Post by Admin on Jul 8, 2016 11:38:53 GMT
She breaths dead future
Future of no leader to mature
Of lore is passed down
From a leadership to another
Lore in which corruption,
Mysterious professional deaths,
And secrete and open gun shots
Find seemingly enternal paradise
Milled into majority tears,
Tears which roll down
On swollen transparent cheeks
To the bodies struggling under rugs
Stinking after absorbing.
All trek from a descent suit
Behind democratic curtain
Of no enough food in stock,
General hiked commodity fare,
No Panadol in health hats
And unexplained death of the leaned.
Corruption is nothing more
But, than tears of majority,
Just peep behind this curtain
Digs she a deep dark foundry
A crucible from which innocence
Melted is and condemned guilty,
And from which education
In fact untold explanatory
Amidst other dirty scum
She ignores a natural mat
Which between a man and a woman
Nature laid for a critical purpose
“Africa where are you heading to?”
Kondwani Sichali is an allegorical Malawian poet and critic.He was born on 6th february, 1994. He graduated from Chaminade Mission School, one of the few national secondary schools in the country. He withdrew from the University of Malawi due to financial hurdles.