tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244668983958337942024-03-13T19:33:18.152+02:00Rhythmic Rhymes PoetryRhythmic Rhymes is a blog created by Zimbabwe's contemporary poets with a motive to share some poetry on lifetime realities,to encourage other poets from across the globe to join us enjoy the art we've found and cherished and help us to build holistic poetic subjects for all mankindTatenda Williamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09251623059328471689noreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-624466898395833794.post-57989768811764434302014-09-05T11:41:00.002+02:002014-09-05T11:41:57.317+02:00#Bring_Back_Our_Girls. "Boko Haramed" By Tatenda W Mhlanga<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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They disappeared with rosaries.<br />
Now clad in hijabs, they recite the Koran.<br />
On the news, daily, we can only watch,<br />
With tears streaming down our faces<br />
Facing the prospect of shattered dreams and ageing hopes.<br />
We join hands now with a single voice.<br />
"Bring back our girls".<br />
From the jammed streets of Lagos,<br />
To the capital Abuja, to Kano, to Aba and Kaduna.<br />
Holding placards, hashtagged tweets,<br />
And now from tenth Downing Street and the White House,<br />
#Bring back our girls<br />
We want our Flora and Fauna back,<br />
Never mind if they have been deflowered yet<br />
We all want them back alive.<br />
Their mothers firmly hold their craving wombs<br />
Their fathers plant their hands on their heads<br />
It was never a rush of blood to the head,<br />
It was an Italian Job.
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hey have been Boko Haramed.<br />
Our hopes lie with Mr Government man<br />
Good luck with that
Chinekewooooooo! #Bring back our girls</div>
Tatenda Williamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09251623059328471689noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-624466898395833794.post-85174275343551568892012-02-15T10:41:00.003+02:002012-02-15T11:07:52.856+02:00An empty kitchen by Witness Hamudi<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjv-xcEyDTXVBcyHOLZNjomJxWQ5wcju1WJG1F_cs4m3vzYEvD13qnxQYP0Rl8WINdaEFyLJrxYAD4T_bsJPvIJ78pexccSRoTqA6HmGK_xiI5AHX_Z2SWsBvfVrP130_ytW4i4nI9EnA/s1600/index.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjv-xcEyDTXVBcyHOLZNjomJxWQ5wcju1WJG1F_cs4m3vzYEvD13qnxQYP0Rl8WINdaEFyLJrxYAD4T_bsJPvIJ78pexccSRoTqA6HmGK_xiI5AHX_Z2SWsBvfVrP130_ytW4i4nI9EnA/s320/index.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709283858130473234" /></a><br />No cockroaches on the floor<br /><br />Or rats sneaking through the door<br /><br />Only the buzz of an empty fridge<br /><br />Stocked with bottled water about to freeze.<br /><br />No aroma from previously fried chips<br /><br />Only a drink too stench to sip.<br /><br />The switch off cooker,<br /><br />Listens to the sounds from some room, of a droning hover.<br /><br />Taps run dry, belching stone dry air<br /><br />And fires put up warming signs, “Don’t dare go in there!”<br /><br />Some, sun fried on the window sill and mummified<br /><br />A bread- bin shielding a crumb of cake long dried<br /><br />That once broke the tooth of one roach.<br /><br />And I had to bribe them all with goch goch.<br /><br />It’s only this empty kitchen left<br /><br />To be swept<br /><br />Before the odds and ends are taken out home<br /><br />Whilst rats, cockroaches and flies are already waiting to storm it.withamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16244555554726087889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-624466898395833794.post-18784851961520724452012-01-26T13:16:00.002+02:002012-01-26T13:23:15.616+02:00Tomorrow by Witness Hamudi<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9r28KDghDyhqg9n748SOb_Etq9zMWz-s4MhSHviZra-29fj6skqnxJSQ9gNQBbjkVXvDiRrx7owE2rpVaYXKFpyUF7hvRhMmAYkFTaTn7PrmWjpsAcyI7DiQzztfROld7BLuhn4G44co/s1600/gaze.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 201px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9r28KDghDyhqg9n748SOb_Etq9zMWz-s4MhSHviZra-29fj6skqnxJSQ9gNQBbjkVXvDiRrx7owE2rpVaYXKFpyUF7hvRhMmAYkFTaTn7PrmWjpsAcyI7DiQzztfROld7BLuhn4G44co/s320/gaze.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701899681624236882" /></a><br />Tomorrow awaits with splendor<br /><br />In Her hands I will but rock,<br /><br />With the oboe and the spinet, there is much grandeur<br /><br />To be known and crowds to shake.<br /><br />With each passing day there is <br /><br />Something to write about: the breeze or the next door Miss,<br /><br />Whatever may be consumable to their delight.<br /><br />If well put, the feeling and the rhymes,<br /><br />Together with the bell’s chimes.<br /><br />Tomorrow may be another day<br /><br />Which would lively sound bestow and gay<br /><br />That is if I stick to the oboe and spinet <br /><br />Or the stages like Peter Tenet.withamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16244555554726087889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-624466898395833794.post-34119948213188485932011-11-21T12:58:00.004+02:002011-11-21T13:30:07.966+02:00Home sweet home by Witness Hamudi<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzLhyVetl4J2fKygD30K-ldaXV2JFVbDNJNQ3gU-F9Jcs-jxIDwBIUHYM8rnUFbnJu8fQ0nCEYQxOe90RPO9qNOOt3x_b-gHo7227OvVR0CppFLe-rz48L8DMK12nVfB4ZdNpeO1QbMJM/s1600/migrant+workers.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 174px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzLhyVetl4J2fKygD30K-ldaXV2JFVbDNJNQ3gU-F9Jcs-jxIDwBIUHYM8rnUFbnJu8fQ0nCEYQxOe90RPO9qNOOt3x_b-gHo7227OvVR0CppFLe-rz48L8DMK12nVfB4ZdNpeO1QbMJM/s320/migrant+workers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677409270065065458" /></a><br />We go out although far<br /><br />Away from ma and pa<br /><br />Away from the land that’s ours<br /><br />For long journeying hours<br /><br />We forget not the sweet<br /><br />Of home, especially when people spit<br /><br />Into our faces with hate and disgust<br /><br />And at times being returned for mistrust.<br /><br />They always trying to hammer out of us<br /><br />Models, in alleys and in subway we pass.<br /><br />Comparing them with us in the glass<br /><br />There is one lucid difference only.<br /><br />They comfortably sitting at home and we are lonely.<br /><br />We bent our backs and toil,<br /><br />Happy to lead our lives in turmoil.<br /><br />We aren’t happy at all<br /><br />But we can not let our economy fall<br /><br />Tumble and break-<br /><br />Some day it will be you<br /><br />Enjoying the experience you will be going through<br /><br />I bet I don’t hate<br /><br />But pray: make a better world for you and for mewithamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16244555554726087889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-624466898395833794.post-52029286663125379392011-09-27T09:09:00.002+02:002011-09-27T11:47:14.053+02:00Night Birds by Tatenda William MhlangaNight draws closer with end day<br />
