Roses, Kisses and Chocolates 3

Bwalya Kazungo

 

I can see the hustling and bustling of the city

I an hear the sirens and whistling of the city

To conjure images

Images of hallucinated burial banks of institutions

And as I looked back

My form became a heap of bones and flesh

Creating sweet memories

Memories of my good old days

Our days

Your days

When there were roses, kisses and chocolates

Roses, kisses and chocolates

Came but from a forbidden source

From a forbidden source

To appease the taste of male chauvinism

And now creating the hustling and bustling of the city

Sirens and whistles I make no mention

For I was just roses, kisses and chocolates….

 

Rain and Bankruptcy

Barney Kanjela

In the beginning was the word

That word was with God and it was good

Who picket sticks, grass an dust

Unto the dust he poureth water and rolled it

And saw that it was good.

 

This rolled piece dried d picket it

Unto it, he blew some everlasting breeze

The everlasting breeze createth the body

It made a heart as battery for motion

And an origineteth.

 

The everlasting breeze moveth again, he brain pulsed

The pulsing brain turned into a Frankenstein

It took over all the body parts, that includeth the everlasting breeze

That createth it

It started sparking thoughts like fireworks.

 

The advent of brain made man know how he came about

How to live, today, tomorrow and forever

Hence that brings fear of gain back to grass, sticks and dust

But the everlasting breeze feareth not.

 

The everlasting death does not fear death as, it never dies

The brain dies, the blood coagulates, making us moribund

When this happens, the brain turns into grass, sticks and dust

The brain cringes at this thought.

 

Where does this leave me

To look forward to this day of grass, sticks and dust

When the breeze will take over again

It will signify the end of BRAIN and BANKRUPTRY

 

In the Eyes of a Fool

Moddy Muponisi

 

Like snow in summer or rain in harvest, honour is not fitting for a fool.

Like fluttering sparrow or a darting swallow, an undeserved curse does not come to rest.

A whip for the horse, a halter for the donkey, and a “ROD FOR THE BACK OF A FOOL”.

 

Do not answer a fool according to his folly, or you will be like him yourself.

Answer a food according to his foolishness, and he will be wise in his own eyes.

 

Like cutting off one’s feet or drinking violence, is the sending of the message in the hand of a fool.

A proverb in the mouth of a fool is like a thorn bush in a drunkard’s hand.

Giving honour to a fool is like tying a stone in a sling.

 

A fool find no pleasure in understanding but delights in airing his own opinions/

As a dog returns to its vomit, so a fool returns to his stupidity.

 

But then one can choose to be wise by keeping silent, being perceptive, hold on to bitterness and crown oneself with knowledge.

 

 

Thoughts

Webster Kamaloni

 

Those that think they are sane never think that they could be the ones who are insane

Those that think they know never think that they could be the ones who don’t know

Those that think they have found it never think they could be the ones who have lost it

Those that think they have achieved never think that they are the ones who have failed

All it takes is the willingness to see your world a little bit different

The courage to step out of your comfort zones

The determination to learn

The greater control over your life, starting with your thoughts

You see your thoughts determine your feelings and your feelings inspire your actions

Your thoughts carry tremendous power and will usually determine your quality of life

Your belies are nothing but thoughts that have been consciously or sub-consciously expresses so many times that they have become indisputable facts in your mind

Remember you are the boss in this process

So stay tuned.

 

War

Sam Kabange

 

War

W.A.R.

WAR

WAR

Will against reason – WAR

Wrath above reason – WAR

Wasted anger results – WAR

What is WAR?

Did I hear one prudent soul insinuate that war is one’s quarrel magnified a thousand times?

WAR

WAR

Is it not the looting of souls of hapless and helpless?

The vulnerable an vanquished by the great and might

WAR

Is it the greatest expression of the absence of tenderness?

The absence of kindness

The absence of love

WAR

Is it not just the greatness of the art of loving to hurt and injure?

What the heck!

Our men in uniform need jobs!

 

Ba Artist – UNITED WE STAND

Tribute to all artists

Leonard Koloko

 

They say we march

In a world of our insanity

Striving against the winds of vanity

They think we are evil

Standing as children of the devil

But mistaken truly they are

We are servants of Mulungu

The first and foremost artist.

Mind you earth, didn’t just occur, it was created.

For creation is better than destruction

We carry out Mulungu’s instruction

To create and beautify

To explore nature and expose it

On canvas we splash paints

To obtain floral scents

Out of clay we mould pots

Out of wood we carve out figures

So expressive

Do decorative

On stage we reflect the ills and joys of society

In song and poetry our deep feelings we sing

Neglected in society though we are

Humble and peaceful as we are

United we stand…

We are Mulungu’s envoys!