Collaborative Poem by:
Stephen Mupoto [Ngugi Wamkiri]
Norman Mwale [The PenPusher]
Mosio-Tunya, the smoke that thunders,
Bellows with a roar of hope,
As the waterfall plunges into the abyss of uncertainty.
The tidal wave,
Carries with it the aspirations,
Of the people of Zawe,
And yet,
Somewhere in a godforsaken place called Parly,
There is a hurl,
Of the smoke that hinders.
Brute benefactors,
Peeved by mass existence,
Dangle carrots as unto rabbit,
And whip the masses into the dock of Subservience,
Through this enslaving education,
The smoke that hinders.
Embraces life in the deadly pincer of this
Blaring vision
With the once sedately treasure reprimanding hope,
Manifesting into moral putrefaction
That blinds the eye of Justice and
Transmutation
The smoke that thunders
Thunders sad life and blistery promise,
Now plunges life in its ugly roar
That uproot its very core
Leaving hope emaciated between torture
And death
The smoke that hinders chides life
Like a diabolical disorder!