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Where they take over in hunt of prey<br />
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Night birds-exhausted they fly not<br />
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Parroting, they cry not<br />
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Smile a lot, squeaking,<br />
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Chattering, glittering<br />
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When the lights are more than dim-dark<br />
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When we the dogs that bark<br />
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Behind bars, try our luck<br />
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Not with our catapults loose<br />
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Misled is our target we miss,<br />
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In agony, them gliding, we can’t resist<br />
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Starring, like queens, but we as kings<br />
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Of unmeasured wit, defiant<br />
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Amused not of their deviance<br />
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To wander while others pray, misled<br />
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Skinny, blindfolded and lost<br />
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For hunger not to satisfy<br />
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Rotten flesh, disabled to gratify<br />
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Integrity-sweltering, for night birds of prey?<br />
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We long for fleshy birds of day.Tatenda Williamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09251623059328471689noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-624466898395833794.post-64857975282563113382011-09-06T13:10:00.004+02:002011-09-26T19:56:31.114+02:00FRIEND OR FOE by Witness Hamudi<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-3zQb501PZJGdgPzSMzBqFzEcsbBj4D0KjhDhmWDkcQ63xle0V4LgoMS0DJpej7UIpfedK0T31OfrI01mLAf0Da2ba96s_FVfQ1cvJaw0_zLFJWB0WeL8HDqjLTbI8OK6t67Trxl_p-o/s1600/KATSI+NEMBWA.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-3zQb501PZJGdgPzSMzBqFzEcsbBj4D0KjhDhmWDkcQ63xle0V4LgoMS0DJpej7UIpfedK0T31OfrI01mLAf0Da2ba96s_FVfQ1cvJaw0_zLFJWB0WeL8HDqjLTbI8OK6t67Trxl_p-o/s320/KATSI+NEMBWA.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649214948464761826" /></a><br />Ignore the turning of a friend to a foe,<br /><br />When you’re being proven a fool,<br /><br />Their laughter when you fall off a stool,<br /><br />Their frowning when you soundly chew <br /><br />Or the loneliness you go through,<br /><br />When you enroll in a new school<br /><br />But ignore not when a foe turns a friend;<br /><br /> It may be true or utter pretense.<br /><br />Ignore not the repentance<br /><br />It may be to bind or slacken your acquaintance.<br /><br />All other things you may ignore,<br /><br />But not when you make a friend out of a foe.withamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16244555554726087889noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-624466898395833794.post-52765889225924214982011-07-25T13:22:00.002+02:002011-07-25T13:35:07.013+02:00lets just talk<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNXu-UzAFBNJ6cfxmZgKm8qODaFTPi4W6FnLWD-DMHAtdnjID6dLyQSqYeRCqaA9_AWfxvXFYxl7-6Gp4OUkkmLmMhDAZO0fI8HS2U9x-cQn35X9mBA8hVWD3j1slot74Le43UejroAUQs/s1600/depressed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="174" width="290" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNXu-UzAFBNJ6cfxmZgKm8qODaFTPi4W6FnLWD-DMHAtdnjID6dLyQSqYeRCqaA9_AWfxvXFYxl7-6Gp4OUkkmLmMhDAZO0fI8HS2U9x-cQn35X9mBA8hVWD3j1slot74Le43UejroAUQs/s320/depressed.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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You should talk I think,<br />
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If you don’t you stink,<br />
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No communication no link<br />
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From the colourless wine bottle you shall not drink,<br />
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In the wilderness of self torment, you shall shrink<br />
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Its better to speak out, don’t give me a wink.<br />
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Speak out your mind,<br />
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Then receive answers of many kinds.<br />
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No doubt, relationships you shall find,<br />
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Quietness is the worst sanctuary to hide,<br />
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Inside yourself nothing to confide.<br />
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Come out. Utter something and push this coyness aside,<br />
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And in the peace of mind you will abide.<br />
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It’s not safe to die in torment,<br />
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Your predicament becomes everyone’s consent<br />
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In dialogue, there is less disaffection to ferment,<br />
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There are always mistakes to correct,<br />
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Even problems to confront,<br />
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And a relationship to cement.<br />
