to Life…

But he asks:

With all attention diverted to Corona

Most resources directed there too

Essential manpower tasked to man these processes

Will he get his ration

Of the life-giving,

Precious corn?

Further:

He contemplates;

The Lockdown,

How long will it last?

Is it within the grasp of man

To determine its Lifting or

Continuance….?

Love in the time of Corona

Dear my Rose,

I’m locked down in my one roomed cabin,

If I step my foot outside,

Police will arrest me,

Level four of sentence will be tagged on me,

Soldiers will wolfed me,

I’m stuck, but my love for you is not stuck,

It is growing well and strong under the green house.

Dear my adorable Rose,

To walk with you, I do love,

What I hate is the social distance between us,

I love to see you safe and sound,

What gives me some goosebumps is the inability to hug you,

To caress and kiss you

To observe precautionary measures is good,

It is our intimacy that has been darkened.

Hello from the other side,

I used to gaze at the beauty of your lips,

They do arouse me,

Every time I looked at them, and all the time I kissed them,

I used to like your red lipstick

Now covered by that mask,

I cannot see, guess or predict,

How they look, are they still sexy and sweet?

Dear my beautiful Rose,

Remember me when Corona is gone,

Remember the language of touch you used to enjoy,

And, the trust you used to have,

Remember not my flaws and shortcomings,

Remember my good deeds, my caring and my kindness,

Together with the promises of forever.

Hello my dear Rose,

To you I earnestly promise,

When locked down is over my love,

And, the blue moments are long gone,

When social distance is no longer there,

And, people are all over the world,

You are the one I love.

By Nesbert Takaedza ZengLif

I have this pleasure to address life’s course like a poem amplified from the heart.

Title : (2020)20plenty ” the year of harvest”

What happened to the ever polished muzzle

Of the Iranian troops ?

A piece is missing in this puzzle

Even terrorist regiments are now religious groups.

What ever it is, is stronger than aconitum or rash gunpowder .

Its not prophetic .

Yes its Corona , at the instance of hearing the name you are impressed to think of a crown .

And like inspired coincidence , this horror has claimed rulership.

Great Scientists have lost popularity

As the pandemic rose to a fearsome crescendo

Culling multitudes in this global community

Point blank not hidden innuendo

Is this what we meant when we said 2020 is a year of harvest? For with pierced hearts we are reaping the bumper harvest of sorrow and grief.

A default crop rotation of horror and terror has been employed in our fields .

Undoubtedly leaving some , intercropping seeds of doubt , uncertainty and fear .

The status quo suggests the conditions for germination are optimum .

Not only are we harvesting large but amongst us many have been harvested by the Grim reaper .

Plenty indeed have been taken to manure the earth.

How long will the harvest be ? How much is plenty ? EVEN THE WISEST ARE PERPLEXED.

By OCTAgon

#26

MENNASEH PATRICK CHISVO

Poem Title: 🙆🏿‍

Poet: Black Mampara

🙆🏿‍…Why?

Is it because of the foods we eat today?

🙆🏿‍…Is globalization the cause of our sorrows?

🙆🏿‍….Are you a baby of those imperialists out there?

🙆🏿‍…Who sent you?

👉🏿Oho!!! First it was the sleeping sickness,

HIV,

EBOLA,

A barrage of cyclones,

Then Covid 19.

You choked and asyphxiated thousands in Europe and Asia,

Today you are in Africa,

‘Biko!’

‘Ndapota!’

Please!

STOP IT!

I have deployed my tried and trusted lieutenants:

*Lockdown

*Social distancing,

*High-level of personal hygiene,

*Proper Handwashing with alcohol based sanitizers for 20 seconds,

*Cook food thoroughly,

*Desisting from perambulating unnecessarily and

*Reporting all suspected COVID 19 cases on the provided toll free number:

Tel: 2019

Together we will prevail!

©BLACK MAMPARA 2020

Title : “Another Corona perspective”

Shhh listen good! Its trending

A translated tale of former glory ,

Telling of great desolation pending

Men’s prospects for the future , all gory.

Like Oliver i assume a Twist to this story share .

This pandemic’s destructive and constructive touch is rare.

Yet its formula be unfair.

It is astounding in potence ,

Exposing humanity’s impotence

And forcing us to reconsider life’s real importance.

Homes once fast focused into jungles

Now locked together to unlock life’s puzzles

Salute ! It has spoken family life into existence

In scant days with no resistance.

Each man prays to his own God

Undoubtedly the same request

Just maybe we may strike gold ,

and above our common enemy assume conquest .

Who would have ever imagined such easy harmonious global unity ? *Proudly Sponsored by : yours sincerely “Corona’s acrimonious perpetuity “*

It is because of our scars , we only notice the faults in our stars .

By OCTAgon

#26

MENNASEH PATRICK CHISVO

ECHOES OF SILENCE

Our lives have wounds without cause

They are like candles

Made to burn from both ends

Intense heat bounces off

Scotching aimlessly around the candle life

The intensity of engulfing flames,

Melts the otherwise hopeful lives

So intense!

Its unbearable temperatures scalds

The skins of our now hopeless souls,

With its invisible blast furnace

Red-hot from the inner core,

Consumed beyond recognition

Epochs of injured lives

As speckle of excessive salt supplements,

The profusely bleeding wounds

Why our lives,

Repetitively evolve around

Undetectable venomous viper’s tongue?

Why our lives are at the last bite like a serpent

And stings like a viper?

Sucking the world at glands and veins

Determined to incapacitate the biosphere

As echoes of silence lurks wailers

By Dumisani Ndlovu

High Voltage Poet

06-04-20

03:45am

IT’S NO TIME TO POINT FINGERS!

