Phillip Nine Mafunga

There are times in life
When darkness is so thick
Times in life
When tidal waves touch the sky
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In caravans of chains through the jungles we was
By our kith and kin to the worlds unknown we was
By the shores of eternity, white gods awaited us
Like cattle, we were loaded into ships unfamiliar
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The very Great God of Heaven
For our sake, humbled Himself
To those of us in darkness, sent He a Preacher of the Gospel
To the brokenhearted, sent He the Healer
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There is a colourful butterfly in the grassy plains of my mind
Nevertheless, I am not sure whether to celebrate the day I was born or not
Was I born or was I evicted from my mother's womb
If I was evicted, then when was I supposed to have been born?
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Emmanuel Nambware insists that I must start a musical band
But how without any land?
Maybe with him managing, it could trend
I am not sure if my writing and my singing can blend
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Faced with extinction, human race tithers,
Scientists in momentous frenzy of warnings
Whether justified or not, the vast sky seems to ignore,
While potbellied world leaders squander it off in airconditioned auditoriums
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Today my head feels grey
I'm exhausted even from things I can't think of
Then I feel like better I just vanish
One moment, I'm all spritely as a sunny day
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One day I was walking in the wind
And clouds gathered around me into a storm
In the volume of narratives, I met one stormy Joe
Who was seeking the demystifying alternative
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Men lie
Women cry
So, they say
Maybe women enjoy crying
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The beauty of being
Like a commonwealth of thought
A collective of emotional love hive
Our African social bond
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My forlorn silences
That sound musical echoes
From futures so bright and lofty
Whose right hand transcends time and space
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I saw him in my full-length wall mirror
I smiled and he smiled back
He looked calm; not sure if I thought him handsome
I wish I could have guessed his age
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Warm hearts do not grow old though you are a year older today
You are rather a year wiser, I would say
Even as you watch, the pages of your person unfurl
Telling the stories of both your struggles and passions
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Thick immoral concrete walls all around me
The smell of sin and hell rot in the air
Humans partying in the scum
I watch my religious upbringing huddled on the hard floor
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Portals of mercy bountiful
Cascades of grace divine
Highs and lows of youthfulness
When the pull of energy is but fooling to the young mind
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This world is strange
Very strange beyond any imaginable range
Take care that you do not sneeze lest it freezes
Rather sneak out and enjoy the breeze
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The sound so discreet like the Carlos Ghosn escape
Like a lion's roar only heard afar of in Lebanon
Pouring into the gorge in a torrent of quiet and comfort
Way away from the prying eyes of the Japanese judiciary
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He woke up young and fair
Warm thoughts with no care
Cloudless skies, joy for birds of the air
He walks with a strange gait with no shame to spare
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I do not have a proper formal education as in education
And yet I am educated as in being educated to know my left hand from my right
We get schooled on the continent and then run to use the skills elsewhere outside
Could it be that what we are taught here is not good for the continent?
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Dew glistening on the juicy lips of the green grass
Moisturising my bare feet planted firmly on the breast of the grass covered earth
All serene, awaiting the rising of the sun to brighten your face with a smile
Golden rays peeping out of the eastern horizon of youthful love
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