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By Tatenda MhlangaTatenda Williamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09251623059328471689noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-624466898395833794.post-88604805448932210242011-07-04T12:44:00.002+02:002011-09-26T19:58:15.314+02:00DEATHDAY by Witness HamudiDEATHDAY<br /><br />A grave there is somewhere out there<br /><br />Where the cold eyes of mine stare<br /><br />Whose sorrow night and day I share.<br /><br />I used to with at least half my heart care<br /><br /> For the motionless one who lies in there,<br /><br />The cold of winter wrapping around him<br /><br />And the memory with time getting dim<br /><br />But as always I’m reminded as well as being haunted<br /><br />By my love’s Deathday<br /><br />That has come to take away from the Birthday<br /><br />Then how can I not imagine<br /><br />The images that once pushed to the margin-<br /><br />Of my mind being rekindled, coming back.<br /><br />With love and fear I stand there and shake<br /><br />Oh that day again!<br /><br />That on mine heart leaves a stubborn stain<br /><br />Of pain: remembering the grave<br /><br />Down to which love I once gave.withamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16244555554726087889noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-624466898395833794.post-57531414422298583762011-05-09T11:33:00.004+02:002011-05-09T19:40:41.812+02:00Poor World of DreamingIts still, before the dark hours,<br />
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Still in the middle of a rest thats ours,<br />
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From an unknown vision, motion pictures emerge<br />
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Starring people found in life pages.<br />
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Some smiling,<br />
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Others, crying.<br />
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Among these are those without friends,<br />
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Those with them unleashing their own new trends,<br />
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Their feelings conveyed by laughter screams,<br />
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Those in agony, heard by horror shrills.<br />
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Surprisingly the audience never found its meaning,<br />
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Here lives are being crotched, in weaving,<br />
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Reflecting the happenings in our lives,<br />
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The recordings, the history of recent times.<br />
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As the night away fades<br />
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Only snores, no noise, no words.<br />
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Where it all ends,<br />
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When the cool morning breeze encroaches,<br />
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As the enlightened day approaches.<br />
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It’s no longer the poor world of dreaming,<br />
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It’s now the real world worth living.Tatenda Williamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09251623059328471689noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-624466898395833794.post-69001325397951003912011-05-03T16:54:00.000+02:002011-05-03T16:54:17.276+02:00Dinner With The Devil (2)Indeed I dined with him<br />
When the lights were more than dim<br />
The Devil-<br />
The reign of evil<br />
Back in the day<br />
Where a visit was forced to pay<br />
To sit across him in the dark<br />
Where his grinning face with luck <br />
Nearly took my bile up<br />
Considering we were at the Last Supper<br />
Badly prepared salad, burnt rice,<br />
Kapenta and unroasted meat invited flies<br />
Which the master minder slaughtered and ate<br />
Together with his disciples who spat<br />
Everywhere around the old broken dinner table.<br />
We drank thick blood in addition <br />
Which I recorded was their addiction.<br />
Rotten apples became the dessert<br />
As well as unripe paw-paws<br />
I couldn’t take it any more at last<br />
Never to excuse myself, I ran away fast.Tatenda Williamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09251623059328471689noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-624466898395833794.post-39453303474139595052011-05-01T09:58:00.003+02:002011-05-01T10:07:49.369+02:00uglyflies do fly bys<br /><br />ova dead bodies<br /><br />"why!" cries<br /><br />rise to empty skies<br /><br />we know you dont care<br /><br />suits cant disguise<br /><br />the body language as you stand there<br /><br />giving speechfuls of lies<br /><br />stories of government flaws reach for the skies<br /><br />shouted out by future matyrs<br /><br />"tomorrow is uncertain",<br /><br />the future stutterslost-in-spacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08402546503616172018noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-624466898395833794.post-57490957942263789582011-04-30T12:31:00.003+02:002011-09-26T19:58:53.825+02:00Sisters And The BlueLight Bulbs by Witness HamudiBlue light bulbs glow not by day<br /><br />When sisters kill the day for rest,<br /><br />-day to get dressed.<br /><br />To stare into a half broken mirror<br /><br />That once before eviction belonged to Stella<br /><br />Blue light bulbs rest by day.<br /><br /> <br /><br />Blue light bulbs are blind<br /><br />They do not see their sisters’ unswept abode<br /><br />Sisters slaughter smell with 'deos' cheaply bought<br /><br />From down town illegal dealer<br /><br />With hardy earned dollar bills.<br /><br />Blue light bulbs sense of smell is blunt.<br /><br /> <br /><br />Blue light bulbs do not see<br /><br />Neither the pants stashed into drawers<br /><br />Stained with used oil in the showers,<br /><br />Nor creased dresses spilling from an almost ripped up basket<br /><br />To evade the dusty floor<br /><br />Just before the clock strikes an evening three.<br /><br /> <br /><br />Blue light bulbs neither hear nor see<br /><br />But I’m sure they can shade some dim light<br /><br />On men’s pants lying tight<br /><br />Each night in their blue bright<br /><br />Cause blue light bulbs and sisters are one<br /><br />They rest by day and work by night.withamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16244555554726087889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-624466898395833794.post-53338267478798892472011-04-26T16:13:00.002+02:002011-04-26T17:23:32.252+02:00WordsWords are like birds<br />
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They fly away when you try<br />
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To scribble a riddle<br />
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Or describe a nettle.<br />
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Words are like an eel,<br />
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They are slippery still,<br />
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If well put they may heal,<br />
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The soul of a beloved ill.<br />
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Take words for a thief<br />
