Bittersweet Poetry : Poems of the week by Mwape Mumba ,Mutenta Nyambe ,Kavuyi Chivunda ,Change Kwesele

A.W.E (Art With Emotion)
An evening packed with spoken word, song and rhyme in body-mellow drama, simply put, Poetry… Pure Awesomeness.
Catch two 1ne-Vintumbuwa in a new light, Salma Dodia, F-Jay, Ama Blacks, Scarlet and many more great artists will take the stage.

Date: 29th September
Cover:K30,000.
Venue: Mulungushi Conference Center
Time:18:00

Enjoy this weeks poems

ARTS by Mwape Mumba

 

Arts that’s were it all starts

Different people with different smarts

Minds and knowledge intermingle

Forming a tangled web of thought so single

But massive enough to create an effect – Ripple even with different Lingo

 

The canvas of a painter,

The artist projects his soul, body and mind.

With colors dull and others brighter,

others sharp or blurry, some warm like summer so furry or cool like winter

With the sense of sight we all fathom the depth of this life from a different colored angle and life form

The soul souring like an eagle

Or crawling like a worm

 

A song of a singer

The melodious triumphs of a winner

Or salvation to a sinner

Reviewing the deep soul on the inner

Side

The joy experienced as when the groom meets his bride

 

The rhythm of a dancer

Through expression giving the world an answer

Causing tears to flow healing a bad cancer

Body moving in motions understood by the soul… There is more

 

The intricate design of the human created

Thoughts and patterns becoming things yet from beginning they are just initiated, replicated, and then imitated thought about analyzed and dissected and finally invented

 

The writer, using words to fight the

Negative mindset, uncreative time spent, entertaining the boredom, preaching freedom, speaking wisdom, proclaiming the Masters kingdom! With all wisdom

 

The Arts that’s were it all starts

Different people with different smarts

With minds and materials or gadget

Cease the moment,

Letting ideas flow in a torrent

Don’t hold back live life in full expression

And let the arts take their rightful place in this nation!

 

I’M MIND HEARTED By Mutenta Nyambe

I am mind-hearted

my mind has a jury and its laws are enforcing.

if my heart denies my mind, my mind minds its own business.

for the business of my mind is to set my heart free.

 

As times became rough my heart was cold-hearted

But my mind grew stronger when my heart was hardened

It has been my hearts will for my mind to be heartened

yet my mind denied this in the times departed

 

my mind is anabolic, it builds when my heart is useless

My mind becomes a heart when my heart is heartless,

The heart beat of a mind is in the speed of of its thoughts

It never skips a beat like hearts do in arterial clots

 

My thoughts are relevant, just like kisses can heart-melt

when my mind has lost thought, the condolence is heart-felt

I wont lie, hearts and minds are not sweethearts

I’d be dragging Sahara to where the beautiful sea starts

 

If a heart throbs then you know its a heart-ache

If a head throbs then you know its a head-ache

when my mind suffers a head-ache it takes Aspirin to kill it

But when my heart suffers a heart-ache only time will heal it

 

If I was asked to choose between a heart and a mind

I’d still use my mind to answer the question in mind

My mind thinks straight, with an upside-down turn

yet my heart will loose beat and develop a heart-burn

 

A heart deceives, it never falls when its faint-hearted

A heart can be soft even when its stonehearted

you can not see a heart even when its open-hearted

You can not weigh a heart even when its heavy-hearted

 

I’m mind-hearted

My mind has eyes and its eyes can see

I’m mind-hearted

The business of my mind is to set my heart free!!

 

NUMBER 1 By Kavuyi Chivunda

He wants to occupy a part of my heart long lost in darkness,

The biggest part of my broken heart,

Broken,

Hidden

And sorrowful,

He claims he can fix it,

Make it better than it ever was,

And ever will be,

The price…

I make him my first,

My number 1

If only I can give him a chance,

Leap of faith they call it,

To trust him and open up

All my memories,

My joys and pains,

My dreams and nightmares,

Ups and downs the rollcoaster,

The whole deal

The catch,

I just gotta put him first,

As my number 1

He claims he can see the good in me,

While the world sees the worst in me,

All my potential going to waste

On the wrong people,

The wrong job

On the wrong path

That I seek the happiness Ill never find

Cause I put my trust in the wrong men

Who seek to use,

And abuse my goodness,

My innocence,

My virtues

The solution,

I need to go after him,

With all my heart and make him my priority

My number 1,

So here I stand,

Looking up to this man,

Who says he can FIX me,

Make my heart love again,

If only I can make him,

My one true love,

My savior,

My friend,

My everything I am and will be,

And I smile,

As I open my mouth and say,

Jesus,

I let you into my heart

To guide and direct me,

Through good and bad times,

Because you come first,

You are my NUMBER 1.

 

I AM ME by Change Kwesele

That high pitched voice, western accent. That big beautiful smile. A heart which never fails to think of someone else. I am me.

 

Born in a small Zambian town, raised in a big American city thousands of miles away from bambuya’s arms. I am me.

 

A crazy beautiful mix of Congolese music and soul, Zambian grace and American ambition. God couldn’t have made me any better. I always have a story to tell. I am unique, never quite fitting into the experience or lives of others but still enjoying this multicultural, big city, dusty roads life. I am me.

 

Let me sing to you some Zed beats, let me dance to some American hip-hop music, like Drake said ‘she Michael Jackson BAD,’ God made no mistakes when he planned out my life. I am me.

 

A dark milk chocolate complexion with a big strawberry heart, I dream big dreams and I wake up every day hungry for an adventurous life, guided by God’s grace. I am me.

 

I constantly take pictures and write about life’s daily blessings and challenges to remember it all. I am me.

 

Loving. Forgiving. Open-minded. Blessed. Optimistic.

 

Where are the drums? I want to dance to celebrate this life.

 

Welcome to my world. I am me.

-Change Kwesele

(Zambian-Congolese American, former FAWEZA intern & Fulbright recipient)