By Takudzwa Kadzura (Manando)
I’m rolling the third spliff in one morning
Who dares to exist on this land with a sober mind?
I’m texting jazzman like what’s
happening Bhebhe?
Seiko madhiri, is there new stock?
These daily battles we now call a
lifestyle
Self-sedating and meditating on
the hustle
A hustle to navigate the system
For clarity, these are Nervous
Conditions
For Christ sake
Rusape dam is running dry
What do you do when the well of
hope runs dry?
Hopewell’s incarceration precedes
Dzamara’s death
Justice for Floyd not before we
settle Sipho’s
Another day, another death and
another nigga in jail
The load gets heavier each 24
Why haven’t you started digging my
6 ft?
Unimaginable that a rosary could
be overweight on my neck
The son of man on the cross keeps
bleeding and beckoning
Pakutoda Jesu Apa. Pakutoda Jesu
Apa. Amen.
We continuously plead unto his
Holiness for Tenfold blessings
His mercy strengthens us, resolute
and steadfast
In trial and error
In entanglements with misery
But a plea is inaudible in these
deafening hardships
In censored media
Clueless academic endeavors
The monsters you made
The hardships you made
Our daughters succumbing to daily
madness
Of sexual exploitation these days
hazvina kumira mushe
You don’t know how it feels being
an academic guru
But never getting a bountiful
harvest after uhuru
Young ladies going harder in the
grind
Going all in with everything they
have at stake
Their bodies collateral
Meth addiction is the new cool
A new generation kicks in from
school
With new discoveries of dangerous
dosages
The monsters you made escaped from
probation
This is a system with no safety
net
A nervous condition like going on
a blind date
Keep praying but zvikurwadza
mhamha
The youngins you robbed. The thugs
you made.
The moneys you swindled.
We taking back like Hondo yeminda.
This struggle will bore
catastrophic ramifications
With death.
R.I.P Greef. R.I.P Craig
Ndaremerwa.
Poem by Takudzwa Kadzura (Manando)
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