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That has taken the wife of a thief<br />
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And may get caught if,<br />
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He has come to a dead end, the cliff.<br />
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Words sometimes bite<br />
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With their ironical might.<br />
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They may provoke a fight<br />
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Or keep one awake all night.<a href="http://minivercheevy.blogspot.com/words"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHiiqHO5k73NqNILT8Zec4eLmgdE6WYsVk0v1TVSd888Evo2XfF1EGKKR5os-KgGGN8vwD_UZJOx2ntgtMgFVVLB0ZQZI5VZ0uUEotC5yJT-SJZh_vIlD-ESV87tYcTWBbcCJmq4PT3KH9/s1600/miniver" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="256" width="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHiiqHO5k73NqNILT8Zec4eLmgdE6WYsVk0v1TVSd888Evo2XfF1EGKKR5os-KgGGN8vwD_UZJOx2ntgtMgFVVLB0ZQZI5VZ0uUEotC5yJT-SJZh_vIlD-ESV87tYcTWBbcCJmq4PT3KH9/s320/miniver" /></a></div>withamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16244555554726087889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-624466898395833794.post-43897291050657922682011-04-25T16:44:00.005+02:002011-04-25T19:23:19.734+02:00unsuppressable thoughts(Grandma's Questions)Did he plan it<br />
Did he do it on purpose<br />
Put a Dark Spot on a Blue Planet<br />
And let the World treat its people like they are 'worthless'<br />
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what was he thinking<br />
was he thinking<br />
Because, me thinking<br />
But me stop thinking<br />
Because what me thinks...<br />
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myt send me to a hot place<br />
After someone rings the death knell<br />
That place rhymes so well<br />
with 'well'<br />
which contains the liquid I'll so very much yearn for<br />
in the domain of the Angel that Fell<br />
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But since i'm going there anyway<br />
for all I've been doing<br />
Answer, <em>may!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</em><br />
please end my pursuing<br />
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He didn't plan it<br />
He didn't do it on purpose<br />
He didn't put a Dark Spot on a Blue Planet<br />
and make us worthlesslost-in-spacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08402546503616172018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-624466898395833794.post-41642058134741424492011-04-25T12:31:00.005+02:002011-09-26T19:59:25.281+02:00TRANSCRIPTS OF MY TRANSGRESSION by Witness Hamudi<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0aAP3r0IVacr_fmNRnjs2E4KPSW7F1pdwFGp9pzsPVcdyrt4KFYcox-ndxu4iCf-lhIM3q7tY7Ewd2h551uL6D3UILZ6jmYNLsbknocRM6p-5EKxQ_IUvbeLtPi1f8FOlwNHewv4f_Ns/s1600/transcript.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599467955950623090" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0aAP3r0IVacr_fmNRnjs2E4KPSW7F1pdwFGp9pzsPVcdyrt4KFYcox-ndxu4iCf-lhIM3q7tY7Ewd2h551uL6D3UILZ6jmYNLsbknocRM6p-5EKxQ_IUvbeLtPi1f8FOlwNHewv4f_Ns/s320/transcript.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 311px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 250px;" /></a> <br /><title></title> <style type="text/css"><br /> <!-- @page { margin: 2cm } P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } --> <br /></style> <br /><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="en-US" style="font-size: large;">Compelled to re-do transcripts of my transgression </span> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="en-US" style="font-size: large;">I found flipping through pages ,having forgotten</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="en-US" style="font-size: large;">Of tattered pages and plucked-out phases:</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="en-US" style="font-size: large;">Moments from memory to efface-</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="en-US" style="font-size: large;">In-vain .Haunting ,stubborn ,the visions rebound</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="en-US" style="font-size: large;">Viciously ,intimidatingly screaming loud</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="en-US" style="font-size: large;">To remind of a crooked past:</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="en-US" style="font-size: large;">The horrors that survived the burning pages and stuck in mind to last.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="en-US" style="font-size: large;">The horrors that escaped the inferno-</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="en-US" style="font-size: large;">Dived into the liquid of my brain to cool-off</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="en-US" style="font-size: large;">That steams it ,and,</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="en-US" style="font-size: large;">Keeps me tossing and turning in bed.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="en-US" style="font-size: large;">Hoping these visions with time might blur </span> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="en-US" style="font-size: large;">I remain scandalously recalcitrant and devoid of blame.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span lang="en-US"> </span></div></div>withamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16244555554726087889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-624466898395833794.post-78983188132846496092011-04-22T11:57:00.006+02:002011-09-26T20:00:22.137+02:00Frankling David by Witness Hamudi<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: large;">Fr</span><span style="font-size: large;">anklin David was my favorite</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: large;">All bartenders knew I was right.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: large;">So simple was he though fearsome when sober</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: large;">For he’ld interrogate you over and over.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: large;">He being in the habit of squeezing himself in a distant corner</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: large;"> He seemed disconcerted in the manner of a loner.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: large;">But of all the people I knew, ha wasn’t that sort</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: large;">He only needed one single hot tot</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: large;">Afterwards he would talk,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: large;">Tease and joke,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: large;">Until he ordered for another round </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: large;">And tell me to spare my pound. