Posted by Makewana | Sep 16, 2022 | Before it was written down, Songs |
Ipu, Ipu kwa Abiti Joni Ipu, Ipu kwa Abiti Joni Kutwa, kutwa kwakutwa jika Kulya, kulya kwakulya wosope. Translation: Rice at Miss Joni’s, When it comes to pounding I do it alone. But when it comes to eating, everyone is...
Read Moreby Okota Ching’oma The echoes of the noise grates my ears Echoes of bells clanging, clanging, warm taut drums pulsating Pulsating Do I choose the bells? Or the drums? Echoes of a trumpet now, Is there any rest...
Read MorePosted by Makewana | Sep 16, 2022 | Poetry, Uncategorized |
By Nana M’bawa It wasn’t ours Her dance was a whirl A twirl A whirlwind which shook our dance Our dance had a beginning, and an end We didn’t know the roots of her dance And so she twirled, she whirled A lone dancer And...
Read Moreby Alpha Chizuzu Your little hand clings on to my finger Yearning for comfort Your eyes open wide, your vision still blurry Your face, not fully formed Inarticulate but still so beautiful I look down at you suckling on your...
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