Poetry is an art form that needs to be developed and brought to the spotlight . To start off this series we have two poems
Dear husband by Androphene Mulali
” Dear husband
You were my Mr. Right
In my eyes you could do no wrong
I was so young and head over heels, blinded by my love
I couldn’t see that all it was, was the fast tracking wheels
To a place men feverishly call hell
Well…I call home
All I wanted was for us to marry
I couldn’t wait to be your wife
Cook clean, look after you and your children to carry
How naïve and juvenile my love for you was
I did not realise the veracity if the matter
Which is that the gravity if this natural disaster you call a marriage
Quickly lost its sanctity
I did not grasp the true essence of your stupidity
Before I came to realise my own stupidity, after saying I do to a man who obviously didn’t
A man who won’t, or is it that you can???…STOP HITTING ME!??
The signs were there, but ignorance is bliss, so I ignored them
Instead I blamed myself and made excuses for you,coz you said “baby am sorry,il never do it again it’s a one time folly”
I couldn’t bear the thought of walking away from what we had spent years building
Wait or is it what I spent years building??
Cause now that everything is clearer, I know for a fact you didn’t put in jack
You are such a jack… STOP HITTING ME!!
They say appetite comes with eating, but your appetite for my tears, my disgrace, and my pain is insatiable
And now my face is not sociable, because it looks like it was run over by a train, what do you gain??
My mother once told me that it was a good horse that never stumbled and like a good wife I never grumbled
But you doubled your punches
Was loving me like a real man loves his wife so difficult??
For the only love between us was that between your fist and my face
Your foot in my stomach, my womb became a tomb in which my child was destined never to leave alive
STOP HITTING ME!!
Is it my fate to die at the hands of a rake?
A Scorned bitter woman, full of hate
Am gathering my last shred of self respect
My love beaten, dying and am leaving you
So watch me walk away, my head held high
My hips swaying to the sound of my heels, no jezebel
But am sure as the sun that you are going to hell
I guess this is my valediction to end this addiction
So cry me a river or until your eyes pop out, I won’t stay
So please stop hitting yourself, coz now you realise that your folly was not a folly in itself until you lost the only woman you ever truly loved
DARE TO BELIEVE By Mwape Mumba
” Remove the veil of deception from your eyes
as they come to you differently disguised
As they secretly and differently have improvised
their malicious deceptions that cover your eyes.
Get up and rise
its your choice to be knowledgeable and to be wise
With belief their is no surprise
So that u devise a master plan that will better our lives
I echo the words
“get up stand up,stand up for your right,yes get up stand up and don’t give up he fight”
Once u are given this chance and once is the plight
To stand up and be strong in the fight for what is right,
As obvious as comes day so there comes night.
So don’t stop…
u understand me right?
Its a process to be monitored in total closeness that if u are not in line with your choices you end up giving in to total foolishness
So ask for grace
The veil of deception something that is there from the inception of life… taking you into a certain direction… Filled with joy and strife But its up to u, u hold it in your hands
So make that decision…
Remove the veil and see the truth
So get up stand up, Stand up for what is right yea get up stand up and don’t give up the fight…
don’t give up the fight…”