The Road To Zvegona

July 25, 2020

 

Is fading the memory of its son,
Who for words must ride the night
Fleeing ears that hear thunder on a baby’s purity guggle,
Zvegona, my homestead,
Ancestors are watching
Elders on a scheming mission
Trading lies with more lies
The road to Zvegona
Your Sideroads sigh
Your song is silent
Only hiccups of mothers greet the sun
Yearning for the return of the bearded child
Who lives on the strings of truth
Truth refused a seat at the council of baboons on the lagoons
Goons settling scores on the assumptions that a boy has a price,
Well, the boy true has a price
But not one you can pay with looted coins
The boy has shaved his hair not his brains
The boy has slipped his boots on and truth has raised its flag
And the spirits of truth sing his Achilles heels on,
So Zvegona, the village of the lucky poet,
Grow thistles and thorns
Feed cattle and goats
The boy has shaved his beard
Ready for a walk back, to shave the land of all pretentious shenanigans
Uprooting the weeds and weevils
Repair the kraal too,
Where roosters shall announce light unto the land,
Currently bent double under the gargantuan weight of lying tongues.
Zvegona, you are my yesterday
Zvegona, you are my tomorrow in whatever form, shape or …….

 

 

Mbizo Chirasha

Mbizo CHIRASHA is an Essays Contributor at Monk Art and Soul Magazine - Arts Features Writer at the International Cultural
Weekly published in the UK. Mbizo is a featured Writer, Poet, and an Activist Core Team Member and African Contributor to Bezine of Arts and Humanities (https://thebezine.com/) in the USA.
Flash/Short Fiction Writer for Squawk Back
Publication(http://www.thesquawkback.com/2020/01/mbizo.html). 2003
Young Literary Arts Delegate to the Goteborg International Book Fair
Sweden (SIDA AFRICAN PAVILION) .2009 Poet in Residence of the
International Conference of African Culture and Development (ICACD) in
Ghana.

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