25th of May

Posted: July 17, 2013 in Uncategorized

Ladies and Gentleman, If I may have your attention : Kindly take the time to read this piece which is based on a personal experience that I had some years back. It is entitled ’25th of May’ and was featured on the #AmatersQuill blog. Thank you in advance.

The Amateur's Quill

Allow me to introduce Ernest Mackina, a dear friend, university lecturer and Zimbabwean poet. Africa Day falls on May 25, with the purpose of celebrating the African people and African ways. In this poem, Ernest chooses to relate a personal experience that leaves him unpleasant memories and gives the particular date a new meaning.

Black,
That’s this day
The twenty fifth of May –
Africa Day
It’s been four years

Trembling, left scared
The scar on my back left me scarred
Ruthless, villainous, heartless villains
With a care less:
Careless
Pretense: “Queens Park ?- Lets go”

In the car, the darkness of the night reveals their sinister intentions – Violent robbery. The grey Toyota Camry speeds down Collenbrander in North-end. The driver passes his accomplice riding shotgun a gun. He turns over, looks at me, and orders me to give him all my money. I ask myself “A mugging in…

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I have a country to lose

Posted: July 17, 2013 in Uncategorized

What happends when we are inactive citizens and just let things pass by…

Letter #1

Posted: July 17, 2013 in Uncategorized

If you were to write a letter to your country, what would it read out like? I am honoured to re-blog this piece, (The premiere) which is the first in the series of letters that are being penned to Zimbabwe. Feel free to share, comment and re post.

Empathy

Posted: July 17, 2013 in Uncategorized

The importance of empathy…

The Amateur's Quill

“When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.”

 

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Amazing attention to detail. Read this rather hillarious and entertaining piece

Sunset at Lake Chivero

The sun slowly sinks back into the earth to set
A little orange ball glowing red
With its beautiful rays of light
Gently carressing the ripples of lakewater

The waters are still…
Creating a calm that speaks to your soul
A beauty indescribable by a mere set of words
A beauty touched only by one’s conscience

Glancing into the horizons traps a troubled mind
Into an island of reflection

Whispy clouds whisper lullabies to the earth
And the birds hum along to this beautiful chorus

The thickets of woods give shelter to life
Like Mr and Mrs Mackina gave me a home

Ernest Mackina © Poem also available on http://www.mackinaernest54.blogspot.com

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Mosi Oa Tunya

This majesty
Smoke that thunders and so majestic
Its a marvel

I can not stop marvelling
Its beauty is consistent
Constantly unravelling
With motions of steam
Smoking water
Reflections of the sun
Equals magnificence radiating in beams
Pools of water violent
Filled with turbulence to the brim
From the gorges
To the gorgeous site and scenes that seem
Home to a Zimbabwean pride
Bordered with Zambian bream

Poem courtesy of #UntitledChronicles – http://www.mackinaernest54.blogspot.com

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