Can I be, a seed that is left in the wild? Probably to sprout or just be as it is And not sprout. Can I be, a dewdrop on a wild flower? Left to be drunk by a bee or just is as it is And be passionately kissed by the Sun. Can I be, a teardrop, rolling down? Unknowingly disappearing on to the chest or Just be as it is. Can I be, that pain, deep down left to stay right there? Stuck in your throat or Just be as it is. Can I be, that last breath, which seems confused at times? Trying to convey many unspoken, unfulfilled thoughts, Or can I just be as it is …that last breath.
I thought everything is forever lost, all my feelings buried and gone. I must have been cursed, I thought I never find what I desire the most. My broken heart was beating in vain, I knew I never be the
Zimbabwean by birth, Zimbabwean by color, Zimbabwean by beliefs, Zimbabwean by culture, Bred a Zimbabwean, I love Zimbabwe! I love peace! I love unity! Ishe Chibvunza If Zimbabwe could recall that eventful day in 1980 at Lancaster House, I bet
I… signed your smile while pain betrayed today’s genesis stunning relief beneath purple galaxy filaments. smile awhile, while sourwood fall atop meadows dipped mystic dew of old untolds renewing that Me… Us… running steps mountain high…valley depths saturate sweet sweat