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"> </span></div></div>withamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16244555554726087889noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-624466898395833794.post-86172999808315990502011-04-20T11:26:00.005+02:002011-09-26T20:02:24.261+02:00Exam Room by Witness Hamudi<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyyi53W4iT-mO-0pBYFsVK4KVxgkugVoiC7UJ6B7hvIB9VTiku79uo2sRN9Tvp-OiCmpeluxLBhMfr4EMgvX848WvLF6Rb3_4m1w63uZznHofWULNYvEwh_DKo9EgnYDcn66ePOu1NooU/s1600/exam_room.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyyi53W4iT-mO-0pBYFsVK4KVxgkugVoiC7UJ6B7hvIB9VTiku79uo2sRN9Tvp-OiCmpeluxLBhMfr4EMgvX848WvLF6Rb3_4m1w63uZznHofWULNYvEwh_DKo9EgnYDcn66ePOu1NooU/s320/exam_room.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597596247436611474" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style=""><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:'serif';font-size:100%;">Breathe and think</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:'serif';font-size:100%;">Don’t mind the clock’s tick</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:'serif';font-size:100%;">Think of picking up tick by tick</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:'serif';font-size:100%;">Never do look at Dick</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:'serif';font-size:100%;">Fumbling-chewing away his pencils stick</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:'serif';font-size:100%;">Composure is the tick</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:'serif';font-size:100%;">To grab, in an exam, at each tick.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:'serif';font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:'serif';font-size:100%;">Say your short prayer</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:'serif';font-size:100%;">Not loud, not silent, but fair</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:'serif';font-size:100%;">Then take your pen and prepare</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:'serif';font-size:100%;">Jotting all you have with care</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:'serif';font-size:100%;">Not to doodle doodle away the day.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:'serif';font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:'serif';font-size:100%;">With the first hours chime</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:'serif';font-size:100%;">Panic not, cheat not, its a crime</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:'serif';font-size:100%;">Stare at the time</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:'serif';font-size:100%;">And with each second write in rhyme</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:'serif';font-size:100%;">After all is done</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:'serif';font-size:100%;">Breathe and think</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:'serif';font-size:100%;">That all you have won.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:'serif';font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 2in; text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:'serif';"><span style=";font-size:100%;" > </span><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:'serif';"><span style=""> </span></span></p></span></span>withamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16244555554726087889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-624466898395833794.post-77982117767945343292011-04-15T18:18:00.001+02:002011-04-22T16:42:02.277+02:00Broken Pot<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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<h1 style="margin: 24pt 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=624466898395833794&postID=7798211776794534329" name="_Toc258189190" rel="nofollow"><span style="font-family: 'serif'; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #365f91;">THE INNOCENCE OF THE METAL BIRD</span></span></a><span style="font-family: 'serif'; line-height: 115%;"></span></span></h1><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: 'serif';">I heard a monotonous din in the air</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: 'serif';">Where my gleaming eyes starred</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: 'serif';">In its direction, in motion.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: 'serif';">I never took heed of any precaution</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: 'serif';">What do you expect, I enjoyed the experience </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: 'serif';">Of a life time. But…</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: 'serif';">By the moment, the din fade away</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: 'serif';">I felt my head loosened up.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: 'serif';">Whaaa-at... my po...oo</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: 'serif';">Into the parallel streams I dived</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: 'serif';">Screaming as it were…my po…oo</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: 'serif';">Uncle Jacob found me drowning,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: 'serif';">Rescued me and brought me where?</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: 'serif';">Home-mama...aa!</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: 'serif';">Who to my surprise appeared unmoved?</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: 'serif';">She only raised her concerns,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: 'serif';">Remember, it was her only pot,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: 'serif';">She became weak-her only pot</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: 'serif';">Done to pieces by the poor girl,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: 'serif';">An ignorant teenager, old enough…</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: 'serif';">Only succumbing to the poverty snare</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: 'serif';">Where the new world remained a nightmare.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: 'serif';">The metal bird varnished with our pot</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: 'serif';">I suspected…hesitantly. