Bittersweet Poetry : Poems of the week by Martha Kundwe,Millan Sichinga, Ludo Lillmiss

As we continue to promote Poetry in Zambia ; here are this weeks poems ,enjoy.

 

MY ZAMBIAN LADY by Milan Sichinga

I am Zambian and I’m proud of my Zambian lady,

Proud even more for what she’s done for me lately,

Even though that victory was slender,

12th February is one night I will live to remember,

It was a night that had eluded her for 19 years,

I was so young when I watched her shed those tragic tears,

The following year she was in the final, leading one zero

She had a great left footed man as her hero,

Second place wasn’t so bad, even third place two years later,

She had the same good heart, perhaps even better,

It took fourteen years to shake off the group that had her caged,

Instead of a Dutch it was a Frenchman who took centre stage,

Two years later, she was underrated,

But my lady had the bullets and was never faded,

First it was the Taranga lions,

She broke the chains of fear; threw away the captive irons,

Ghadafi, Gdgabo, Bashir, weren’t much,

It was in the Black Star that she found her match,

I was high screaming on the dancefloor,

When her one bullet was the lone winning goal,

And after 18years my Zambian lady was in the final again,

The stadium packed, the tension deep, and of course the rain,

In the first minute and her bullet almost went in,

I have never been that excited about anything,

It was right-on-the-edge-of-the-seat stuff,

The whole world’s eyes were on her like a person who’s in love,

But my eyes looked away when that elephant stepped up to the spot,

Did he score? Did he win it for them? No he skewed away his shot,

Just like his teammate at the other end,

I was scared I won’t pretend,

I was livid with excitement when young Mazembe stepped up, our own little star,

But then he blasted it over the bar,

Then the other elephant blasted it away from goal,

Then Isuzu converted and the trophy wouldn’t elude her anymore,

She exploded, she danced, she flowered,

She did it because she was brave, she wasn’t a coward,

Champion, fallen heroes of years of yore truly honoured,

And now my Zambian lady has the whole region cornered.

 

BABY? By Ludo Lilmiss

Baby? 4 letters,one word ,one question!

Maybe?just a little crazy suggestion.

Save me? Knight in shining armour im guessing.

Crave me?,i could b ur side effectles obsesion.

 

Daily?or even just a weekend dose.

Tame me? Wild flower turned preety rose.

Take me? Hearts where i crave 2 be,it will feel lyk a five star haven 2 me

Be my baby?3 words,a honest heart,one question.

Maybe? Or maybe not im just tired of 2nd guessng.

Save me? 4rm myself when i try 2 run 4rm u.

Coz i crave thee,but my pride hates i love you”s

 

daily?ya just 4 u,evrday.

Tame the beast,calm the storm . . .i wil b okay.

Take me as i am flawed disastrous me. . . Im not afraid 2 get down on one knee.

Baby? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

 

FORGIVE ME by Martha Kundwe

She stands there in your favourite dress drenched in blood….

All she asks is help to fight her demons..

Stay.. Please stay..

She fulfilled her selfish wants..

You called her heartless..

Everything you had she destroyed

Molested.. Now all you have is regret..

A tinge of bitterness.. A lot of hate..

And anger that would

Move a mountain.. You are hurt..

Head bowed..

Lips moving.. Uttering nothing but silent..

Prayers for vengeance..

And a world of destruction..

But…. Wait.. Look up… See?

There, do you see

Her heart.. Her life..Her body are not returned to her..

Wipe your eyes

Let your tears not cloud you..

See what monsters creep in on her in this wake..

The demons gather around her..

Shadows formed..

A black mist created..

For the light is now blocked ..

They cannot be allowed in..

Ugly inside out..

She is the object of your hatred.

The thin line between love and hate is blurry..

She is unforgiving.. Even to herself..

She doesn’t know what killed her inside..

Sadly, she will never know

He mind is taken over..

She has killed u..

Murderer!!

But no court.. No judge.. No jury..

Just the headless executioner..

Lost soul.. Abandoned emotions..

Only absence in place where your heart used to be..

She rolls in the mud..

Taking her punishment:

The insults,

Flogging

Mutilation..

She feels lower than dirt..

She needs to pay for what she has done.

You say to your self

Yes, she must

Feel hurt.

Feel pain to the point where nothing is left..

Rip out her heart.

and it is presented to u-the one she hurt.

U meet her eyes with a blank stare..

Blood drips.

A pool is forming below her.

She had a choice huh?

The shadows whisper

Why did she do it’

Fear?

Is she out of touch with reality?

She is slowly running mad,

She must be the spawn of Hades

Heartless..

surely all u said to her was deserved.

Foul creature..

Let her suffer..

It is too late to trust her again..

Ur innermost feelings are shattered

Dishonoured..

Ñothing else matters.

Love is so childish..

The wrongs against u..

Too grand to ignore

The evidence over whelming strong..

Ur feelings measured against the actions.

Apologies too boring

Too repetitive.. U left.. Her worlds in pieces.. crumbled..

She has one sorry you can not refuse..

A last resort..

And so she stands there

In your favourite dress..

Drenched in blood..

A knife on the ground..

Her tears, blood

You can not refuse her in death…..
By Kapa187