Life on earth has been painted worthless

Undeniably, life is now just but meaningless

Only the brood of viper have every reason to smile

Happiness turned hopeless

Highest degree of loss stole the limelight

As perpetual grief grips nations

Yes death has become the fashion of another kind

As strange bloodbath hit the world over

With the newly commissioned ruthless Coronavirus

As commander in chief

Unit of purpose the only way out

No reason to allow COVID 19 continue its monopoly

Unit of purpose the only way

To go

No amount of racial discrimination

Tribalism and regionalism will curb the scourge

No amount of politicking

Will paralyze Coronavirus

No religion, race or ethnic group

Fashioned CONVID 19

It’s no time to point fingers

With sanction or no sanctions

The scourge is fast sinking its jaws in our neighbourhood

See now it’s gnashing its teeth

And rearing its ugly heads

In unprepared weakest nations!

LET’S SPEAK WITH ONE VOICE

Where there is peace,

Coronavirus expect tears

Where there is celebration

COVID 19 expect bloodshed

Where there is development

It stirs gross underdevelopment

Day and night relatives are parting

What goes around comes around

Is it the mighty influenza?

Striking again?

I wonder.

Yes the great influenza of 1918

And the incumbent HIV AIDS and Cancer

Seems better than after

Coronavirus is ruling

Fellow countrymen

Why allow the scourge

Willy-nilly sink its jaws on our lives?

Why allow COVID 19

Burying its head in the sand like ostriches?

It’s no time to point fingers

Let’s put out hands-on deck

And speak with one voice

CONVID 19 is real

It knows no boundary

Unlike AIDS, Cancer and Ibola

CONVID is spreading across the borders like bush fire

At odds, I forecast uncultured vain attempt to stop it

By High Voltage Poet

06-04-20

05:50 am

THE DEVIL’S DARLING

No movement

No gathering

No worship

No celebrations

No socialization

No politicking

No joy

Concerns, worries

Panic and strife

Pandemonium, chaos and mayhem,

Is what I am made of

I am devil’ darling

Iam a messenger

Sent for a purpose

Through social media you serve my purpose

You first called me coronavirus

Now you call me CONVID 19

Tomorrow you will call me something else,

Crafting names

Is not my remedy

By the blink of an eye

I have showed you my colours

I engulf thousands a day

Unlike blood sucking insects

Day and night I ooze and feast on blood

I am the devil’s angel on assignment to kill

I

Grim necessity still

It has been said enough

They are not blind

They know the dangers

Death tales from China

More from the Italians

Dead bodies everywhere

Driven by grim necessity

That great mind said it

Driven not by ignorance

Driven by the need for survival

Not just flouting lock down

Driven by gnawing hunger

By the grinding poverty

Driven by the house of hunger

Into the hands of brutality

Acrid cordite now inhaling

Casting aside fear of corona

Between a rockand a hard place

Those far removed from reality

Seeing nothing but obduracy

Wielding salted whips now

Those unthinking hounds

Blindly following the orders

Thrashing the poor like corn

Pleasing those with full pantries

The point of no return looming

WHY FAKE NEWS?

By Dumisani Ndlovu (High Voltage Poet)

As the pandemic advances

More states yell

Fashioned to panic

As the heatless presses panic-inducing

Coronavirus fake news button

Leaving my world stunned by counterfeit

Social media news,

Is it a force engendered to destroy the world?

Is it a chemical weapon?

Or a spiritual warfare?

Sporadic questions erupt than answers

As most are still in the dark

By way of common panics

As Coronavirus take centre stage

Yes COVID 19, is much more complicated,

Than generally understood.

What’s this fake news about?

What’s the purpose of fake Coronavirus News?

Who is benefiting from these fake news and how?

What’s the essence of peddling fantastic lies,

Designed to spreading through all private fora like bush fire

Beware ladies and gentlemen,

Beware of fake COVID 19 news

As info-wars rear ugly head

Fabricated coronavirus news has moved a gear up,

Straining collective energies to curtail the vicious Coronavirus

Why these poker chip agents walk scot-free?

Waging propaganda wars against,

The world COVID 19 defiant efforts

When we make accurate press statements

They equally get busy,

In their dark corridors,

Crafting well edited counter toxic news

Propagate counterfeit coronavirus information, their core business?

What makes the nations reluctant?

In inaugurating international Coronavirus court of justice,

And Covid 19 prisons?

Where these insensitive mortal

Are held incommunicado,

And rot in solitary confinement

Why fellow nations why?

Why let all these propaganda peddlers

Attempting to scuttle world efforts,

Appeasing the morale of the enemy

In this time of war, why?

Why make nation-states victims of info-wars

With its concocted defective information

Fellow beings,

Forewarned is forearmed

Not all are consumable news

Consume bad Samaritan news at your own risk.

Hey you, angels of darkness

Stop it!

Stop faking coronavirus news

Give way to reliable, trustworthy and factual news

Why fake COVID 19 news why?

A Time to hide

It’s now a pandemic my friend
We were all relaxed offshore and sun bathing
Suddenly, darkness shot through the sun
Now the deadly night spreads before you and me
Nobody knows who is holding the sun,
But that’s not a necessary question to ponder now
The Lion is invisibly roaring in everyone’s way
Move out of the way and hide!
Don’t be deceived
Although the weather appears calm
For the moment beware of visitors
This is not the virus that let bitches thrive on visitors
Chased will be the ‘braveries’
And consequently, the ditches will become graves
Corona is the Lion
Hide my friend hide!
Stay back, stay safe, stay alive
Let the equipped hunters do their job
Don’t complicate the already complicated trail
Just hide my friend
The night might be long but definitely,
The sun will rise and shine bright again!!!

#Corona Diaries

Emmanuel Hove Mhike©March 2020

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