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: 'serif';"> </span></span></div></div>Tatenda Williamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09251623059328471689noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-624466898395833794.post-65840128561931283742011-04-15T16:08:00.005+02:002011-04-23T09:49:49.928+02:00Sweet music of death knells<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-size: large;">the Devil looked on as his</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">minions mutilated and murdered millions</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">that had opposing opinions</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">He slept smiling while broken mothers wept</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">crying over what was left</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">screams serenaded him</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">in his violent dreams</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">fishermen and Fishers of Men pulled dead fish and body parts out of</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">silent streams</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">orators no longer spoke words with ease</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">everything shivered even birds in trees</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The Serpent slithered</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">taking in the picturesque scene</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">no longer green: Life's flower withered....</span></div>lost-in-spacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08402546503616172018noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-624466898395833794.post-20189287081301100892011-04-11T21:37:00.006+02:002011-09-26T20:03:08.063+02:00Sick Midnight Thought by Witness Hamudi<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><i></i><br /><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:WordDocument> <w:View>Normal</w:View> <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:PunctuationKerning/> <w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/> <w:SaveIfXMLInvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:IgnoreMixedContent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:Compatibility> <w:BreakWrappedTables/> <w:SnapToGridInCell/> <w:WrapTextWithPunct/> <w:UseAsianBreakRules/> <w:DontGrowAutofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:BrowserLevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" LatentStyleCount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;}</style> <![endif]--> <br /><div style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: large;">If she were here and home being far</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><div style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: large;">From her sweet i would sorrow though</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><div style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: large;">But, her embrace being charm and lock</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><div style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: large;">I’m bound and won’t stray any far.</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><div style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: large;">If imprinting was for gulls and bears</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><div style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: large;">I’m one that found suckling on her breast</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><div style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: large;">A child you can wean with chilli on the chest</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><div style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: large;">But not a man; I’ll forever cling onto hers.</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><div style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sweet dreams are for eternity</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><div style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: large;">Blurred visions of her nudity, only future knows.</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><div style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: large;">If its only dreams, we can make it with care</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><div style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-size: large;">From valleys green to hill-tops bare.</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><br /></div></div>withamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16244555554726087889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-624466898395833794.post-70178122053816414242011-04-09T11:28:00.003+02:002011-04-22T16:02:39.927+02:00REPROACH<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdCPmNZmjgaymy37ds85R32qsb1vQpySq9nKhftcIO5xc02EgUTf_fYYdWVXPnFQHsOlhPSSLddR5NPCh_uOA0V5dY5m8o6ch0W7B2lxBUTFunKbu1DbVOjWquOoWEPYnvmRGL_woQGKvj/s1600/depressed-girl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdCPmNZmjgaymy37ds85R32qsb1vQpySq9nKhftcIO5xc02EgUTf_fYYdWVXPnFQHsOlhPSSLddR5NPCh_uOA0V5dY5m8o6ch0W7B2lxBUTFunKbu1DbVOjWquOoWEPYnvmRGL_woQGKvj/s1600/depressed-girl.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuJ_LiiKXMLD8RmyYdPeMhm4LGfKFnUpdGgsAvljZXvSbiHD7od3V6hXc0loTraYDZnGivnx4hU1EAp383wo3EcWBaH349V1LEIQvjrMB1-QB4ONCWMPtL4Bim-8z6PWLRmFimeAQPGJiW/s1600/girl-depressed-wallpapers_9440_1600x1200.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I cannot bear this,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I will not bear this.</span><br />
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</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I am troubled.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">So dismantled,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">What will I tell him?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">How can I reveal it?</span><br />
