Soliloquy – Tumbikani Msowoya

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Not inept am I to call to mind

That my waxed ears were swindled

Those endless times I endured

In the sweltering heat of the days

When golden days were pledged

In a paradise yet to come

From our flesh and blood

The son of our land

 

No wisdom must I lose

In cutting arteries of my memories

And fail to concede my own folly

That I confronted the balance of fate

When I queued and united in that fight

To chance my right into that box

And heaved into the realm

The son of our land

 

Never must I be impugned

For throwing the first stone

Or must I mortify my skin in penance

For hauling my energy to the coals

And failing to sniff under my nostrils

The snare concealed in daylight

By our flesh and blood

The son of our land

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Author: Tumbikani Msowoya

A secondary school teacher in the Ministry of Education. Comes from Bwengu village in Mzimba.