Bittersweet Poetry : Poems of the week by Suzen Zulu , Sachikunka Muhumpu Kalima , Subila Esperanza Chilupula

BitterSweet Poetry-In Motion! An evening packed with spoken word, song and rhyme in body-mellow drama, simply put, Poetry… Pure Awesomeness. many more great artists and Poets will take to the stage.

Date: 13th October
Cover:K30,000.
Venue: Mulungushi Conference Center
Time:18:00

 

KULILILANJI… By Suzen Zulu

Na tanganyikwa,

Mutima wa beba ..

Nu kumva lini bwino ,

Mutima ukumvwa ukali ,

Mutu wa sokonezeka ,

Nu ona lini bwino ,

Ni vinji ve vu chitika ,

 

Kuza mva atate

O funsa neo

Kuti “nililanji, nga ni manzi”

Mutima wa taikila…

Koma chi sinsi nu chiona lini pafupi…

 

Yayi, ne na beba.

Nu lekelela Nyamalenga,

Chifunilo chanu chibe ngezi,

Chifukukwa ndinu moka echi ona kuti nenze Kulilanji ….

 

DEAR FUTURE HUSBAND by Sachikunka Muhumpu Kalima

Dear future husband, I think it’s about time I changed my perspective,

See the past couple of months for me have been quite… reflective,

I noticed how I’ve always had this perception of what you must be like,

This really long list of all the things I felt you mustn’t lack.

 

I had it all figured out, you’d be this God-fearing man that everyone wished to emulate,

And for the sake of our kids you’d have to be tall so that for my deficiency in height you’d compensate,

You’d have to be the kind of man who opens doors, gives up his seat, offers his coat,

The kind of man I could admit failure to and would help me out without stopping for a second to gloat.

 

The kind of man that loves his mother and respects his father,

And whenever he is able to, wouldn’t stop for a second to help a brother,

You know, the kind of man that loves life and puts extra effort into loving his neighbour,

Never gets too busy to appreciate God’s gifts and takes a minute each day God’s glory to savour.

 

The kind of man that pushes me to be better without making me feel inadequate,

Protects me when he can but lets me fight my own battles too because he doesn’t see me as just delicate,

A man who after twenty years still has the ability to walk into a room and cause it to start spinning, leaving me dizzy,

The kind of man who loves me so right submission comes easy.

 

Yeah, this really long list of all the things you must be,

But in the past few months I stopped to think… what about me?

Am I the kind of woman that deserves such a man?

If you met me, right this instant, would you in the opposite direction run?

 

So my Dear future husband, from now on I choose not to focus on what would make you my Mr Right,

Instead I choose now to focus on getting myself right,

I might not meet your list of qualifications physically,

But what I lack outwardly I pray to God I make up for inwardly, first step… growth spiritually.

 

Putting an end to all the things in me that go against God’s will for my life,

Finally giving in to a change of heart, going under God’s knife,

With His word to guide my path, pointing me in the direction that leads right to you,

So after how far God is bringing me to get to you, you know when we meet I’ll totally be devoted to you.

 

I’m putting extra effort into school too; see that Proverbs 31 woman in me is a go-getter,

Aiming to work hand in hand with you to ensure that the lives of our children compared to ours go better,

My Dear future husband, I realise there is so much about me that needs to be worked on,

God’s still working on me so when we meet you’ll see I was worth the wait that you can count on

Oh and don’t worry about my lack of patience, God’s been working on that too,

Notice how I’m practising patience in choosing not to settle for anyone that isn’t you   …

 

HELP ME by Subila Esperanza Chilupula

 

Today I pulled out my violin and I played a melody

Soft sad notes, somewhat melancholy

The sound of a mermaid weeping

Eerie, yet enticing, soul sweeping

A symphony meant to unsettle to fill you with dread

The ideal dirge for the dead

Goose bumps slowly rise

Hairs stand on end taste the bile, feel it rise

 

And to my melody I performed a ballet

Slow precise movements, Swan Lake, the famous ballet

Liquid movements telling a story

Pirouette, fouetté, jeté and a final entrechat completes my story

Once a princess

But then without a prince, what’s a princess?

I lost him, just as I knew I would

Blame it on fate she wrote it in the stars

All the short-lived joy and the permanent scars

Cupid’s arrow now a rusty dagger

Twisting painfully in my heart, goddess Venus watches me stagger

She laughs, a hollow sound

She mocks me as I fall to the ground

When your heart has taken too many bruises and the bitter overrides the sweet,

The soul gets tortured by the hate and anger driven heat

And a broken heart combined with a battered soul

Becomes a walk down the streets of

HADES….*sigh*

 

O mighty poet, grab thy writing weapon and fix mine heart

Heal mine soul, it’s been torn apart

Let thy words wash over me like a soothing balm

Let your rhythm set the pace of my heart and make it calm

For if I am to cope

Thou art my last hope