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</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I’ve been robbed,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Heavily corroded.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I’m no longer myself,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Not exactly as I felt.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">My brother is angry.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">He cannot stand it.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">My life is on standby, paused,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Not ready to be presumed.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">My sanctuary is rotten,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Suffering pain from being rode on.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I don’t feel the same,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">As I will not, never again play this game.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Who will like my appearance?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Or who will carry this disturbance.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">My life has been battered</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Like a hot knife through butter.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I’m still to decide,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">If I can perform suicide.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I’m finished</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I’m dismantled.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I can’t wait tom live any-more</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I can’t live my life any low. </span></div>Tatenda Williamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09251623059328471689noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-624466898395833794.post-34707464668502172282011-04-06T19:26:00.002+02:002011-04-22T15:58:06.033+02:00POOR LOVE<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: 'serif'; font-size: large;">When my ex husband had to call it a day,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: 'serif'; font-size: large;">I became instantly ill- I was dumbfounded,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: 'serif'; font-size: large;">With a blank mind, what could I say?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: 'serif'; font-size: large;">In the face of reality, my marriage was grounded,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: 'serif'; font-size: large;">A union that was forever, never meant to be,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: 'serif'; font-size: large;">Imagine, my being a wife of honour, with all my might, </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: 'serif'; font-size: large;">My patience, perseverance drawn out of me </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: 'serif'; font-size: large;">Only to watch my marriage out of sight.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: 'serif'; font-size: large;">I often dream about it in drab misery,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: 'serif'; font-size: large;">Thinking that you of all people could hurt my soul,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: 'serif'; font-size: large;">Insulting me, in front of all eyes, in the name of adultery.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">God- I watched him dismay as his poniards spread so,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.3in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: 'serif'; font-size: large;">Nevertheless, in future I have made up my mind,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.3in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: 'serif'; font-size: large;">In matters of love it’s the truth I have to find.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.3in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: 'serif'; font-size: large;"> </span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><i> </i></span><br />
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</div><h1 style="margin: 24pt 0in 0pt;"><a href="" name="_Toc258189197" rel="nofollow"><span style="font-family: 'serif'; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #365f91;">DINNER WITH THE DEVIL</span></span></a><span></span></h1><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'serif';">Covered in the veil of evil, </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: 'serif';">Cursed to dine with the devil, </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: 'serif';">Was Yours truly, who wore a sullen face,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: 'serif';">Starring in dismay with a relentless pace</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: 'serif';">Especially where the Devil himself sat.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: 'serif';">Across me our eyes inevitably met,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: 'serif';">His reddish teeth at me grinning,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: 'serif';">My body sweltering as my head was sent spinning</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: 'serif';">With fear, examining his laced gown of black,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: 'serif';">Jumbled up in tatters like a scarecrow, a bald head</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: 'serif';">A wrinkled ugly face and long nailed fingers.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: 'serif';">Apart from him was a dish of unappetizing food</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: 'serif';">Warm salad, burnt rice, raw meat with no soup</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: 'serif';">In addition to the smelly thick red wine-<span style="color: #c0504d;"></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span>That sent my head aside</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: 'serif';">I could not withstand it, instead I spat</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: 'serif';">At it but him smiling, continued to eat</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: 'serif';">Enjoying himself while I was not</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: 'serif';">He never cared I was not</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: 'serif';">Only his scornful grin as my bile rose above limits</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: 'serif';">I had to vomit in response</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: 'serif';">Wishing had I refused the invitation, my appearance</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: 'serif';">I would have eluded this excruciating experience</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: 'serif';">When I was cursed to dine with the devil</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: 'serif';">Veiled by <span style="color: black;">darkness</span> of evil.<span> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div></div>Tatenda Williamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09251623059328471689noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-624466898395833794.post-53115979806708573062011-03-14T17:08:00.003+02:002011-04-09T14:58:15.670+02:00DEMISE<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><h1 style="margin: 24pt 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: #365f91;"><span style="font-family: 'serif'; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;">THE WATERING CAN AND THE FLOWER</span></span></h1><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRJSas7x5IrjW4U1yAMgo8UkdLMAETXvBo_89GJwS2Rk0_hrWp051VxgeT_RfQ9uhsSdLdX7AshMFXRtIslq8PzBIzCUrAyslodpq5z_5Fmn5bwM7Gtx42Th_FxBlxzNWTlVYQCJBArIfr/s1600/withered%252Bflower.