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.