World Poetry Day 2019

When I was a young kid I hated reading Shakespeare, well even now I still do. I like some of his works but I just somehow fail to appreciate his language. But I guess he’s from a different time and maybe that was the lingo of his time. But after attempting to read his work…

Curse

Curse the forces that hold the hands of time from turning back leaving us with so many things unsaid because who knows when the last time is the last time and now we just have these one sided goodbyes. A slow walk in the darkness without a guide or even the slightest whisper of comfort….

Chronicles Of A Cyclone

Warnings started coming in as far back as Sunday. I took note but I wasn’t scared. The last cyclone to hit Zimbabwe was 19 years ago. I thought to myself it just simply couldn’t happen. But I said a few prayers for Mozambique, Malawi and everyone who would be in the cyclone’s path. Some areas…

Running Out Of Time

I sometimes wonder if there’s a way you make yourself forget to think about certain things. We all have times of focused thoughts and then they’re times when things are just wandering into our minds. Unprovoked ideas running amok and cursing at our self esteem, integrity and other parts of ourselves we’re yet to figure…

Chronicles Of A Love For Sports And Women Not Being Good Enough

As far as I can remember, sports were always a part of my life. It started off with something as simple as running, then football, basketball, cricket and other things. I tried everything I could because I was just the kid who had that belief. I thought I could conquer everything except homework and dressing…

A Thousand Words: To Describe The Weight Of A Rose

The weight of the flower I hold in my palm makes me feel insignificant because they’re a gift that represents a love I doubt is reciprocated. A love deep within my own heart yet nowhere else. But I carry on walking with this gift in my hand because I won’t let it’s weight crush me…

Nightmares Becoming Reality!

Almost like the tears of the sun Drying up before they leave my eyes An ever evolving abyss Shifting as I shift The image of my torment Pain that never leaves Whispers in my dreams A contortion of the truth Where do I go? How do I find healing? How do I teach the art…

An Illusion Of Progress

The hands of time ripped away from their normal motion. Stranded in a abyss that’s of our own making. A hundred years of progress wiped off in an instant Or was it merely an illusion of progress A dirty stain we’ve tried to erase but no matter what still it remains The world’s dirtiest secret…