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRJSas7x5IrjW4U1yAMgo8UkdLMAETXvBo_89GJwS2Rk0_hrWp051VxgeT_RfQ9uhsSdLdX7AshMFXRtIslq8PzBIzCUrAyslodpq5z_5Fmn5bwM7Gtx42Th_FxBlxzNWTlVYQCJBArIfr/s1600/withered%252Bflower.jpg" /></a></div><h1 style="margin: 24pt 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: #365f91;"><span style="font-family: 'serif'; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span></span></h1><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'serif'; font-size: small;">Given the can led me to refuel the flowers,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'serif'; font-size: small;">Who in turn grew alternatively with the racing hours,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'serif'; font-size: small;">No time taken soon to bloom</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'serif'; font-size: small;">For the weeds, never sparring the garden spoon</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'serif'; font-size: small;">Becoming the routine chore.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'serif'; font-size: small;">Little did I know the rusty signs on show</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'serif'; font-size: small;">Culminated in a large spilling hole underneath</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'serif'; font-size: small;">Throwing all my input under siege.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'serif'; font-size: small;"> A bond had emerged; of this Can and the flora.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'serif'; font-size: small;">Unnoticed, supplies cut, the growth rate became slower.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'serif'; font-size: small;">And slowly withered away, lifeless,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'serif'; font-size: small;">Roasted by the merciless</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'serif'; font-size: small;">Sun, its red spikes poking the wretched one</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'serif'; font-size: small;">Until the life-span halted, it dried out, </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'serif'; font-size: small;">Startled, my eyes in akimbo only flickered hopelessly</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'serif'; font-size: small;">Like a candle, struggling against the whirlwind,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'serif'; font-size: small;">Though held strongly</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'serif'; font-size: small;">Nothing could stop it from being blown off-</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'serif'; font-size: small;">And then Darkness –</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'serif'; font-size: small;">This there upon remained with me </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'serif'; font-size: small;">Inevitably still with me.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'serif'; font-size: small;">When will it take its leave, I care not</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'serif'; font-size: small;">I forget not the destruction of so bright a life</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'serif'; font-size: small;">With loneliness and nostalgia, the reality strife</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'serif'; font-size: small;">Where memories, painted black surface each hour</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'serif'; font-size: small;">Patching through the destruction of the watering can </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'serif'; font-size: small;">And then the flower.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
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</div></div>Tatenda Williamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09251623059328471689noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-624466898395833794.post-89328753616390884922011-03-09T15:53:00.000+02:002011-03-09T15:53:56.553+02:00SUPER-SUBSTITUTE<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><b><i><span><h1 style="margin: 24pt 0in 0pt;"><a href="" name="_Toc258189174" rel="nofollow"><span style="font-family: 'serif'; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #365f91;">SUPER-SUBSTITUTE</span></span></a><span style="font-family: 'serif'; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"></span></h1></span></i></b><span><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'serif';">In front, our heads bow,</span></div></span><b><span> <div class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'serif';">In our minds, but how?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'serif';">Don’t worry, it’s the super-substitute,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'serif';">Replacing a great institute,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'serif';">Waylaying happiness,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'serif';">Installing sadness.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'serif';">We keep on calling,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'serif';">We can’t keep off falling,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'serif';">No doubt it’s over.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'serif';">Are we getting older?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'serif';">Think not this wind has come to a standstill,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'serif';">Only the coldness to feel,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'serif';">At the same time emotions to conceal</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'serif';">Thrust in a carcass to seal,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'serif';">A chance we missed,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'serif';">Forever may-be, the deceased.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'serif';"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'serif';"><span> </span><span> </span>Tatenda W Mhlanga <span> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'serif';"> </span></div></span></b><b><i><span> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: 'serif';"> </span></div></span></i></b></div>Tatenda Williamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09251623059328471689noreply@blogger.com0