| A begger i arrived at the mall there she was half sited, half lying her right hand out-stretched at the extremity was a bowl its base barely covered with silver and copper her face reflecting the misery, the pain and the hunger the eyes grey, deep inside her sockets reflecting back darkness her clothes which used to be clothes were only a form unfamiliar form people walk pass her some threw coins one tried to talk she is not interested or too weak to be bothered some pass without a glance life is too busy to care but she will be here tomorrow day after tomorrow and next week she epitomise patience, strength and hope how she maintain her sanity one only wonders |
| Woman's toil saw her bending over to till the soil her hand-hoe raised above her head in synchrony with her friends' it hit the ground with the might of an African woman heard them singing Mmangwane mpelegele saw her in a field of sorghum the knife moving with inborn expertise together they moved with the rhythm of the song to bring the season harvest to the grain basket heard them singing Mmangwane mpelegele saw her with a willowing basket whistling for wind to clean tomorrow's food falling grain from the array of baskets, made a spectacular sight heard them singing Mmangawane mpelegele saw her high on top of a hut her friends throwing bundles of grass her hands diligently making the roof to shut out the heat and the cold heard them singing Mmangwane mpelegele saw her with a bundle of wood on her head on her back a cute bundle of her love her hands carrying watermelon for the evening meal her stride sure and strong heard her singing Mmangwane mpelegele saw her bathing the children serving food to her man drawing water from the river heard her singing Mmangwane mpelegele with or without her friends her work is never finished |
| Rape Mama I am hurting A sweet man gave me sweets He held my hand The sweet man turned into a monster He pinned me to the ground He stood astride over my body Unzipping his pocket came a sharp monstrous knife As it loomed over my body I screamed Mama I was frightened As his devilish eyes widens the monstrous knife grew bigger and frightening With devilsh monstrosity it stabbed Like a proboscis it probed Mama it is painful He returned his limp knife to the holster and run away I lay there My body broken hymen shattered The soul destroyed A mark of phallic abuse |
| You abuse me you admired the sassy saucy me to ask for a date that resulted in more dates unknowingly i blushed you acquired my hand slipped the diamond followed by plans and dreams unknowingly i smiled the smile was no longer a smile but a frown a dance but feet shuffling dreams but nightmares dates but house arrests sweaty roving lovers' hands disappeared to reappear as brutish fists to remodel my african curves into bruises to scar my soul with venom your sculpture devoid of artistic prowess you became a possessed painter whose red paint splashed my face to mirror uncoordinated brush strokes now that i know you did not love me you abuse me you abuse me |
| I fell from the stairs the muffled noise turned into sobs the sobs became louder and turned into weeping my children peeped through door cracks the milk that once fed them churned to take a watery appearance that gushed from the tear duct the sobs, weeping and punches all crystalised into pain so sorrowful as my childresn continue to peep the cuts deepened the milk that once nourished them coagulated to a crimson appearance i fell from the stairs i remember telling the police in God's name what delineates love from mercy from forgiveness from foolishness i asked myself |